⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

⍟ No where to go ⍟

Pαιrιɴɢ: Steve Rogers X Reader.
Word coυɴт: 421 words.
Sυммαry: None wanna deal with you, except Steve.
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: The reader is an ex-HYDRA agent.
A/N: This is my entry 1K Follower Celebration Challenge with the prompt:

1.- "I didn't know where else to go."

So, I posted this first on my Tumblr.

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It had been weeks since the HYDRA uprising, weeks since you had made the hardest decision of your life: to come clean. You had been a HYDRA agent, not by choice, but by obligation, so when you saw the time, you cooperated with S.H.I.E.L.D., sharing everything you knew.

However, your cooperation seemed like it wasn't enough, you could notice the whispers in the hallways, the looks of distrust, the outright rejection, all of it was now part of your daily life. There was no place in S.H.I.E.L.D. where you felt safe, no person you could trust, or so you thought.

Until the situation was so unbearable that you ended up in front of Steve Rogers' door. You didn't know if he would receive you or if he would reject you like the others. But you had nowhere else to go.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the trembling in your hands, and knocked on the door. The door opened slowly, revealing to Steve the surprised expression on his face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I didn't know where else to go... I don't have anyone." You felt your eyes fill with tears.

"Come in," he said after looking at you for a moment that seemed like forever.

You sat down on the couch, and Steve closed the door behind you. He stood for a moment, watching you before sitting down in a chair across from you.

"What happened?" he finally asked.

You told him everything, how HYDRA had forced you to join, how you had lived all those years, how you finally decided to cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D., hoping it would redeem you, but found rejection instead. Steve listened quietly, his eyes never leaving you. He didn't interrupt, didn't ask questions.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, lowering your gaze, unable to bear if he led you to look disappointed.

"You did the right thing."

"But the others don't see it that way," you muttered. "They don't see me as someone who did the right thing... They see me as a traitor."

"People often judge what they don't understand. S.H.I.E.L.D. is full of people who have seen terrible things, who have been betrayed before. It's hard for them to trust. But that doesn't mean you should give up."

"Thank you," you whispered.

"You can stay here tonight," he said.

"Thank you, Steve...for everything. But why are you being so nice to me? After all that's happened...you could have kicked me out like the others."

"Because I believe in second chances."