Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Two

You couldn't sleep. Webs had been lights out within minutes of his head hitting the pillow. The two of you had ended up finishing the entire season of The Bad Batch. It was enough to leave you brain dead. Still, you'd been laying here listening to his soft snores for the last hour. Sneaking out of the bed you made your way back to the small kitchenette on his floor, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. Taking it over to the floor to ceiling windows you watched out over the city of Manhattan as you sipped.

Your brain was clearly stressed, the neurons firing so rapidly you swore you could feel them. You knew you should be freaking out from the earlier revelations. Yet as it always was when you got into stressful situations, you felt nothing. When the glass was empty you magicked it into the sink.

You should go back to bed. Tomorrow was probably gonna suck and you could use every minute of sleep you could get. But were you really the type to not snoop when given the chance?

Hell fucking no.

Also, Stark really told you not to leave this floor. Dude should've known that would only make you want to explore more.

Smiling to yourself, you pushed open the door to the short hallway leading to the stairwell, avoiding the elevator in case it alerted someone to your movements. The next floor down was just another hallway that looked like it probably held bedrooms and the one after that was the same. It was a little disheartening, but you were determined to find something.

You struck gold when the next floor down was the main living floor. You came out of the stairwell next to the elevator you'd arrived in not a few hours prior. The living room was the same, literally. Broken windows covered with a plastic sheet, glass all over the floors. You ignored the drops of blood from where Livi had walked on the shards barefoot. There was also a bar, an open concept kitchen, and an attached dining room. What caught your eye though was the glass staircase leading up to a glass walled room where the light flooding the space was coming from.

You were careful stepping around the mess, after all your feet were bare now and you didn't want to experience firsthand the feeling of glass shards slicing into your arches.

No fucking thank you.

The glass of the staircase was cool on the bottom of your feet as you quietly padded your way up. When you reached the top you were surprised to find the room empty. Though it was clear someone had been spending a lot of time here if the spread of documents over the table was anything to go by.

Leaning in through the open door, you kept your hand on the door jamb to steady yourself. For some reason this felt overly intrusive instead of just some lighthearted snooping. Actually, stepping into the room felt like crossing some invisible line. All you could make out from this distance were the maps. They were stacked haphazardly on top of each other, red circles with x's through them covering the landmarks. You were so distracted trying to decipher where in the world these maps depicted that you didn't notice the other presence until a body pressed up against your back.

Gasping, you straightened as a hand wrapped around your waist. It tightened, turning you around and shoving you up against the glass wall outside the room. Looking up, way up, you came face to face with Captain fucking America.

"You have thirty seconds to explain to me who you are and what you're doing here before I throw you into lock up." His ice blue eyes were sharp with aggravation, his short blonde hair skewed like he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly. The wrinkled state of his shirt only added to his ruffled look.

"Ahhhh..."

He glared down at you, unimpressed with your lack of answer. Then his eyes roamed down further, taking in your lack of clothing. The tee shirt Peter had given you to sleep in wasn't exactly covering much, especially with the way your body strained up in his hold.