𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚇 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 ✔️

𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂

*2am*

"And where the hell have you been? Y/N it's 2am!"

"Why do you care?" I snap back rolling my eyes at Steve, walking into our room I grab a change of clothes.

"Just because you're pissed at your brother and sister doesn't mean you can take it out on me! I've been calling you non-stop."

Pulling my phone out I see the long list of missed calls from him.

"Oops." I say flatly, not even bothered about his concern.

"What has gotten into you y/n?"

"Oh just drop it!"

"No, I won't just drop it. I was so worried."

"Whatever I'm sleeping elsewhere tonight."

"Like hell you are!"

"Ugh. Fine whatever. Just leave me alone." Walking into the bathroom I lock the door so Steve can't continue his rant any further. After getting ready for bed I look down to my ribs to see they're still badly bruised from earlier.

"Shit. I thought this would have healed by now."

*Flashback 2 hours prior*

Walking down the abandoned backstreets of Brooklyn it had just clocked 12am. I'd been 'drowning' my sorrows in Reggies bar and managed to get ahold of some asgardian liquor I'd hidden in his cellar. Feeling intoxicated I keep walking around aimlessly not sure of where I was headed.

Hearing the constant ringer of my phone I switch it to silent and 'Do not disturb' mode. Turning the corner to a very dark back alley I see a group of men, obviously drunk heading my way. Usually I have turned back around and avoided them but I was desperate for some conflict to get my frustrations out.

As the men approach me I can hear whispers in the distance, a few of them wolf whistleling me.

"Hey there little girly, you lost."

"Need a man to take care of you?"

"Oh this little slut don't wanna talk, how rude."

"Fuck you man!" I spit back, turning to face the group.

"What did you say!?" Stunned at my retaliation.

"You heard, need me to teach you some manners, cause I will happily!"

Getting into a scrap with the men I do take a few hits, mainly in my lower stomach, but I easily deal with them, leaving a pile of injured men in my path. I could have easily gotten out there injury free but I needed to feel something. Feel physical pain to try drown out the emotional pain I was experiencing.

*Present time*

Walking back into the bedroom Steve is in his bed, looking to already be fast asleep. Wanting to just keep myself isolated I walk past his bed and climb into my own, slowly drifting off to sleep. I knew by morning all evidence of last night would be erased.

*7am*

Stirring in my sleep I roll over to see Steve's bed unoccupied. Wiping the sleep from my eye I push myself up looking around the room. Hearing the water shut off from the shower and footsteps I knew Steve was still here.

I really wasn't in the mood to hear one of his lectures or speak with anyone really. Getting out of bed I quickly throw on a fresh change of clothes, purposely leaving my phone in the room, I head out.

Just as the bedroom door closed shut, Steve shot out trying to catch me before I leave.

"Dammit!" He says to himself, placing his hands on his hips shaking his head.