"And I think it's gonna be a long, long time..." You sang under your breath in the shower, closing your eyes as you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair, "I'm not the man they think I am at all – oh, no, no, no!" Your voice got a bit louder, but you didn't think anyone was using the showers since you got back late from Tony Stark's party and it was probably nearly two, "I'm a Rocket man! Rocket maaaan!"
You laughed to yourself, shaking your head a bit, and letting the sound of the water raining down on you wash away the song stuck in your head.
"Nice voice."
You heard someone, making you jump with a squeak with wide eyes, and letting shampoo sting them, trying to cover yourself in case they decided to be a weirdo and open your shower curtain, but thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case.
"Thanks? Sorry! Thought I was alone." You called out with a nervous laugh, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment – being naked, wet, and vulnerable wasn't the most comfortable position right now.
"No worries."
You could just make out the accent and your heart stopped when you did, the smile evident in their voice as well.
"Sci – uh..." You trailed off awkwardly, wanting to know if it was her or not, but then the door to the shower room was closing and they were gone, so you muttered to yourself, "Nice one, super smooth – try some bigger words next time, yeah?"
You finished up, toweled off, and then headed back to your room, having chilled out from the interaction by then. Darcy was staying with Sam Wilson who you both met last year at one of Bucky Barnes' poker, video games, and beer nights, so you had the room to yourself, and you were feeling restless.
You changed into some red and black plaid pajama shorts and a random shirt since it was still pretty warm out, being the middle of September, and decided to explore the dorms a little.
You felt creepy, a bit stupid, and this was all embarrassingly pointless, but you had never seen the common rooms all that much since living in this building, so you figured while no one else is around, you could check them out.
But of course, as soon as you turned the corner to the open styled space filled with sofas, small tables in between that had lamps on them, and some odds and ends to make anyone's hang out spot more comfortable, you spotted someone reading a book in the far back corner.
The rest of the lights were out, except for the one she was curled up on the sofa chair next to, flipping a page as her sole focus was on the context, and she clearly hadn't noticed you yet.
Obviously, it's science girl.
Like a moth to a fucking flame you are.
You were frozen – your feet wouldn't move, and your mouth wouldn't open, but you did manage to smile when she itched her nose, her wet hair wrapped up in a towel.
Okay, this is creepy, time to leave.
You spun around and trudged back to your room, your heart thumping in your chest like the time you stole liquid eyeliner when you were twelve from a Target because your mom said you were too young for makeup.
You had felt a sinking feeling in your stomach the rest of that weekend, but by Monday morning, you were in the middle school's bathroom feeling like a baddie when in fact it was seven in the morning and with how terribly you applied it, people probably assumed you cried yourself to sleep with your makeup still on the night before.
You hoped one day soon you felt like that bad bitch again, hunched over the disgusting sink while squinting in the heavily stained mirror, with science girl in your life.
