I woke up once more, looking over at the clock reading 12:34am. There was Steve again sitting in a chair across the room with his head in a book. I shifted my legs and he looked up. "Hey sleepy head, how you feeling?" He seemed generally concerned.
"I'm ok. But why are you up? Shouldn't you be asleep? Why are you worried about me?" I ask with not much space to answer.
"Woah there," Steve said as I put my head down ashamed. "It's ok. Really. Me and the other guys were taking shift to make sure someone was here when you woke up to keep you calm. I'm just lucky I was the one who had the pleasure to welcome you to the Avengers now that you are awake."
"Welcome? To THE Avengers?!" I say in shock and in disbelief. "Steve, thank you so much. I'm so excited."
"Don't thank me. Thank Tony, he is the one who had the idea and met you."
"Oh," I state in a little disappointment. "I guess I was kinda rude the first time we met."
"It's ok. I'll go get him now. He wanted to know when you were up," Steve remarks as he leaves the room. The monitor next to me beeps my vitals and a IV in my arm. Tony walks in with his glasses and whispers to Steve who looks at me with pleading eyes and leaves once again.
"Hey, Ivy. I know we got off on the wrong foot but I want to personally welcome you to the Avengers. Also I have other news you might hate me for..."
"Tony, I'm sorry for being so rude. Thank you for the invitation and I will gladly accept to be part of this team. I can't wait to start. "
"Ivy. I'm sorry but I'm your father." He said it with such sorrow like he missed out.
"What?"
"When you got in the wreck we took some blood to find a match and I was the perfect blood type. Banner then asks me if I had a daughter cause our blood type is rare and you can read peoples minds. We tested it and you're mine. I didn't know you were alive till weeks ago when we met at your job. From that point on I told Jarvis to keep tabs. "
"How the fuck could you not know I'm alive? You know the shit I've delt with? No because you were busy living it up in here while I was raped and told I was nothing more. I had no friends in school because I was the orphan girl. Now you decide to come in my life? Does anyone else know about this?" I talk with tears rolling down my cheeks.
"No one knows but Bruce. Listen I'm sorry I've not been in your life. But I hope I can make it up to you. You can read peoples mind, you're more super than me. I'm so proud of you."
"Ya," I whisper. The next couple of days are a blur and the same. The guys, Banner, Peter, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Tony, and Strange rotate watching me and bringing me food I usually end up only taking a few bites. Steve and Peter were the only ones who could carry on a conversation with me. I didn't know what to say or how to talk to anyone else. Before I realize I'm out of the hospital wing and finding my room. Steve leads me to a room with a bed in the corner, the dresser on the other end, along with my bags next to it and a TV mounted. The room was simple but exactly what I liked.
"Welcome to your room. Guess you'll be here," Steve said as he smiled and headed out the room. I grabbed his arm worry in my face and he looked down with concern. "It's ok, my door is the third one on the right. If you need anything come knock, dinner will be ready at 6, you can come down when you are ready. There you can meet everyone else."
"Thanks, Steve" I tried to be nice with a smile but I feel like I was being flirty. I didn't mean to be but it might of come off as that to him. I figured I would get settled so I started unpacking. I decided to play music, so I turned on the Bluetooth to the TV with my phone and played music. After I unpack I look at the clock reading 6:45pm. Shit. Well I guess it's good because maybe Tony wouldn't be down there. I hope Steve will still be up. I get ready and put on some leggings with my black crop top and headed down the stairs with my mind racing. I see Steve, Bucky, Thor, Banner, and Peter sitting on the couch talking. I assumed they finished eating and were just talking. I kind of let out a sigh of relief because Tony wasn't there.
"Hey, guys." I say kinda say quietly hoping I'm not interrupting. Everyone turns and looks at me. "I'm Ivy. I thought I should come down and say hi to my fellow workers." Steve looks at me at little hurt. Oh no, Steve is a friend tho. I understood why he was hurt. "Sorry, I meant future friends. I hope," I try to correct myself but just sound stupid nervous.
"Hey, don't be so nervous. We are pretty cool around here," remarked Thor. Everyone nodded in agreement, trying to make me feel better. I have a weak smile to all the faces staring at me. Steve couldn't keep his eyes off every move I made to sit next to him. They continued to make small talk until I heard a voice from the kitchen say dinner was ready. Everyone got up and headed to the table as I followed; Steve stepped behind me and placed his hand in the small of my back sending a shiver. Everyone sat down around with beautiful plates of steak and shrimp, surf and turf. Out of the kitchen came Stark. My eyes fall onto the plate in front of me with a bit of sorrow. I decided not to talk the whole meal, but all eyes were wondering what move I would make or what words I would say. I barely touched my food, not eating anything. All the Avengers continued to talk about their day and telling me of past missions. I didn't really listen zoning out until Steve placed his hand on my leg making me look up.
"Hey, I know it's hard but please eat," Steve said sorrowful.
I pulled his arm off of me, "stop, cause you don't know the shit I've been through. Don't act like you know my life," I snapped. I pushed away from the table and stormed to my room, slamming the door. I sat there for a few minutes before getting up getting a shower and wrapping myself in a towel. Once I got out of the shower, I looked in the mirror seeing the bruises, cuts, and marks on my body. I fucking hate myself. Why am I even here? My thoughts went wild with hate and bad thoughts. I put on a hoodie with sweatpants and curled up in the corner. They don't know me. No one here knows me. If they knew that I was called a freak for reading peoples minds, and beat up in school they wouldn't treat me like everything is ok when it's not. Sitting there in my thoughts weren't good so I thought I would put on some music. 10 minutes later I hear a knock on the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Steve. I'm sorry Ivy. Please let me in," I could hear his voice crack. I get up from the corner and open the door.
"Yes?"
"Ivy, I'm sorry. You're right I don't know you but that doesn't mean I can't try to understand," he stated confidently.
"Maybe another time, night Steve," I tell him as I close the door. I just need sleep I told myself, as I headed to bed. Please let tomorrow be better.
