When Natasha goes off to find Bruce, Fury recruits a woman named Adora to replace her on the team. Steve can't seem to stay away from her, and after one conversation, she is stuck in his mind. She has that kind of impression on almost everyone she m...
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Hey guys! Above is what Adora and Steve are dressed in. I hope you enjoy this long chapter, and don't forget to vote! - Gab
Adora’s POV I could see it all.
Everything flashing through his eyes flashes through mine.
And it hurt.
It hurt physically and mentally. I could feel how he was feeling, mentally. But, I could feel pain in my head. Shooting through the edges of my mind with each memory, and it felt like I was being shot with on bullet after the other in the head. I tried to keep a straight face, and brace the incredible pain I was feeling.
Like I said, I tried.
Steve was too caught up to notice as I staggered to the ground, grasping anything and everything to keep myself upright.
Suddenly, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the memories stopped. Steve’s eyes opened, and they showed the exact pain I was feeling. A twinge of guilt flashed through me, and I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him. He rested his chin on my head, his strong arms around my waist.
“Everything heals with time” I murmured, and he held me tighter.
After a couple of silent minutes, Steve pulled away. He gave me a smile, but it didn’t meet his eyes. “Let’s get dressed” he said quietly. I nodded, walking towards the closet in the room. Fury had somehow transported our clothes and belongings into the room already. I pulled out my dress, and Steve’s suit.
“Here” I said, handing him the fine material. He let out an exaggerated sigh.
“Another suit!” he whined, making me laugh.
“Just put it on silly” I teased. I walked towards the bathroom to get changed. I slipped off my clothes gracefully, looking at myself in the mirror for a couple of seconds before pulling the dress on.
It was red, with a sweetheart neckline, and short sleeves. It ending right above my knees, showing off my longs legs. It hugged my curves, flowing out at the waist. Now for my hair.
I ran my fingers threw it, shifting into a different version of myself. I had changed my hair color to a more reddish brown. and It was styled in a elegant up-do, with curls of hair framing my face. My eyes were brown now as well. I had also made my skin paler, and changed my fingerprint. J I knew it would come in handy at some point.
