(ON HOLD) Captain America x Reader x Chris Evens

Chapter 4

*Just to clear this up its you who's telling Steve your back story from the last chapter if it's unclear*
"Pretty much from the time I was born to the time I was about six or seven my mom and dad were constantly fighting. He-he would hit her and me as well if he thought we were out of line or did something he disliked. Mom she- she tried to get away from him and to get me away but he was a powerful man and wouldn't let it happen. There would be times when we'd get away for a short time but he'd always find us no matter how far or where we ran. He'd lock us in a room together without food and only enough water to keep us alive for a few days. After he thought we had learned our lessons things would get better for a time ,but they'd never last mom and dad would argue and he'd beat us and we would run and he'd punish us and then the cycle would begins again for years on end. Things got worse and worse until one day after I got home from school and mom was just gone. At first I thought he had killed her but she had left , ran away without me. Dad blamed me. He said they never fought before I was born and things got worse for me. I stayed with him until I was around twelve. I had stayed only because I had no plan or resources to survive on my own. I did my best at school and did any extracurricular activities I could to keep me out of our house. He stopped noticing when I was there and when I wasn't. I didn't exist to him any more and that was the greatest favor he ever did for me. Even though, I was halfway to the next city before I was able to calm down from the fear he would send his men after me. I didn't have many supplies just a change of clothes, a few of my favorite belongings, and a few hundred bucks I had stole and found. The money wasn't even enough for a week in a crappy hotel ,not that I could get one because I was twelve year old runaway. I ended up on the street with nothing but my worn out old backpack with my supplies and the clothes on my back. Those first few weeks were hard ,but thanks to dad locking me up all those times I was used to not having food, water and a comfortable place to sleep. Still that didn't stop me from being afraid ,so every night I would barely sleep scared someone would take me back to my dad, mug, kill, rape me, or take what little I had. Eventually I did find someone who could take care of me. Her name was Sasha. She was a prostitute but she was nice and treated me well enough. She let me stay with her when it would rain and eventually introduced me to her co-workers/friends. That's how I met my mom again. She was working three streets down from Sasha and at first I was happy for the first time since she had left. At first it was just like before she just had a different job I didn't understand. Whenever she was with her "clients" she would send me to one of the neighbouring apartments. Things were good for a while she made me go to school under a fake name but I had to give up my extra lessons because mom couldn't afford them. Then about a year and a half later the drugs started. At first it wasn't bad just every now and then, but it got progressively worse until she was high more often than not. I hated it because it made her just like dad but worse. Dad was never loving or caring towards me but mom had been there for me my whole life and having her turn into a cruel monster like him hurt me in ways dad never could. She would lock me in the walk in closet any time her "clients" came by and forget me for days and when she finally realized I was missing she would find and punish me for hiding. I had to start wearing makeup to school to hide the bruises she would give me and soon she stopped letting me go. She got involved with this sleazy drug dealer named Frank who owned a strip club mom started working at. I didn't like the way he looked at me like a predator stalking his prey. I tried my best to avoid him ,but one night he managed to corner me and I knew what he was going to do I had seen it happen to other girls when I was on the streets. I was so terrified I could barely scream for help. No one heard me or if they did they didn't care. He dragged me to the alley behind his club and I remember closing my eyes unable to look as this man took the last thing I had. That's when I heard it a grunt followed by the sound of a body hitting the pavement. I opened my eyes to see Frank lying facedown with his head covered in blood. I couldn't take my eyes off him as I slid down the wall sure whoever had attacked him was about to do the same to me. Then I saw him a boy ,only a few years older than me, holding a brick dripping with blood. He slowly put the brick down and approached me like you would a wounded animal. He told me his name was Hayden and he had seen Frank drag me out of the club and came to help me and that I was safe with him. I asked him why he cared enough to help and he said because he knew just by looking at me that I had had a hard life and that I didn't need it getting any worse. We stayed there for around an hour asking questions about each other and I found out he was a messenger for the local gang the Gods and he lived a few blocks from here in an abandoned house ever since his parents had died when he was seven. I knew that soon someone would come looking for Frank and if we were near his body when it was found we would be blamed so when he asked me to go away with him I accepted. I had nothing and no one else to turn to. A week later I was a part of the Gods and they started training the two of us to fight. I turned out to have a gift for strategy and Hayden quickly became one of the most skilled fighters in the entire gang. I earned the nickname Athena and Hayden became Ares and we became unstoppable the perfect fighting team. It didn't take long after the gang started sending us on assignments that we got arrested. We got out easy though because of how young we were and plus they couldn't exactly prove anything. By the time I was eighteen I had a record so long it would take hours to count all ranging from petty theft to murder. Not that they were able to prove anything I was always careful. We thought we were invincible which was our biggest mistake ever. Our headquarters ,Olympus, was attacked by the Titans. Hayden and I we - we thought we could take care of ourselves but the Titans were prepared for us and we're able to capture us. They separated us ,taking me to the front of the building and Hayden to the back, giving us no chance to come up with a plan of escape. That was our fatal flaw we depended on each other to much. When I got to the front about to be put into there van there was an explosion. It knocked me forward into the bumper of the van knocking me out. Later when I woke up I found out the explosion had been set off by Hayden to give the rest of us a chance to win because most of the Titans had been in the area around him. He - he didn't make it *you start crying*. Afterwards when the police came they arrested all of the Gods and Titans left alive. When I was in the interrogation room a man called Agent Coulson came and offered me a job. You can guess what it was I became an Agent after some training. At first I worked solo but then I was forced to have a partner. His name was Chris Evans and at first I hated him. He was to much like Hayden but at the same time he wasn't Hayden and never would be. It was months before I was able to be in the same room as him without the pain along with hate and disgust surfacing. Slowly he chipped away at the walls I had built up and brought back some of the joy that was once in my life. He essentially forced me to be his friend because he wouldn't take no for an answer and that friendship grew into something more. It was something I had been afraid to pursue with Hayden for fear of rejection ,but I wasn't about to make that same mistake twice. We've been together nearly a year now. But even he didn't understand when I told him no one ever has which is why I don't tell anyone anymore. I understand if you're ashamed of me or don't want to see me again." you could still feel the tears coming down. It happened any time you thought of Hayden and took forever to stop. Steve had yet to say a word. You knew what was coming next the meaningless words of comfort and looks of pity, but instead he did something unexpected. He pulled you against his chest into a gentle embrace saying nothing. No pity. No disdain. Nothing but a simple hug.
"There is nothing for you to be ashamed of [y/n] and no reason for me to be ashamed either. It's what made you who you are and its what makes you stronger than most people," he whispers this in your ear pulling you closer. That's it. That's all it took. Something no one had ever said to you. It broke something inside of you and everything that you had bottled up for all those years came out. The two of you sat together like that while you sobbed into his shirt something you'd never done before.
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A/n- Hey! It's your friendly neighborhood Author here! Wow really long chapter I know and also not that great I know. Half of this got deleted because my wifi disconnected before it saved last night. So yeah enough excuses for my terribleness. If you have any suggestions I'm totally open to them for future chapters and writing tips! Have a nice day you beautiful chipmunks you!!