Through Her Eyes (Second Part in the Beyond Her Eyes Trilogy)

Chapter Eleven

YN remained sitting on the toilet, quietly crying into her hands. She was annoyed at herself for being so emotional, but Tony's lack of compassion was really affecting her.

"YN?" YN sniffed, lifting her head and wiping her eyes.

"I'm in here." She called out quietly, looking down to her lap.

"Hey..." Steve whispered, squatting down in front of her. "What's going on? Why isn't Tony helping you?"

YN screwed her face up, trying to stop the tears on their continuous track down her face. "Don't know. He- haven't seen him since last night." Steve sighed, shaking his head.

"Are you okay to stand?" YN nodded, grabbing Steve's outstretched hand to help her stand. "What did you need me to do." YN grimaced, looking to her feet. "Don't be embarrassed, I'm here to help you."

YN sighed, looking back up into clear blue eyes. "I just need you to stay in here in case I fall or pass out." Steve nodded, stepping back. "And..." Grimacing again, YN bit her lip. "I just need help removing my shirt." YN blushed, running her hand through her thick, unwashed hair.

"Of course, YN." Steve said, stepping forward. "How do you want me to do this?" YN bit her lip, her heart beating erratically as the blonde stepped closer.

"Just look up and lift it up." Steve nodded, raising his eyes respectfully to look at the roof. He grabbed the edges of YN's shirt and lifting it up. Steve sucked in a breath as his knuckles grazed over YN's smooth skin, goosebumps rising it his wake.

"You okay?" Steve whispered, finally getting YN's shirt off.

YN breathed out closing her eyes at the feeling of Steve touching her. She had felt completely touched deprive since Tony had stopped touching her. Steve grabbed a towel, handing it to YN to cover herself as she slipped off her pajama bottoms.

"Okay, you're good to look now." YN breathed, the towel tightly wrapped around her body. Steve lowered his gaze, meeting YN's eyes. YN always like that Steve didn't hesitate to meet YN's eyes, that he wasn't afraid of her incongruous gaze.

YN sucked in a breath at the look in Steve's eyes, averting her own as her cheeks blushed bright red. "Go have your shower, YN." Steve smiled, helping YN walk over to the shower. YN turned on the water, using her hand to feel the temperature. She stepped in, the fog covering her from Steve's view.

YN stood under the water for about five minutes, staring blankly at the wall. The hot water eased the growing tension in her shoulders and YN sagged forward, leaning her head against the wall. She massaged her shampoo into her hair, closing her eyes as she imagined Tony lovingly pushing the product through. Suddenly, Tony turned larger and his hair was no longer brown but blonde, eyes not brown but blue.

Gasping, YN opened her eyes, shaking her head. Finishing off her routine, YN grabbed her towel and stepped back out, whimpering slightly until she was once again sitting on the toilet lid. "You okay?" YN nodded, leaning over and placing her head in her hands.

"Just a little dizzy, give me a second." Steve nodded, biting his lip as he watched the soaked woman breathe steadily. Regaining her composure, YN looked up to Steve, a low blush coating her cheeks. "Uh, could you grab me some clothes?" YN whispered, biting her nails.

"Sure, just let me-" Steve cleared his throat, scratching his chin before nodding. "Where-"

"Top right drawer is my PJ's just bring me a pair of those." Steve nodded again, heading toward the door. YN smiled, shaking her head.

YN surveyed the room in lieu of anything else to do. She smiled sadly as her eyes landed on the strawberry scented body lotion sitting on the vanity. Her mind wandered to the day Tony had got it, the memory making sadness curl in her stomach.