uncovered ➢ aou: captain america {completed}

chapter 2

My thoughts were clouds of questions, wondering who I was and why Brock was so cruel to me. Is he related to me losing my memory? What about him saying that I was a change from regular humanity? I mean I seem pretty normal from the looks of it..

What if I'm not?

In my flashbacks it had glimpses of me affecting the Earth around me whenever something major would happen or if I felt something intensely. This is all so confusing and I have no idea as to what I'm going to do next-

"You okay there Jess? You've had your fork in the same spot for like 3 minutes now." Stark said while eyeing my almost finished plate of roasted chicken and rice. I just shook my head from my previous thoughts, looking up to see him raising an eyebrow at me. Tony is actually quite a good cook, the only thing stopping me from inhaling this whole plate is my overbearing thoughts about everything.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just don't know what to do." I quickly spurt as I made my way out of my seat and into the kitchen to dispose of my dishes. In this huge room I feel quite small, its very overwhelming being in the presence of such a rich public figure like this, being in his home and having conversations that I've never had with anybody before. I decide to excuse myself and head to the bathroom, I haven't seen myself in the mirror since, I guess, before the incident.

After walking down a very long and confusing hallway I finally found my way to bathroom. Everything in Stark's Tower is very modern and sleek, of course that's kind of his style.

When I made to the bathroom I stared at the figure before me, trying to unhinge myself piece by piece, asking myself the question: Who is Jess Risers?

Surveying myself face to face with my coffee eyes, I could see my porcelain skin shining under the vibrant light, and my dark medium-length hair whistfully laying across my shoulders, almost reaching my breasts. Looking down at myself I saw myself covered in a white shirt and faded skinny jeans, paired up with some combat boots.

Since I don't remember any major experiences or interaction, it's hard to realize my morals and my personality. Am I messy or a neat freak? Am I realist or a dreamer? Am I rude or do I have etiquette? Am I the type of person that would sacrifice myself for others, or stay out of it and be selfish? Your life experiences mold you as a person and make you see who you are and who you want to be, if I don't know that then how will I ever figure my way through life? How am I supposed to know what I want to achieve if I don't even remember wanting and working for it?

"Hey are you okay?" I can hear a concerned Steve at the bathroom door. His words break me out of my deep thoughts, causing me to come back to reality. I don't know how long I've been in here but I guess that's my cue to exit.

"Yeah I'll be out in a sec." I say as I turn off the lights and start to head out of the huge bathroom sized for a king.

When I open the door I see Steve leaning on the side of the doorway, looking at me with a worried face and foggy eyes. Man I wish I knew what he was thinking, and why he wants to figure me out so badly. I mean don't get me wrong, I want to know what happened as well, but I'm just confused as to why he is concerned for me.

We stand there still as stone staring into each other's eyes, not saying a word but yet speaking eternally in our own messages, those with gratitude and admiration.

Steve's eyes are usually so blue and full of light, but right now they're cloudy and distant. I could feel something ignite in me that is indescribable, a simple feeling yet so complex I can't quite put a finger on it.

This moment was something deeper than anything I've experienced since I've been here, and like everything else I have no clue what it means. Feeling so intensely is a very welcome change to everything else I've been faced with recently. Thinking about him makes my eyes light up because he's a wonderful change to this darkness I've been approached with.