S.H.I.E.L.D ACADEMY

56. Boy Scout

"I said, you fucking boy scout"

Steve shoved the door, locked it and blacked out the glasses within seconds. He pushed you up from your chair holding your wrist over your head. The lights in the room turned purple, but all he could see was red. You were pushed on to the table. He could see the fear in your eyes, but he knew better than to let it go to him. You knew how to perform.

"Do you want to repeat that?" Steve said coldly.

You breathed heavily as you tried to you tried to gain control again. Your skin was crawling. Steve's eyes were dark, unreadable. You struggled to see any sane way out of this. Not one without the two of you fighting. You bit the inside of your cheek. You knew this was a contest. One of you would win, the other would need to wave the white flag. It couldn't be you. Before you knew it, you slapped Steve as hard as you possibly could with your other hand.

"You fucking boy scout!" You shouted.

Steve shocked by your action accidentally let go off your hand. He stared at the floor. What the fuck did you just do? He opened his mouth, adjusting his jaw. Your little slap barely did anything to him. It wasn't like you had any muscles behind it. It was the fact that you thought it was okay to fucking behave like that towards him. He slowly looked back at you, a smile grew on his face.

"Enough," he said, grabbing both your hands as you were about to run off.

He took of his belt within seconds, binding them around your hands on your back. Out of pure anger, he made sure to tighten it more than needed, just because he wanted you to feel the pain. He pushed your hands close to his, having your body rest up against his. He looked down at you. You were no longer that tough little girl where you?

"You think this is my fault?" He whispered tightening the belt slowly.

Your eyes were shut. Your chest was moving up and down as you tried to inhale and not focus on the pain on the arms.

"Say it," Steve demanded.

Your whole body moved with Steve's as he shouted at you.

"It is your fault," You whispered low, trying not to cry in front of Steve. He tightens the belt. You couldn't hold it in anymore as a tear fell down your cheek. Your hand still hadn't healed from the mission, and the amount of blood pressure going to your hands made it unbearable.

"Not so tough now, are we?" Steve whispered.

"Steve, it hurts," You whimpered as you tried to stand on your toes to angle the pain in a different direction.

Steve laughed low.

"It's Captain," he said coldly.

Steve was lying to himself if he didn't admit that deep down, he enjoyed this. You breathe against his body, crying, begging. This seemed to be the only way you understood your place. The only time you pushed yourself. It was healthy. Steve listened as you begged for the captain to let go. The sound of you calling him Captain always got to him. He pushed you into the long table. With one hand on your back, he pushed your upper body down to it. Steve looked at you pressed down at the table. Fuck, he was so close to you. He shut his eyes. He needed to focus.

He barely needed to lay a finger on you to hold you down as he leaned down to your face, who were still crying against the table. Steve held no guilt about this. This was your fault. Your wrongdoing.

"This... This is your fault. You disrespected me by every turn you could take, you disrespected the agency, the director..." Steve almost spit the words towards you as he gave in one last pressure on your wrist.

"This is your own fucking fault," He said as he let go off you walking towards the door.

You husked for air as you slowly turned around. Hate was a strong word, but it was the only word you felt. You tried to get yourself out of the belt, but you couldn't. You swore low as you grabbed a glass on the table. You just wanted Steve to feel a tiny amount of the pain that you held. You ran towards him.

"I hate you!" You shouted as you were about to stab it into his back.

Steve was way faster than you, grabbed your hands as he smashed you up against the glass walls, causing the tiny glass you had in your hands to break over you. Steve held your body tight, locked with no space between the two of you.

"You don't," Steve whispered as he stared into your eyes.

You hated him. You hated him. You hated him. You hated him. You hated him. You hated him.

"I- I- I Hate you," You repeated struggling with the words.

Steve shook his head.

"I- I- I do," You nodded your head.

"I am the only thing that make you feel alive," Steve said coldly.

You shook your head. You couldn't believe that. It wasn't true. It couldn't be. It meant that you liked the pain, the suffering and the constant fighting. You had broken up with Grant because you realised you needed emotions, real feelings when you were with someone, but this... This was violent feelings. Toxic butterflies. This wasn't what you were supposed to like.

"I hate you," You whispered out of breath.

Steve was done hearing you speaking. He shut you up as his lips crashed into yours. Violently brushing against your lips. His hands going up the sides of your body, under your ridiculously large sweater. He felt how your body gravitated towards him. You wanted him. He knew it, your body knew it, and it was just a matter of time before your mind would follow along. He felt as your lips began to move along his. There, caught you. He smirked through the kisses as he bet your lip.

"I hate you, huh?" He whispered as he let go off your lip.

"I'm sorry, Captain," you whispered.