(( Part two of S I L V E R ))
The pain you awoke to was almost numbing. Groaning you rolled over, you had been sleeping on top of your burns.
"Smooth sailin' (Y/N)." You whispered , crawling out of bed , shuddering as the cold air hit the bare skin of your legs. Trotting to your wardrobe you yanked out a pair of sweats , quickly pulling them on.
"Time to not look like Wade..." The whisper that escaped you made you chuckle as you walked towards the bathroom. Flicking on the light you moved to stand in front of the mirror , examining the full extent of the marks. You pursed your lips and sighed.
"Five crosses burned into my chest. Greeeeaaaaattttt." You rolled your eyes , and reached for the cream Bruce prescribed you for the pain. Scooping some onto your fingers you raised it to your face, gagging at the smell of it.
"Dear God. Bruce why." You huffed , shakily lowering a hand to smear the goop over the burns. Your lungs burned with the sharp inhale you took, as the cold cream met your burning flesh. Using the inside of your cheek as a thing to bite down on , you continued to treat your burns. Careful not to scream.
You finished after around twenty minutes of anger and pain. Walking back towards the bedroom you glanced out the window. The early glow of the morning just breaking through the drapes.
The drapes
You hadnt closed the drapes. Had you?
You glanced at the bed.
"Did I use that blanket last night? What the f..." You trailed off , looking around your room. Your pants you had discarded on the floor last night, were now neatly folded and placed over the back of a chair.
Your brows furrowed , as you quickly stripped out of your pajamas. Rushing to slip into a simple black tank and shorts.
"Who the hell..." You muttered , rubbing your finger tips over the material of your jeans. Shaking your head you walked out of the room. Making a b-line to the kitchen.
Thankfully , when you reached the room no one was there. Just you accompanied by food , and the hum of the fridge as it busily made ice within itself. Biting your bottom lip you reached for a banana , simple and quiet.
You hurriedly finished it. What time was it anyway? Turning your head you looked around the room for a clock. Huffing in anger you looked at the counter. The shiny screen of a phone greeting you.
"Checking the time isnt a crime...right? I wont get shot for this." You hummed , stretcching your arm to retrieve the device. Pressing the home button you quickly read the time '6:12' . Who all would be awake at this time besides you? Tony , but he wouldnt be caught dead without his phone on his person. Nat? No... Steve certainly. He was the one who suggested everyone wake up at four sharp.
"Who do you belong to?" You whispered, clutching the phone tightly, staring at the darkened screen.
"That would be me. It's mine." The deep chuckle that echoed softly through out the room startling you to the close point of dropping the device.
"Morning Steve , sorry about that..." He smiled at your response , gladly taking the phone from your outstretched hand.
"Good morning (Y/N)." He replied , brushing a hand over his sweat covered forehead. Stepping carefully past you he walked towards the fridge. Hurriedly grabbing a water.
"Run?"
"Yep."
"Oh...." Your voice was hushed as you pulled yourself onto the bar stool , watching him for a moment, your hand raising to gently clasp the cross , that rested almost uncomfortably over your burns. Grunting you pulled it over your head , clutching it tightly in your palm.
"Whats the story?" Steve asked , looking at you with a raised brow. He frowned a bit at your clearly confused head tilt.
"The cross (y/n) . I've never seen you step foot in a church, and you take it with you everywhere." He pointed at your burns pursing his lips a bit. "Everywhere."
You hummed in response, nodding a bit. "Someone I thought highly of gave it to me a long time ago....I guess I have just kinda kept it around since." Your gaze drifted to the object you held so closely now. A small smile tugged at your lips at the memory. You looked back up at the sound of shuffling foot steps.
Steve stood behind you now, his back pressed firmly to your shoulder as he leaned over you to look at it.
"Well, it looks good on you." He muttered, pulling away from your furiously blushing figure. You sucked in a few deep breaths smiling lightly at him.
"Thanks Steve."
"No problem." He smiled , turning to walk down the hall, he stopped abruptly glancing back at you.
"You uh....you should really keep your drapes closed at night." He whispered , rolling his shoulder.
You gasped , standing from your spot quickly. "IT WAS YOU?!" You whispered screeched, still clearly aware people were sleeping. "Okay one, dont do that its oddly terrifying and weird. Two, thanks for folding my clothes."
He bit his lip and nodded , turning to face you fully. "Bruce told me you were burned pretty badly, and when I went to check on you I cleaned up. I'll make sure not to do it again." His voice was hushed , his smile faded.
"It's fine, really Steve. Thank you for checking on me. It was out of kindness, I see that now." He snorted at this placing his hands on his hips.
"Please tell me you didnt think I was creeping on you (Y/N)." He groaned jokingly , raising a hand to drag it over his face.
"Well I dont know Captain, were you?" You challenged playfully. At this his lips twitched and turned into a small smirk.
"I guess you'll never know (l/n) ." His voice was in a joking tone clearly. Winking at you he disappeared down the hallway , once more you were left in a flustered mess.
•••••
"NO (Y/N) I SAID GO FROM AN UPPERCUT TO A LEFT KICK. PLEASE GET THIS DOWN." Clint groaned , rubbing his temples while mumbling to himself.
Your hands dropped to your sides and you huffed. "Im trying here Barton..." You whispered , staring at the dark gray mats of the training room. He shook his head and turned to you, placing his hands on his hips.
"No you arent. You arent focused kid. Whats up?" His voice calmed as he stepped towards you, bending down a bit to reach your height.
"Clint. Im fine." Your voice was hushed as you looked up, ignoring his curious gaze.
"I wanna go again. One more time." You nodded , taking your stance in front of him.
Cautiously he stepped back, taking his stance as well. "Lets go then, Junior." He smirked, clearly surprised when you nailed the combo, taking him to the mat within seconds. Your legs pinking his arms to the ground as you sat on his chest.
"Damnit." He groaned, laying his head back on the mat. You chuckled and swung a leg over, standing quickly.
"Good job (Y/N). But you should really work on the position of our feet. Any non bird brained enemy could have just knocked you flat."
You whipped your head o the side at his voice. Offering Steve a shy smile , and wave. Nodding, you chuckled at Clint's whispered responses
"You'll have to teach me Cap." He smiled at your reply, nodding slightly.
"I'm free tomorrow if you are."
"I'll see you then Steve."
