Chaos | Steve Rogers

Chapter 14

Malia's Pov:

Sam and Steve may not have laser eyes but that doesn't mean they couldn't burn holes in my neck.

I tried to ignore it and it was surprisingly easy as my mind was still reeling.

Flashback:

"I don't understand." I choked, trying desperately to hold back my tears.

"This can't be real, this is impossible." I mean, only the winchesters ever see their dead relatives.

But my grandmother only smiled. A special smile, one she reserved only for me.

"Don't you know by now? Nothing is impossible."

I tried to regulate my breathing. Last thing I wanted was to start hyperventilating.

"Listen Malia. We don't have much time but you have to listen; we don't have much time." A spark of panic lit in her eyes and I knew something was up.

"Your last act will not be your last. Not by a long shot. You will find peace. Maybe not for long but you will find it." A protective look washed over her features as her shoulders tense like she was trying to force herself to calm down.

"Your parents were wrong about you. You're not going to be the undoing of us all. On the contrary, I think you're gonna be our saviour. Our hope."

Too many questions were running through my head. I felt like I was gonna explode but before I could say anything, my grandmother smiled, the twinkle in her eyes restored.

"It appears our time has run out."

The image distorted and rippled before slowly starting to disappear.

My heart quickened as fear seeped into my heart.

"No- grams please! I just got you back... I don't want to lose you again!"

I could feel the tears starting to fall but I didn't care. My heart was too busy breaking all over again.

I know I may come off as sarcastic and have no care in the world, but the truth is... I'm scared. Terrified even. Being abandoned is the worst feeling in the world and so far, I've been abandoned twice. Once, by my parents-the people who raised me and loved me- and once by my grandmother. The person who took me in and built me all over again only to have me crashing and burning once more.

It's one of the reasons why I won't act on my feeling for Steve. I'm scared that, once he sees just how broken I am, he might not want me. Or worse, he would and the spirit-induced darkness would take over and I would die. Then he'd be the broken one. Steve has lost too many people he cares about. I won't give him another.

My grandmother laughed, a warm chuckle as familiar to me as my own face.

"Is that what you think? Oh no Malia, this is not the end. No, I think this might just be the beginning."

Her face melded in with the background as my vision darkened around the edges.

I was fading. Fast.

And the last thing I heard?

My grandmother's soft voice, floating through my ears.

"Don't worry Malia. I'll see you soon. When you're ready."

And with that vague, ominous note, the world turned black.

AN: sorry for the short chapter. It's kind of a filter