On My Honour - A Steve RogersxOC Fanfiction

Chapter Eleven

As promised, Haleigh was pleased to be released a few days later in order to heal on her own under Steve's care. They'd chosen to stay in Steve's room as it was slightly bigger and he had a pullout couch for him to sleep on, refusing to let her sleep anywhere but the bed. He carried her everywhere. She insisted to attend meetings and stay up to date with the others. After a few days, they'd created a bit of a schedule allowing the days to go on by.

Two weeks after her return, she was sitting in Bruce's office without a shirt on while he was removing stitches from a few of the smaller gashes. She winced causing Steve to look up from his chair in the corner nervously. She smiled reassuringly as he'd blush and drop his eyes once more.

Bruce chuckled softly, glancing between the two as he snipped the last of the stitches he was removing. "You could have waited outside, Steve."

"Not a chance. She still can't stand on that ankle or with the gash on her opposite leg."

"You know she has to take her pants off so I can look at the other wounds. You gonna help her do that?" He cocked a brow, removing the stitches.

Steve cleared his throat, nodding. "Yes. I promised I'd take care of everything she needs. I'll take care of that, too, if it's the case."

Bruce looked to Haleigh, both off them snickering.

"Guess it's a good thing I match today. That could have been embarrassing." Haleigh teased.

"That's the last of the ones on your torso. Shirt can go on but pants off, Miss Jones. You've got a couple that should be ready today as well."

Steve stood, walking over to her. He handed her the shirt she had take off previously before looking away as she rolled it over her shoulders.

"Alright, Captain." She grinned, watching as he carefully rested his hands on her hips and help her stand. Carefully, she shimmied out of her yoga pants and with Steve's help she sat back down.

Awkwardly, Steve returned to his seat, finding it hard to keep his eyes off her legs. He'd seen them plenty of times helping her around his room. Her tank tops, short shorts, yoga pants. wrapped in towels, wearing his t-shirts. It was beginning to seep into his dreams. The only problem was, he was too nervous to act on anything, especially with her being so injured. It wasn't like he could take her out to the movies and have dinner or anything.

"Steve?" Haleigh's voice filtered through his ears and he looked up.

"Sorry, lost in thought. What is it?" He smiled at her.

"I was asking if tonight you and I could have pizza in bed?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, of course. Whatever you want, doll." He nodded.

"Are you two a couple now? Because I have to advise you as your doctor that sex while she's got the giant gash on the back of her neck and thigh are a bad idea, especially with her ankle still swollen and bruised." Bruce interrupted.

"W-What?" Steve sputtered. "Where did you get that?"

"She said pizza in bed, I just assumed."

Haleigh giggled. "As much as I wish that were the case, Doctor Banner, it isn't. Steve has relinquished his bed to me and we tend to hang out there and watch TV and movies and stuff."

"I see. My apologies. I didn't mean to jump to conclusions."

Steve cleared his throat. "In all honesty, it isn't that surprising of a jump given the circumstances. And, uh, thanks for the advice."

"Any time. It's my job." He nodded, setting his tools down. "Alright Miss Jones. Pants back on but I want to take a look at that ankle before you leave."