And They Were Roommates (STEVE ROGERS X OC)

Chapter Five

Taylor opened her eyes in a dim room, her head pounding hard. The first thing she noticed was the hand on her exposed waist, which she pushed off herself automatically. The next was that she wasn't in her own room, and she wasn't in the guest bedroom either. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, a small room with barely any proper furniture fitting in it. It was cramped.

The memories of the day before resurfaced as she placed her cold hand against her forehead, sighing at the consistent pain. She glanced to her side to see Tristan in deep sleep, his head completely buried in his pillow with strands of curly hair all over his face. His tanned skin had goosebumps on it, so Taylor reluctantly threw the blanket completely on him, standing up to find her clothes.

She was naked and sore, so she didn't have to think twice about what happened the previous day. Finding her bra and underwear thrown onto the top of the tiny dresser, she hastily pulled them on, scavenging for her minidress next. Tristan turned in his bed, yawning as he raised his head to look at Taylor.

"Not a bad sight to wake up to," He murmured, his voice husky, making Taylor roll her eyes at him.

"Do you know where my dress is?" She asked instead of answering him, checking the tiny laundry basket in the corner, there was a wrapper beside it, indicating that they at least weren't foolish enough to do the deed without protection.

"I don't want you to find that dress for some reason," He smirked, stretching his arms over his head. They bumped into the headboard of the bed, making him wince. "But it has to be around here somewhere."

Taylor sighed at the lack of information and bent down to look under the bed, fishing out her dress with one hand as she straightened to glare at Tristan. He chuckled deeply.

"I need to go now, there are so many people who will kill me," Taylor sighed, looking for her bag now. It was thrown over a chair. "I don't even want to see how many missed calls I have."

Tristan grimaced, sitting up in bed with the blanket still mostly covering him. He looked into Taylor's eyes, his own seemingly much less confident than yesterday.

"Of course, you're an important person." He looked at her bag. "You won't call me again, will you?" He asked quietly as Taylor pulled out her phone to call a taxi. She looked at him guiltily.

"I was very drunk yesterday, we both were. I didn't mean for this to happen, but it did..." She trailed off looking for words. "It was great while it lasted, but there won't be any more."

Tristan nodded slowly, murmuring a low goodbye as Taylor exited the room. She found herself in another room, a bit bigger than the previous one, but still tiny. It was a mixture of the kitchen and the living room, meaning that she was in an apartment complex, hopefully still in New York as she had no recollection of how she got there.

Picking up her heels and jacket from the floor beside the front door, she pushed it open, glancing around the hallway as she hurried down the stairs, exiting the building quickly. The street ahead of her was mostly empty, only a couple of lone cars roaming it as she pulled on her heels.

Judging by the chilly weather and barely any sunlight, she guessed it was still early, so she hadn't been missing for too long. Taking out her phone, she smirked in satisfaction. She only had ten missed calls, most from Steve and the others from Tony, but that meant that she wasn't on the missing people list yet.

The time read 6:10, so she didn't bother calling either of them back, knowing they were still asleep, especially since it was a Sunday morning. Spotting something yellow from the corner of her eye, Taylor's arm automatically flew up, waving around for the taxi to notice her.