(( requested , I throughly enjoyed Part one of this amazing request. I hope you enjoyed it! Part two with more Steve HOPEFULLY will come later tonight c; ))
"(L/N) , I need you on the second floor clearing survivors. Got it?"
"Got it Cap!" You panted into the com, racing towards the stairwell. You took three steps at a time to reduce the amount of time it took you to scale them. You were vaguely aware of the stinging under your shirt. The fires were heating up your necklace , which was currently leaving large cross shaped burns on your chest.
"Ow ow ow..." You whispered , trying to inhale as little smoke as possible . You nearly groaned as you came face to ...metal with the second story door. Huffing you walked back as far as possible for the short landing you stood on. Letting out a mighty war whoop , you ran shoulder first into the door.
"DEAR GOD . OW." You groaned as the door busted open, leaving you to fall to the floor. The floor trembled beneath you, pushing you into overdrive as you covered your nose , and went about clearing the level.
•••••
"I'd just like to say how proud I am of all of you..." Steve began, taking his place at the front of the conference table. His hands were shoved into his pockets, fiddling with something they held.
You thumbed over the cross hanging from your neck, staring out of the window at the starting rain. Thunder clapped in the distance , and with a sigh you turned your attention back to Steve. He was looking at you, clearly he had been for a moment , when Tony cleared his throat.
"Oh, Sorry. Anyhow. We weren't prepared for anything we saw in Nigeria , and I'm immensely proud of how you all responded. Especially our newest recruits (Y/N) , and Peter." He smiled at both you , and the brunette seated next to you.
At the sound of his name, Peter stood and gave a small bow. "Why thank you Captain." He spoke happily before plopping back into his seat.
Everyone chuckled , and you offered a small smile to them. "Thanks Cap." You whispered , your eyes trailing to the floor as you released the cross and dropped your hands to your lap.
He nodded in response and continued to brief all of you for the next mission. You werent listening really, just paying attention to the crushing feeling of being watched. You glanced at Sharon, who was in fact staring at you with a soft smile. She knew you had caught her, but kept your gaze until you looked away. Everyone was now vaguely aware of the pouring rain that slammed at the windows with an alarming intensity.
The rain poured , thunder roared, and the lightning lit up the now night sky as everyone left the conference room. Heading to their separate rooms. Looking up as you shoved your chair back into place, you found yourself alone in the room. Nodding to yourself you exited the room, only to have your elbow gently grabbed by someone. Turning to face your captor, you relaxed.
"Hey Sharon." You whispered , smiling a bit. She smiled back and dropped her arm, releasing your elbow.
"I just wanted to say I'm really proud of you. You saved a bunch of lives today. Good job kid." She spoke , patting you on the shoulder before disappearing down the hall. She left you a smiling mess. You pumped your fist in the air and squealed quietly.
"Yes!" You whisper screamed, trotting to your room. One year you had been here, and you were already one of the best recruits. You had yet to really get to know anyone. You knew as much as their files revealed about them. Yet you didn't know the really important things, why was Tony so quiet? Wanda had a brother....but her file didnt say his name. Who was he? Did Natasha have a favorite color? Vision....was he always so straight forward?
You sighed and shook your head , walking into your room. You shut and locked the door quickly , racing to the window you threw open the drapes. Plopping onto the carpet in front of it. That was a habit of yours. To watch the rain. It was oddly calming , and you often found yourself thinking.
And currently the only thing on your mind was Steve Rogers.
A whole year he had clouded your mind. That odd fuzzy feeling around him , almost too cliché to deal with. He was so kind, and caring towards you. But , you suppose the 'real' feelings for him started a few months ago. After he helped you through a severe panic attack after a mission.
•••••••
"I - I don't think I can do this." You panted, pulling your knees to your chest as the images raced through your mind. Bodies laying everywhere. People you could have saved. You just weren't fast enough. You began to sob violently , sucking in deep breaths when you could. The crushing feeling taking over as you rocked back and forth. Your breath quickened as you unfolded yourself . You stood from your place on the bed, looking around your room frantically.
"I gotta go" you whispered , flinging open drawers , stuffing clothes into bags. You ignored the persistent knocking in your door , before it became to much for your clouded mind to bare.
"GO AWAY." You screeched , crawling back onto the bed. Whatever the knocker replied with was muffled. The knocking stopped , and the door was shoved open. Your back was turned to the intruder , but you could hear them walk towards you.
"(Y/N) , whats wrong?"
You knew that voice. You sat up quickly , wiping your face before looking to Steve. You shook your head and waved him off. Frantically trying to calm your breathing. He stared at you, before walking around the bed to sit beside you. He didn't speak. He just pulled you close to him. Hugging you close as you cleared your mind. Focusing on nothing but his breathing.
••••
He had let you talk to him for close to three hours about it. What you kept seeing. Hearing. Feeling. He insisted on staying with you for at least another two hours. Just to make sure you were okay. He helped you put your room back together. Making quick work of the mess.
You smiled to yourself , jumping slightly as a large amount of thunder clapped in the distance. Looking over at your clock you sighed.
3:02 A.M
Had you spent that long thinking about him?! You could have sworn it was ten o'clock five minutes ago...
Shaking your head , you shimmied out of your jeans before crawling into bed. Quickly falling into a deep sleep.
