'Tell me your story. Start from the beginning. Start from where you felt unloved. Tell me the things you're afraid to admit. I want to know what makes you happy. Pretty girl, I want to make you happy again.'
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.23 | The Choice
Merida sat in the rec room with her legs curled up close to her chest, her lithe little arms wrapped around her knees as she pressed the side of her face against the top of her knees. She hadn't even changed out of the dress she had been wearing from the banquet, but she had since taken off her heels and instead found solace with her bare feet against the cool leather of the couch she sat on.
Her eyes held fast to the piano, a fonder memory of her and Steve passing through her mind before the reality of what was happening set into her stomach like lead.
"Any updates, JARVIS?" Merida whispered aloud as she looked up at the ceiling of the rec room, awaiting a response from the English speaking AI.
"None at the moment, Ms. Reid,"
Merida sighed.
She felt trapped.
Her insides were quivering, the anxiety her body was experiencing was a direct result of the helplessness she felt in those moments when Avengers had left to save Fran and Ansem without her.
She understood why she couldn't go along, but the it didn't change the fact that she felt as if she were back in a cage, bouncing off the walls internally as her body shook from excess adrenaline.
She couldn't shake the idea of something happening to Fran or Ansem...or the team. All those dark horrid dreams she'd ever had of people dying because of her...running away from Killian only to be caught and punished by watching those she loved died. It was as if those nightmares were becoming a reality. She pushed away a stray tear that fell from her eyes, her fingers rubbing a stain of dark mascara across her eyes and towards her temples.
Merida trusted Steve. She trusted him more than she had anticipated. It was something unexpected; the warmth from his embrace, the blue eyes of justice that penetrated her tainted soul, the benevolence of his smile as he looked at her from across a room.
It scared her how much someone could break through the barriers of her scarred heart, to see past the monster, the mutation...and see her. Not just see her, but truly see her, and somehow weave his way into every fiber of her being.
It unnerved her.
It was almost too good to be true.
A ring from across the room caught her attention. She lifted her head and looked up in the direction of the noise.
It was coming from a sold black phone that hung on the opposite side of the rec room wall.
It continued ringing and she looked around slowly before intuitively unfoldering her legs off the leather couch and moving at a quick pace towards the phone. It was the call she'd been waiting for; it was Steve. She just knew it. She felt a flutter of nerves jump around inside her stomach.
