Saving Steve

Untouched

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    "Shut off that damn beeping." You muttered, straining your eyes open. The light in the room was dim from the curtain drawn over the one window, but it was still enough to make you curse.

    "Glad you're awake." Natasha appeared from behind the door, wearing a new black bodysuit not riddled with bullet holes and blood. "But now I have some questions for you."

    "My name is Y/N, I'm [age], and I've been invisible for ten years."

    "Still doesn't explain why we can see you now. Or why you were at the Hydra base. Or why you took a bullet for Steve." You smiled, but your chest burst in physical pain. You bit the inside of your cheek until you tasted blood. Natasha sat on the side of your bed, no emotion on her features.

    "I turned off the morphine. You'll be in a lot of  pain until I turn it back on." You clenched your fists. Does your power even still work? Can you still heal? You concentrated your energy towards that one spot, the spot where you could feel each vein that had been severed and muscle that had been torn.

    "I don't know---why you can see me. I was at the Hydra base because I was following Steve. And I saved him because that's my job." She tilted her head and turns the morphine on, just a minuscule amount. You breathed a sigh of relief as you felt your powers beginning to work, knitting your flesh back together just as you used to do for Steve.

    "What is your job, exactly?"

    "I find good people in bad places and I help them live. There's not much a girl can do when she's invisible and untouchable forever."

    "How did you find him?"

    "I was in New York during the attack. I saw him save hundreds in a library, and I helped him get through it. I've been healing him mostly."

    "You managed to point my gun." She pointed out. You nodded slowly.

    "I did have lapses. Every once in awhile I could touch, or someone would hear me."

    "Natasha?" You turned your head at that familiar voice. Steve stood in the doorway, dressed in plain clothes with a baseball cap on his blonde head. He looked clean, healthy, handsome.....

    "Just a minute, Steve." She replied, but he walked in anyways and placed a hand on her shoulder.

    "I want to talk to her. Alone." She nodded and left the Star-Spangled blue-eyed man with you. You finished your healing and checked Steve over.

    "You have a cut on your cheek." You said quietly. He put his hand up to it, like a touch of reality.

    "I've been hearing your voice. While I sleep, when I walk, when I fight. I thought you were just my conscious." You swung your legs slowly out of the bed, and he hurried over to grab your arm, to stop you from moving.

    "You're hurt." He said slowly, glancing down at the bandage just barely visible from the hospital gown. "You shouldn't be up." You ignored his protests, placing a hand on his cheek.

    He puts his hand on yours, and you closed your eyes. Never had he ever acknowledged your touch. You felt your power recharge and flow into him, the cut on his cheek reduced to perfectly smooth skin.

    He seemed a bit confused by the gesture, but nevertheless he picked your legs up and placed you back on your bed.

    "I'm not hurt. You didn't need to-" he murmured.

    "Thank you, Steve. For saving me." He tilted his head, and you took the chance to continue. "I never thought that the man I chose to help that day in New York would turn out to be the one to see me."

    "Why were you stuck invisible?" He asked gently, but you merely gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

    "That's a story for another time."