I Was Never Yours

Chapter 88

Steve P.O.V

Cooper is pushing into Callie. She's screaming for me. The sound is small, like it's travelling through a small tunnel. Which doesn't make sense because I'm watching it happen. I'm here, in the room, but I can't do anything to stop it.

I'm dreaming. I know it because my body is so heavy it can't move. Even in my dreams I'm useless to her. And then, suddenly, the dream flips and he's on me. Pulling my pants down, brushing something cold across me and it's agony. I thrash, trying to push him off myself but he pushes me down and kisses me.

"It's okay," a woman's voice whispers. "You're sweaty, I'm just changing you."

"Wha, what?" I blink my eyes open and they feel hot and gritty. The dream fades away, and I discover not Cooper, but May kneeling between my thighs. She has a cold cloth in her hand and presses it against my balls. 

I whine and try to push her away but I'm so damn weak right now. It's like I've lost all control of my limbs. "Hurts."

"Oh." She blushes and stands. "Where are your boxers? You need fresh ones."

"Top drawer," I rasp, pushing myself up to sit. My stomach churns and I quickly lay back against the headboard, closing my eyes and breathing deeply.

"You okay?"

I shake my head.

"Are you going to puke?"

A wave of nausea crashes into me. Yes, I am going to puke. I sit up fast and nod, the urge so sudden, I'm frantic.

May puts a bucket in my lap and I heave into it. She rubs my back. It should be soothing, but it just isn't. "I tried to find you some gravol but you have zero medicine in your cabinet. Not even Tylenol."

If I had the energy, I'd explain that Bruce keeps all the meds locked in his room. We've done that since Callie came home. He explained that having a little junkie in the house meant things needed to change. It was irritating at first, to Tony mostly who, at that time, suffered from chronic hangovers. But after ten years, it's normal.

When I'm finished puking, I shrug her off. "Callie is crying."

She pauses, listening. Shrugs. "I don't hear anything. But she came in here awhile ago while I was watching a show. I explained that you were too sick, so I took her out and tried to get her to tell me which room is hers. She wouldn't, so I knocked on Tony's door, but he didn't wake up. So I put her on the couch in the living room." She explains all this while wiping at my thighs with the cloth. 

It takes a moment for her words to register, but when they do I find I suddenly can stand up. "You what?"

"I tucked her in, told her to go to sleep. You're right, she's tiny! Like she can't weight more than eighty pounds."

"You brought her to her room?"

"Why are you mad? I did, but I told you, I tucked her in in the living room."

"Thor was supposed to have her. Why doesn't Thor have her?" My voice cracks. Stop. Not a good time to cry.

"He might have now. I don't know." May shrugs.

"But they were watching a movie, how..."

"Babe, it's two A.M."

"What?" I spin, and so does my head. I grab the bucket off the bed. The vomit already in it sloshes and I gag but nothing more comes up.

"Here, I'll clean that." She takes it and goes to the bathroom.

I take the opportunity to escape the room and stumble down the hall.