Impossible Redemption (Resilience Book 2) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 36

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Steve

I woke early, very early. I bolted upright in the bed, scared out of my mind, the sounds of gunfire still ringing in my ears. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, getting my breathing back, under control.

I had been trying to sleep, I really had. It was hard, having to wake up every four hours, and to wake Sam up every four hours. I looked at the clock, and saw that it was six in the morning, only an hour after the last time I had woken up. I looked to Sam, who was frowning in her sleep, her nose scrunched up. I couldn’t help but smile at her. Leaving her to sleep, I quietly got up, throwing on a shirt, and walked out, making my way to the kitchen.

‘JARVIS? What time is it?’ I whispered to Tony’s butler, who replied swiftly, as always. As much as it confused me, I had to admit, Tony’s AI’s were incredible.

‘Fifteen minutes past five, Captain Rogers.’ he replied softly. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I made a cup of coffee, before sneaking back into the bedroom, to grab my wrist-straps, before sneaking down to the gym, drinking my coffee as I went.

I put the mug down on the bench beside me as I sat down, and began strapping up my wrists. I sighed, and called out to JARVIS.

‘Hey JARVIS?’ I called, and was rewarded with an instant reply, as always.

‘Yes, Captain Rogers?’ he replied, as I secured my straps before getting up.

‘Could you please play that playlist that Sam made for me?’ I asked and JARVIS obliged, as always.

‘Certainly, sir.’ he said, and the sounds of a band called the Ramones began playing through the speakers. At first, I hadn’t liked much of the music from the past thirty years in particular, but, thanks to Sam, it was growing on me. I heard a soft laugh from behind me, after a few minutes of going at the punching bag, and turned around to see a very tired-looking Sam standing in the door, wearing an enormous hoodie which reached halfway to her knees.

‘Oh wow, how I have corrupted you, Captain Rogers.’ she mused, and I raised an eyebrow.

She grinned at pointed at the ceiling, raising her own eyebrow, mirroring me. ‘Blitzkreig Pop’? The Ramones? What happened to that big softie I used to know?’ she asked. I grinned at her as she made her way over to me.

‘I hardly think that I have ever been ‘soft’ in all the time you’ve known me, Sam.’ I told her, and she chuckled, nodding as she walked over.

‘True.’ she noted, before sighing.

‘Sorry for...’ she began, but I interrupted her, knowing what she was about to say.

‘Don’t apologise. I’d prefer to spend a few sleepless nights to get you back on your feet, than to see you hurting.’ I told her, taking her hand, and pulling her close.

She narrowed her eyes, looking around the room, sniffing. She looked so funny, I couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘You made coffee.’ she noted, and I nodded, trying to hide my smirk. Her shoulders slumped, and she pouted, squinting at me. ‘Lucky.’

She walked over to the wall, pulling the sleeves of her enormous jumper over her hands as she sat down on the floor, her back against the wall. I frowned at her, and she sighed.