She chose me •Steve Rodgers x reader•

Chapter 13

Trigger warning : Abuse

The hangover that hit (Y/n) the next morning was awful, as expected. She somehow found the energy to get up and do all the things Steve had told her to do, take an aspirin and have large cup of coffee, it didn't eradicate the throbbing headache she had, but it helped.

She took a hot shower then remembered Joe would be home later that afternoon, so she wasted a little cleaning, she didn't need to hear his nonsense today, it was too important. The downpour of rain over the city wasn't the most encouraging sigh but she didn't think too much of it, instead, the whole way there she physced herself up for her interview.

Nobody loved history as much as her, and there was no way they couldn't hire her, once the saw the references from her professors, they would understand that there would be no other choice.

She had to get this job.

The Metropolitan Museum towered over her, and the excitement grew.

This was everything she had been dreaming of, to engulf herself in years of social development and historical events, it may not seem like a great deal to someone on the outside, but to here, it was everything.

She approached the reception desk, and politely greeted the young lady sitting there, "excuse me, I'm here for my interview with Dr Franklin, it's for the assistant position, it should be under the name (Y/n)(Y/l/n)" she grinned brightly, trying to mask the tiredness in her eyes.

"Give me one second" she said, picking up the phone and making a call.

(Y/n) looked around and watched a small little girl, attempting to drag her mother to one the ancient statues that resided in a corner of the museum. Much like herself, the little seemed so eager and determined to learn. It reminded her of what her father used to tell her.

Never loose the drive for your passion, it will be the downfall of your identity.

He could be extra at times but he was never wrong, she had to admit.

"Excuse me, Miss (Y/l/n)" the receptionist called her over, (Y/n) walked over, once she saw the receptionist face, she started to unsettled "is there something wrong?" She asked.

"I'm sorry to tell you, but the position you applied for was filled about a week ago" the receptionist informed her, the confusion on (Y/n)'s face was evident, and she started to feel the anxiety build up inside her.

She placed a hand of the side of her temple and massaged it thoroughly "no, no that can't be right because, my interview had been rescheduled for today, it can't be filled" she protested.

"We were aware that you refused the interview, and did not want to be considered for any future position within this establishment" she felt her throat tightening and tears begin to gather in her eyes but she wasn't going to let them fall.

"May I ask" (Y/n) said, seriously "who was it that gave you this information".

The receptionist looked up at her, uncomfortable by how intimidating she looked, "I'm afraid I'm not allowed to give out that information miss, it's confiden-"

"Please!" She screamed slightly, then remembering that she was in a public place, she hid her face from the people giving her weird looks "Just tell me who told you"