Everything has changed () Steve Rogers X OC ✓

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I have been stuck in bed for four days now. The wound was even that big! Yet here I am, forced to stay in bed and 'take it easy'. And if I'm bad at one thing, it's taking things easy. If I do something I'm gonna put 100 percent in it. Not 50, not 30, not 70. 100.

The only positive thing about this is that I've been able to avoid Fury. The mission didn't fail, but Fury doesn't like it when the leaders get injured. I'm supposed to be able to lead my team to success, and not get hurt in the process. And I failed in that.

The others aren't hurt, which is good. But I got stabbed and had to get stitches... So yeah. Mission failed in Fury's eyes.

I've been avoiding Sam, Bucky, Steve and Natasha because of that. They'll probably get shit because I got reckless. And if one thing is scary, it's a mad Nick Fury.

And because of that I have been avoiding all the Avengers. Wanda and Thor have tried to get into my room but I told them that I wanted to be alone, and luckily they didn't push.

But now I'm done with sitting in my room doing absolutely nothing useful. I haven't trained or filled out forms or written mission reports. I feel fucking useless, and I hate that. I can't have it!

So I have a plan. I'm gonna try to sneak out of my room when I know that everyone is busy. Most Avengers are on a big mission accept maybe three. No one has seen me for the past four days, and I know that I'm supposed to be out and about yet for at least three days, so people will walk up to me and talk to me.

I can't take that.

I put on a t-shirt that might be three sizes to big and some comfy shorts, as working out in my pajamas is not that efficient. I put my hair into two braids before making sure that it was time, and it was.

So I quickly sneaked out of my apartment and made my way towards the stairs. This would be the hard part, as my wound is right above my hip. I took my first step, which was already a trouble. The stitches made it even worse, but I took another step, and another one, and another one.

I wanted to take another step but I was stopped. An arm wrapped around me and lifted me into the air. I turned my head to see who it was as the person walked down the stairs. It was Steve.

Once we were at the bottom of the stairs he put me down.

"What the fuck are you doing Rogers?!" I ask.

He looks down and places his hands on his hips before answering. "Watch your language."

"Answer my question."

"You shouldn't be taking the stairs yet, or sneaking around in general."

"So what? I'm done with being in my room the entire time."

"I understand that." He paused for a second. "Walking down the stairs isn't gonna help your recovery though, why don't you use elevators instead?"

I sigh. "The elevator would take too long to get here, and I needed to be quick to avoid the situation I'm in right now."

"Well I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not gonna let you go down these stairs. It will only set you back in your recovery."

I roll my eyes. "Okay? And? I'm still gonna go to the gym."

"Then I will carry you down the stairs."

He lifted me up bridal style and started walking down. I tried protesting, but he wouldn't budge. I tried everything but he's stronger than me.

We arrived at the gym and it was a relief when he finally put me down. "Thank you." I say before turning around and walking towards a yoga mat to warm up.