Invisible (Avengers/Captain America Fanfic)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five:

It was nice to able to walk around and do what I wanted without having anyone on my case. I leaned against the metal wall of the carrier as a few agents in training jogged past.

I was so confused about everything right now. I had no idea if I wanted to be an agent or not. I know for a fact Shield doesn't tell their agents everything. I also know Shield tried to kill me. I just don't see how I could work for people who kept things in the dark. 

And then of course there are these feelings for certain heroes that I definitely haven't figured out. I mean, Steve was nice. He was funny. A great leader. And yes, he was very handsome. I felt terrible about not telling him the truth about myself, but I knew he'd never look at me the same way again if I did. He probably wouldn't talk to me either. I didn't want to risk it. 

I know I'll have to tell him eventually, but I just wanted to gain his trust first. I was also curious on how he felt about me.

I passed Thor in one of the many corridors. I would've kept going if I hadn't seen him lean into a window and check out his reflection. He gave himself an appraising look and, oh my God, he flexed his muscles. Twice. I had to stifle my laughter by putting my hands over my mouth. He blinked and looked around for the source of the noise. I stayed silent. Shrugging, he headed the opposite direction, through a metal pair of doors.

I turned visible and laughed. Gods will be gods, I suppose.

I shook my head and continued down the hall way. And it was a happy mistake that it was Steve's hallway. And an even happier coincidence that he was heading my direction. He smiled when he saw me and I couldn't stop from smiling back. Not that I wanted to.

"Hey." I said as he reached me.

"Hi." he replied. We stood there for a second.

"I was actually on my way to go find you." he admits to me. I look up.

"Really?" I ask, noting the hope in my voice. I really wish he doesn't notice.

"Yeah, I was wondering if we take a walk or something? I just want to get to know you. I mean, outside of all this." he adds. I grin.

"Okay." I say and we walk. We took turns asking each other questions.

"So what were you doing before this?" I ask him, indicating the Shield logo as we passed it.

"Well, it's only been a short time since they got me out of the ice. It feels like only a few days since the 1942." he admits to me.  I try and imagine what it must be like, living in one time and waking up in another. I couldn't.

"I was pretty much just on Shields radar. I have a place in Brooklynn. I just went to the gym everyday." he says with a shrug. I nod. What else would he do? He had super human strength and an endless amount of sand bags to beat up.

"So what about you?  What did you do before coming aboard?" he questions as we walk up a flight of metal stairs. I shrug. 

"Nothing exciting. I live in Manhattan, I have an apartment to myself. I work in a cafe and I have basically no social life." I say and he laughs. Not meanly, but understanding.

"What do you do in your free time, then?" he asks.

"I draw. Paint, sketch, whatever you want to call it." I say and he looked slightly impressed.

"Are you any good?"

"I like to think so." I reply.

"Maybe I could see your work sometime..." he says. I nod. I'd like that.