And They Were Roommates (STEVE ROGERS X OC)

Chapter Twenty-Six

When Taylor next opened her eyes, she was in a room unfamiliar to her, laying in a not-so-comfy bed. She sprung up into a sitting position immediately, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over her. She clutched her head, with one hand, cursing herself for the piercing pain. Massaging her temple, she found a sore spot, and then the happenings flooded her mind. Loki knocked her out. Phil was stabbed. Did he escape? Where was everyone?

Slowly, she slid to the edge of her bed, cautiously looking around the small space she was in. She knew she was still on the Helicarrier as the room resembled the ones the medical wing had. Standing up, she fought down the dizziness, and with uncertain steps, walked out through the door. Seeing one of the medical staff hurry over, she tried to wave them away with her hand, but they were persistent.

The two nurses gave up soon after Taylor repeatedly told them she was fine and that she needed to talk to Fury, so they let her leave. Before she did that, however, she went into the bathroom to freshen up, as her head was still killing her, and her lips were as dry as the Sahara desert. When she saw herself in the mirror, she grimaced immediately. Her hair was a mess and a purplish bruise was forming already on her temple. Then there was her neck, which was bruised by Loki's hand, each bluish bruise indicating where each finger was placed on her neck which was squeezed until she couldn't breathe anymore.

She washed her face rigidly, making sure her mascara was left untouched by the water, then dried off using the wipes placed next to the sink. She combed through her hair with her fingers, making sure it hid her neck and the bruise on her head. She even pulled the already high neckline of her suit higher so there was no way her neck would be peeking out. Her mask was in one of her pockets, which she was thankful for, but the majority of her knives were missing. She wondered where they were abandoned last.

Feeling like a new woman, Taylor took a deep breath and exited the bathroom, heading straight to the main area in the ever-so-quiet building. It was eerie to walk in the long empty hallways which were usually busy with people, but the sight of the main room surprised her the most. Only Steve and Tony were sitting at the table while Fury was standing in front of it, and the workers who were in charge of the Helicarrier's flight were reduced to only a few. All heads whipped her way once she entered, causing her to come to a halt. Her brother's face grew worried as he hurried over to her, drawing her into a tight hug.

"Jesus, are you all right?" He asked as he pulled back. "You gave us a huge scare. You were lying next to Coulson, and I thought..."

Tony didn't finish his sentence, only averted her eyes, making Taylor's stomach drop painfully. She thought of the last condition she had seen Phil in, and her heart wrenched at the mere thought of something happening to him.

"The doctors took you away and didn't let me go inside your room, and then I kind of got kicked out of the medical wing for yelling too much," He continued talking, worry oozing from his tone.

"I can kind of imagine that," Taylor mumbled, but her voice was raspy, so she cleared her throat. It hurt a little. 

"They told me you didn't suffer any major injuries, apart from a hit to the head and some bruises," Tony sighed in irritation, crossing his arms. 

"What happened?"

"Loki," She sighed. "Where is Phil? Is he okay? Last I've seen him he was bleeding..."

Tony clapped his mouth shut and turned to look at Fury and Steve, who were listening to their conversation in silence. They all had sour looks on their faces, making Taylor furrow her eyebrows in confusion. She looked to the table where Steve was sitting, noticing the bloody cards laid out in front of him, which were previously in Coulson's pocket.