It's been nearly 10 years since Callie was rescued by the Avengers, and though her past is ever haunting her she now must navigate strained relationships amongst her family, teenhood, love, and school.
A sequel to When You Saved Me-- an Avengers Fa...
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Steve P.O.V
Tony and I get back to the house and I go to my room to take a shower, Callie is still sleeping soundly so I strip my sweaty clothes off and throw them in the hamper before going into the bathroom and starting the hot water. I climb in and begin scrubbing, I'm rinsing my hair when I hear the door open, "Callie?"
"I have to pee," she yawns.
"Oh, okay, just don't flush please?" She grumbles in response and I can hear her starting to do her business.
She finishes and then the toilet flushes, "ah! Callie!" I yelp, jumping out as the water turns boiling hot.
"Sorry! I forgot!" She yells and then claps her hands over her eyes, "oh my god, you're naked!"
"Yes I was in the shower!" I shout back, grabbing myself. "Hand me the towel."
She opens her eyes and they flash blue as she sends my towel like a whip into my abdomen. "Ouch, what the heck!"
"I don't want to see your dick!"
I wrap it around my waist hastily, "you flushed the toilet!" I growl, "and there are better words than dick," I remind her and she glares at me defiantly.
"Okay, p-e-n-i-s then, happy?" She drags the word out slowly, like she thinks I'm an idiot and then rolls her eyes at me, I sigh and test the water again, it's back to it's comfortable temperature so I drop the towel and climb back in.
"Oh my god! You could have waited until I've left, what the hell! Do you get off on flashing yourself to people?" She blurts at me, the sentence fast and erratic like a machine gun, reminding me of a frustrated Tony.
"Sorry, sorry, no I don't! I just forget because it never mattered before, like you didn't care until like, two months ago!" I stammer, desperately trying to explain myself.
"That was before I knew you jack off all the time," she grumbles under her breath.
"What? I, no, not all the time," I'm glad for the curtain so she can't see the embarrassment on my face.
"Right," she sighs and I can actually hear the eye roll.
"You know what, just go away." I bark at her, suddenly feeling outraged that my sweet little girl has turned into such a jerk practically over night. "Last night you crawl into my room, ask me to cuddle you like you're a little kid again, and I do, even after everything you did to me yesterday. But as soon as I need some grace and compassion you're an asshole."
"You're such a fucking dickwad!" She screams and slams the door as she leaves.
"Ugh!" I yell, throwing my bottle of shampoo and it flies through the curtain, and I hear something shatter, "crap." I peak out to see my mirror completely destroyed, glass littered all over the bathroom, well this is a great way to start my day.
