Nervous

It had been a few weeks since your encounter with the man with a metal arm, and you had grown increasingly paranoid. You looked over your shoulder more than you would like to admit. You checked to make sure all the doors and windows were locked before you went to bed. You were scared he would fulfill his promise to end your life even though you had kept your mouth shut. The bruises on your neck faded away after a week. You tried to go about your daily life like everything was fine, but there were days where it was obvious something was wrong which made your friends, Izi and Steve worry about you. Steve was a recent friend, but it felt like you had known him forever. You meet him at a cafe that you both frequented, and he asked to sit at your table when there weren't any empty sites. Needless to say, you were quite shocked to see Captain America standing in front of your table with a coffee and sketchbook in hand. You let him sit with you, and you were surprised to find that you both had a lot in common. Like you both loved to draw, and by the end of the day you had both exchanged numbers, and promised to meet up again. Now you were as close to him as Izi.

That is probably why you were having the current conversation with him." Are you sure your okay." He asked concern leaking from his voice you sighed as you stepped inside your apartment foyer turning back to him"I'm fine I've just been busy lately. tired that's all." Steve stared at you without blinking which caused you to start twitching. When he saw you fidgeting he flashed you a quick smile."Okay, I believe you but promise me you'll tell me if you're not. "you nod, and he smiled prompting you to return it. "I'll see you soon. You promised. You gave him a quick hug before he walked down the path to where his motorcycle was parked. You waited for tell he was out of site to drop your smile and sigh.

As you moved to shut your door, something caught your attention. You blinked, and squinted a little to see what it was under the street light right before it disappeared from your site. You felt your heart drop as fear washed over you. Standing across the street, hidden within the shadows made by the street light, was the man with the metal arm. You slammed the door shut, and bolted up to your apartment completely forgetting the elevator. You fumbled with your keys after a few seconds you rushed inside locking every door, window, and vent. Once you finished you bent over, panting. You stood up for a minute sighing in relief, you were safe.

Then you turned around,  you were meet by two cold blue eyes. All the air left you in one loud gasp as you stared at the man a couple feet away from you. You were frozen in place and rendered silent, his hard stare pinning you were you stood. His eyes held a terrifying amount of determination in them. You started to shake under his stare waiting for him to make the first move. He took a step forward you flew backward making a run for it even though you know you never make it past your living room, but fear drove you forward. You were correct you had hardly set one foot on the soft carpet when you were tackled from behind and pinned to the floor. The man armies and legs caging you in. You whimpered in fear as he glared down at you, his eyes filled with anger."Try and escape again, and I will kill you before you get two feet from me." He hissed in rage. You nod frantically.

You gasp when his silver hand moves from the floor to your throat the cool metal soothing against your hot skin, but then he started applying pressure just enough to know his hand was there the soothing sensation gone. You swallowed against the pressure, and now pulling away from the cold. " W-why are you here? You said if I didn't tell anybody y-you wouldn't kill me. I didn't" he shut you up by squeezing your throat stopping your mid-sentence. "That man you were with you're close to him you could've told him." Your eyes widened he meant Steve." I haven't said a word to him or anyone else!" You whisper. He growled in frustration slamming something into the floor next to your head. You look over it's the same knife he used to threaten you that night in the elevator.

The man stared down at you, taking in your teary eyes and rushed breaths. You stared back mainly out of curiosity as you watched different emotions play across his blue eyes. You couldn't understand all the confusion in those icy blue depths. You cried out as he lifted you up by your throat, so you were sitting in front of him.Your hands immediately flew to his forearm a reflex ingrained in your mind. The cold metal cooled your sweating hands. He pulled you closer his masked face brushing yours."I've had so many opportunities to kill you these past two weeks, but I've never been able to do it what's so special about you?" He growled frustration evident in his voice." Two weeks? Have you been watching me the whole time?" you ask your voice still shaky. He snarled like an animal, then shoved you down onto the floor. You winced as the back of your head hit the floor.

You slowly rolled onto your knees trying to make the buzzing in your head stop. You felt your breath hitch when you heard a click. When you look up you saw a gun in his flesh hand. You bit your lip as you feel your heart pounding against your chest, your hands clutching the rim of your pants. You dropped your gaze to the floor waiting for the shoot, but it nothing happened. After a minute, you look up at him. he had the same look on his face as the night in the elevator. He could end your life, but it was like he was frozen. He seemed to grow frustrated as you stared at him his hand tightened on the gun, he turned and stomped a couple feet more from you swearing angrily "Chert!" he roared before facing you. he stalked up to you grabbed you by your hair. You see a flash of silver pain, and the last thing you remember is falling into his armies then everything went dark. That night you were carried into the night by your abductor a man with a metal arm.

TRANSLATION

CHERT= fuck in German