Helios (Steve Rogers x Male!OC x Darkling)

XVI

"You and I are going to change the world."

Those words rang in your ears like an echo as the darkness that seemed to be closing on you just moments ago was gone. Everything was bright white and you felt your power get out. Never before had you felt like this. You weren't commanding your power. Your power wasn't begging to be let out. It was demanding. It was... no. It felt like it was running away. 

The darkness around seemed like curtains that the rays of light were tearing through until there was nothing but blinding brightness holding itself around you like a dome. You felt yourself coming back as you felt a sensation in your hands which slowly spread throughout your body. You sat up and tried to call your power back but it wouldn't listen. You saw Steve at the other side of the room, calling out to you.

"Y/N!" He screamed, stuck between the wall and the dome of light that seemed to burn everything that it touched at its edge. 

"Careful with this one," the voice whispered in your ear and just like that, it was gone. You felt your power come back to and this time when you called, it listened. Steve faltered for a second but was back on his feet and rushed towards you. 

"Are you okay? What happened?" He asked and started speaking too fast as he repeated what all had happened. Just then, a doctor came into the room and walked towards you. A nurse helped Steve into a chair as the doctor did a checkup. Once she was done, she looked at Steve and gestured for him to walk outside with her.

"No," You said. "Talk here." 

The doctor looked at you and nodded politely. "You seem perfectly fine. We're not sure what caused the power surge but it could've been anything. Did you get into a... Did anything happen that could've caused your stress levels to increase?" She asked and Steve answered for you, saying no. You tried to chime in a couple of times but Steve held most of the conversation though you didn't disagree with anything that he had said. You laid back down and thought about what had happened. You didn't know if you had been dreaming. 

You couldn't tell, really. It had felt so real yet Steve had said he had brought you in this room and you had laid on the bed, passed out, until a searing light had torn through the room. You sighed and looked up as the doctor left the room and Steve sat on the edge of your bed. "What happened?"

"A nightmare," You said.

"Oh," Steve said awkwardly. "Do you want to talk about it maybe?" 

You groaned rolled your eyes, "What do you think, smartypants?" You said which finally broke through the caring, huggy-beary pretentious look of Steve and his face grew blank. "FIne," He said. 

"Just give me a few minutes. I'll get ready for the flight." You said as you sat up.

"What? You're in no shape to travel."

"You're in no shape to travel," You mimicked him.

"We can go next week. I've already-"

"God, Jesus fucking Christ, Steve. Stop acting like you fucking care, okay?" You raised your voice, looking directly at him now. Though your eyes only locked for a couple of seconds, you could see the anger in his eyes. You didn't know how to explain it but it satisfied you. In a way, you were hoping to see that he'd be hurt. That he'd actually cared and he'd be hurt by what you had said and that would have probably made you feel like shit but it would've meant something. But this, this was just pure anger in his eyes at you having 'disrespected' him once again. 

Steve turned his head and looked away so he was looking towards the door of the room. He spoke in a voice so low, you could practically feel the purring vibrations in his baritone. Yet, there was nothing calming about it. "I do care, Lios." He said and there was a couple of minutes of silence, neither of you knowing what to speak. You were ready to yell and maybe land a lucky punch at his stupid face but something about his voice set you off. It wasn't the regular let's-go-out Steve Roger voice. This was his Captain America voice, though disturbingly low.