"There's something between us that's too major to ignore. May not be eternal but nocturnal, nothing more."
Today is a new day.
God, what a fucking cliche thing to say.
I'm brushing my teeth, still trying to figure out how to deal with what happened yesterday. Luckily the whole thing with Steve got cleared up and things with him are good. With Bucky...
I mean, I guess things are fine. Nothing really happened. And he made it clear that nothing is going to happen. As much as I wish I had an explanation he doesn't owe me one. So I just need to let things go and move forward with my training. Because the one thing I am certain of is that I can't let this affect my work. I've come too far for this.
I also don't want Bucky to think he did anything wrong. In fact, I'm really glad he spoke up and set a boundary for himself. Even if I don't know the exact reason, I have to respect it. Which means I think the best plan is to go forward, pretending like nothing happened, and acting no different towards Bucky. Granted I'm sure the flirting between us is going to die down, but that's probably for the best.
I rinse out the toothpaste, wiping my mouth with a small towel before heading back into my room and to the computer on my desk. I haven't looked at my schedule for the day to see who I'll be training with. It's nine in the morning and I know my first opening isn't until ten, so I have an hour to get some breakfast.
There's a knock on my door before I get a chance to look at my schedule and I get up to go check who it is. I open the door and find Steve on the other side, a bag in each hand.
"Morning." he says, extremely chipper.
"Good morning." I say with a chuckle. The difference between this greeting and yesterday's is insane, but I'll gladly take this one. "What's going on?" I say, referencing the two different sized bags he has.
"We're going to finish painting." he says, holding up the bigger one.
My eyes widen, almost having forgotten about that, even though I've been walking around the paint cans on the floor.
I start to get excited, but it quickly dies when I realize I might not really have time to do this. "Steve, that sounds so great but I haven't had a chance to check my schedule to see who I'm working with at ten."
Steve smiles, not seeming concerned at all over what I just said. "I have you blocked off until eleven. Which gives us two hours to work."
Oh...
I guess I would have known that if I had checked my schedule. "In that case, I'm in. Although we should probably get some breakfast first."
He holds up the other bag and it's then that I notice the name of a diner on it.
"Never doubting you again." I say with a chuckle.
He got typical breakfast platters; eggs, pancakes, bacon, hash browns and a bottle of orange juice for each of us.
After eating we get to work, finishing the last wall we had left to paint. We manage to do that without painting each other again, although Steve definitely attempted it. Once we're done we stand back, admiring our finished work.
"Good?" he asks, wanting my final approval since I'm the one that's going to be living in it.
"Perfect." I say, realizing that finishing the room helps this whole thing feel a little more permanent. "Thank you." I say, knowing that this would have taken me so much longer, especially considering my days are getting so filled up now.
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I'm Not Yours
FanfictionWhat started as an interview for a low level position at S.H.I.E.L.D. ended up with Cali Bennet being placed in a trial-based job with the Avengers. But trying to keep up with these literal super heroes isn't going to be her biggest challenge. The b...