'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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.25 | Reluctance
Merida opened her eyes to soft white light and the unmistakable feeling of bedding that was wrapped around her. The linens were soft and as her eyes fluttered open she ran her hand down the length of the bedsheet. She caught familiar scents in the room and realized with a soft sigh that she was in the infirmary. A steady rhythmic beat beeped on something next to her and she realized it was a heartbeat monitor; each beep a reminder that she was still alive.
She was no longer in the hoodie last night. Merida was currently in a thin cotton shirt with a modest scoop, though the hem was bigger than something she'd usually fit into. She caught a faint trace of Natasha's scent and realized she must be in one of her shirts. She peeked under the single sheet that had covered her frail body and noticed she was in a pair of black skinny jeans. Instinctively, she wiggled her bare toes and pinched part of her thigh to make sure she was actually awake and not still asleep.
She could feel the anxiety of waking up creeping up on her, the heart rate monitor increased ever so slightly as she was getting her bearings in the infirmary. It wasn't that she didn't know where she was at...she just felt disoriented. The last she remembered she had been in the aircraft being loaded up with Steve right at her side, there was an immense amount of pain radiating from her back...after that she lost all sense of time.
Almost immediately, another scent hit her and she relaxed visibly; her shoulders softened, and her heartbeat slowed back down to a steady pace.
It was Steve.
She slowly swiveled her eyes to the left and saw him. He was slouched in a chair up against a glass window. The sun's rays filtered in just enough to light up his dirty blonde in a way that illuminated the crown of his head and bathed him in a golden light. As if straight from the heavens themselves. His arms were crossed and it looked as if his head were tilted down ever so slightly.
At this angle it looked as if he might have been sleeping, or maybe just dozing.
He was in a dark blue shirt, a brown cargo jacket over the shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Everything about Steve's outward appearance was always simple, yet he could command her attention from the moment he walked into any room she had ever been in with him. She smiled lightly to herself as she looked him over.
He must have heard her shift because in one fluid motion he was looking up at her, his blue eyes wide awake as he anchored his attention directly on her. He was on his feet in less than a second, eyebrows drawing inward as he walked over to her bedside to make sure she was okay.
"Hey," Steve's voice was delicate and she found it comforting.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," Merida's cheeks flushed as she shifted her weight in the bed so that she could sit up. She slowly propped the pillow up behind her so she could leverage herself against it.
