Sunflower

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I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was at first blurry, but when it cleared out, I saw an unfamiliar bedroom. I looked at the beige duvet covers, seeing I was still in last night's clothes. I looked around the room, seeing mostly gym equipment. There wasn't much to see, except a few picture frames of the avengers.

The air was warm, like a hot shower was running. I sat up, sitting against the headboard. I heard an open tap close. I looked to my right, seeing an open door.

Unexpectedly Steve walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was wet, and his body was still dripping with water. He had his one hand on the towel, keeping it stable. The other hand was in his hair, holding it tightly.

"Oh, hi, sorry!" I panicked when I realized I was in Steve's bed.

I looked down at the duvet covers, looking away from his body. My cheeks were suddenly pink, my blood feeling warm. He gave a slight chuckle, giving me light shivers. He pulled his hand out of his hair, dropping it to his side.

"Morning," he said, leaning against the bathroom door frame.

"I'm sorry!" I said looking back up at him. "How did I- How did I get here?" I asked, confused.

"You fell asleep on the chair, so I brought you to a more comfortable sleeping place," Steve said, smiling at me.

I looked at him, not surprised. "I'm sorry if I interrupted something!" I said, pulling the duvet covers off of me. I jumped up, grabbing my phone and key card. "I'll just go," I mumbled.

Suddenly Steve grabbed my wrist. I looked up at him. He stood in front of me, inches away. Slowly he lifted his one hand to my cheek and smiled.

"You didn't interrupt anything," he whispered, bending down to me.

I felt his warm breath on my lips. Was I crazy for not pulling away? Probably.

I looked down at his lips, feeling daring. He moved closer to me, gently placing his lips on mine. He stayed there for a few seconds, keeping his hand on my cheek. His lips tasted like cherry toothpaste, which was sweet. His hands were soft and warm, like the warm arms who took me to the room last night.

He gently pulled his lips away from mine. He kept his large hands on my cheeks, hiding the pink. My eyes felt hostage by his, still staring at his blue diamond eyes. "Steve, I-"

"I know you don't date. But give it a thought, please," he interrupted, his voice soft a gentle.

I looked away from his eyes, down to his chest. "I've got to go," I whispered, slowly pulling away from him.

I turned around, causing his hand to slide off my face. I walked to the door, where I stopped and took a deep breath. I opened the door and walked out. I closed the door, feeling stupid. I walked down the empty hall, and down the stairs to the kitchen.

Natasha, Bucky, Wanda, and Clint were eating breakfast and talking. Natasha saw me enter the kitchen. She smiled and looked back down at her food. Curiously, Bucky looked up to see me, in the same clothes as yesterday. His eyes softened, as he looked at my tired and confused expression.

"Morning guys," I greeted with a smile, before grabbing myself an apple.

Natasha smiled, looking back up at me. "Did you sleep well last night?" she asked, sending confusion into my head.

I gave a lost smile. "Yes, thank you. Why do you-"

"Morning," Steve interrupted, walking down the stairs. I turned my head around, seeing smile on his face.

Oh god. Oh god please say we didn't. Oh god please.

I smiled and turned back to Natasha, who sat with a smirk on her face. "If you excuse me, I have to get myself something to wear," I said, giving a slight glance at Bucky. He looked at me with a frown. He looked confused. He looked at Steve, then back at me.

"I might have something in my closet," Wanda offered, looking at me with a smile.

"I'll just run across the road to the shops," I declined, giving a faint smile.

I walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway, to the door. I made sure my wallet was still in my pants pocket, before heading out the blurry glass door. I walked down the road to a sweet thrift shop I saw a few weeks ago.

I entered and slowly started going through the rows of clothes, looking for something appropriate for work. I managed to find a white pair of jeans and a light-yellow shirt that hung on my hips. I kept my white sneakers on and just tied up my hair in the changing room. I had already paid and stuffed my old clothes into a bag I had bought.