Getting Myself into the Battle of New York ~Avengers~

16; THE RISING TIDE AND RECORDINGS

Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump... (A/N: imagine heart beating)

Who's heart beat is this? Why is it so, calm and relaxing to listen to?

Thump thump, thump thump...

Am I dreaming? Wait, why am I talking to myself in my sleep... Why is it so dark in here?

My eyes quickly flutter open, realizing its, well, morning. Or early morning, I'm not sure. Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump, thump thump... Okay, seriously-- who's heart beat? Is that a star? What the heck are red and white stripes doing-- whoa, STEVE?!

In front of me, lays face to face is an adorable sleeping Steve, snoring softly, and well, peacefully asleep. My head is resting on his chest, rising up and down, but I realized we slightly shifted our position. Wait, why am I-- oh. I frown, realizing he's here because of my, ugh, I hate it. I couldn't just, shrug it off. But he's here, his peaceful face and steady heartbeat is really, relaxing, though.

His arm is around my waist, while I listen to his steady heart beat for a few more minutes, pondering on what did I just do last night. Wow, huh, didn't expect that to go, like that. Carefully releasing from his arms, kinda wishing for it to last a little longer, I feel the need to somehow go somewhere. Plus I am a drenched wreck, so I practically need a shower.

Quietly and carefully lifting myself out of the bed, I took another glance at Steve in his slumber. I couldn't help but smile all because he's so peaceful, and cute at the same time. Ugh, my hairs messy and my face is wrecked, okay I really need a shower. During the whole night, I realized we kept our shoes on the whole night, and oh look, my door isn't locked. Also, it turns out my phone is also on the bed, I pick it up and check the time. 3:46 a.m, May 9, 2012, and its a Sunday. Okay. Why do I wake up all the time early?! Ever since the first call from Abbey since I arrived, I've been waking either at 3:00 a.m. or 2:00 a.m.

Grunting silently, you know, just letting it all out from everything, I approach my unlocked door and peer outside. Beside of my outside door frame, I spot a black cardboard box. What is a box doing-- oh wait, the, um, gloves! But who could've left it there or here? The hallway is silent, and surprisingly dark. I assume most of the agents are asleep, but I bet ten bucks that the science bros haven't slept a blink yet on finding that damn cube.

Picking up the box, I shut and lock the door. Placing the box on my desk where my laptop rests, not really bothering to open or at least take a peek on the gloves. I also then insert the charger cable onto my iPhone, and of course, there was a miss call from Abbey. Don't wanna return the call back for a moment. Making my way towards my closet, I quietly slide the mirror doors and picked out the, actually my outfit of the day. OOTD! (queue squeal-ish girly voice). Settling out the simplest of things, I chose a long-sleeved, black shirt, my 'undergarments', a pair of black jeans, and new socks for the combat boots.

Sliding the pair of mirror doors closed, I then tip toed to the bathroom, obviously locking the door silently to not wake the peaceful and adorable sleeping Steve up. Setting my change of clothes on the side of bathroom sink, I release the hair-do that Natasha has done for me, then grabbed a sheet of makeup remover wipes and wiped off the makeup, and wow, a lot of it was that smudged... And then I undress myself. Brushing my hair with obviously my brush, I then approach the shower doors and enter, turning the shower dial to the warm temperature I desire.

Oh mom. Thoughts about her starts roaming my head as I let the warm water soak onto my body and hair. My forehead leans against the shower door, tears suddenly pour from my eyes like a sudden rainfall. Why does that stupid jet have to crash?! Jeremy should've hired a better pilot! I should've stopped her from coming to that Florence vacation, but stupid Jeremy just has to insist. Ugh, I can't...