Viper : Enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 47: The Horsemen

Chapter 47: The Horsemen
*Jade's POV*

    Motherfucking fuck... 
    Why the hell is there a cinder block on my face? And who the damn put the fucking sun in my room?    
   
     I creak open my eyes, the ray of sunshine on my face causing me to immediately groan and roll over. I hear another groan, huskier and definitely not one of mine, that causes me to jolt straight up. Okay, I know I was drunk yesterday, but I really don't remember sleeping with somebody. I throw the sheets off my bed and turn back around. Nothing.
   
    "Good to see you're up." I jump at the voice and look straight ahead to see Steve on the couch in my room, his hair tousled as he rubs his eye and yawns.
   
    "Jarvis, turn the sun down." I say before addressing Steve. It immediately grows dimmer and I relax my eyes, releasing a yawn of my own. "What are you doing in here?" I ask towards the end of yawning.
   
    "I brought you to your room last night and I wanted to make sure you were okay." Steve explains standing up. "How do you feel?" He asks walking over to me as I get out of bed.
   
    "Like you just sucker punched me with your shield." I grumble.
He chuckles and says, "I'm sure Tony has just the remedy for that."

    "Yeah hold on just a sec." I walk past him to the bathroom.

    "Are you okay?" He asks behind me.

     "Yes, I'm not going to puke, just need to get this taste out of my mouth." I respond. I've never really been sick with a hangover, but damn this headache... I quickly brush my teeth and hair, before carelessly taking out my contacts and letting them wash down the drain. I scrummage through my stuff before remembering my glasses are in the side table drawer. I pad back out of the bathroom to see Steve sitting on my bed, like he was when he came in after my shower. I dismiss the thought from my head as I walk up to him. Without saying anything, I simply grab his left knee, pulling his legs out of the way, so I can open the drawer. I do so and grab my glasses, nudging the drawer closed with my thigh. "Come on, I need some coffee." I say gesturing Steve to stand. When he continues to stare at me, I push his shoulder and grab his hand to pull him up. "Come on bozo, I'm the hungover one remember?"

    He looks down at our hands and finally stands. "Right, um... sorry, you just, um, your glasses, you look um... I like your glasses." I look up at him confused.

    "Are you okay?" I ask standing on my toes to feel his forehead and cheeks.

    Before I can attest anything, he grabs my hands saying, "I'm fine. Let's get you that coffee."

    "Okay." I say. "Wait, one more thing." I stand on my toes again and run my fingers through his hair, fixing it. "I'm sure you don't want any jokes just as much as I don't. Just the thought of Tony's already making this bloody headache worse." I mumble focusing on his hair.

    "Umm..." He clears his throat. "Right. Thank you." I lean back down after his hair is satisfactory and push my glasses up while turning. I glance at the wall clock while walking out the door.

    6:42. What?! Why am I awake before 7 am? Especially hungover! I groan in annoyance as we enter the kitchen.

    "What?" Steve asks.

    "It's not even 7 and I'm awake." He chuckles at me, leaning against the counter.

     "Well you slept for 13 hours."

     "What? When did I fall asleep?" I ask grabbing a mug.

     "Around 5:30." He answers. I make a face at how embarrassing that is as I turn to the coffee maker. "Do you not remember?" He asks coming up next to me. I pour the coffee, thinking back to last night.