Love Worth Fighting For

Chapter 5

Abby's POV

The arrow hit the middle of the target. I notched another arrow and let it fly. It hit directly to the left of the first arrow. I did the same thing except for this time the arrow hit directly to the right of the first arrow. I stepped away from where I was standing to admire my work. It felt really good to show off.

I took a few steps back and relaxed my stance. I quickly noticed everyone staring at me, even Agent Barton.

"Wow, Abby, you're really good," Bruce said.

"Thanks, archery is something that has just come naturally to me."

"That seems to run in the family," Bruce said. I don't say anything after that comment.

"I think I am going to go make myself a cup of coffee," I said after a long period of uncomfortable silence. I set the bow back where I found it and quickly left the training room. I went up to the kitchen and started looking through the cabinets for the coffee.

"Do you want some help?" A voice startled me.

"Steve," I placed a hand on my heart. "You startled me."

"Sorry, Dr. Barton, I didn't mean to scare you. It just looked like you could use some help finding what you were looking for."

"Please call me Abby, and I could use some help finding the coffee," I said.

"I can help you with that. Are you hungry? I noticed you didn't really eat during dinner. I can make you something," Steve offered.

"Thank you, Steve. I can't cook to save my life, so if you would be willing to make me something to eat, that would be very helpful."

"Does a grilled cheese sound good?"

"A grilled cheese sounds wonderful. Thank you again, Steve. You didn't have to do this."

"It's no problem at all. If you can't cook, what did you eat before this?" Steve asked while getting out a pan and putting it on the stove.

"Um, I ate a lot of frozen things, or I ate at the hospital."

"Well, that changes now. Someone almost always cooks a meal for everyone, or we order pizza or something like that," Steve said.

"That's good because I was getting tired of frozen pizza." I smiled at him.

"Are you really going to miss working in a hospital as much as you say you are?" Steve asks not looking up from my grilled cheese.

"I think so. I really loved my job."

"I don't think I could ever work in a hospital," Steve said.

"It's not for everyone, but I love it. I love the feeling of being able to help someone or save someone's life. It's probably the greatest feeling in the world."

"But what about the people you can't save? Wouldn't that make the job a lot more difficult?" Steve asks.

"It does make it more difficult, but that part comes with the job. No doctor ever wants to tell their patient that there is nothing more they can do, or tell the family that the patient died on the operating table, but it's part of the job."

"I guess it makes sense." Steve placed my grilled cheese down in front of me.

"Thank you. I would point out that it's kinda like what you do, but on a less physical and violent level," I said.

"How so?"

"You get to go out and save people from actual bad guys and monsters, the monsters that I save people from are sicknesses. You are able to save so many people by killing or imprisoning the bad guys, while I perform surgeries or give out life saving medication. There are always going to be situations where you didn't get there in time and someone dies, and that's the same for me," I explain.