Stuck in Avengers!

How Do You Forget Someone?

Cyril:

"What a beautiful morn-OH FUCK MY MASK IS GONE!" I screeched while stretching on the couch bed. Bright sunlight filtered through the shades, additionally blinding me during my realization. I rolled out of the bed in my panic, and took to stumbling over furniture tangled in a bed sheet. At long last, I fell to the floor and was still. Mostly because my feet were too tangled to separate. Steve was on the couch, and stared at me over a mug of tea with an eyebrow raised. 
"The epitome of grace," He labled me, smiling into the mug. 

"Agh!" I struggled with the sheet, turning this way and that, eventually unraveling myself and laying sprawled upon the floor. "So. What's our schedule for today? Does Fury want us to act now or wait a day or two? I asked, staring up at the ceiling in a spread-eagled position. 

"We're going to catch a plane tomorrow. Director Fury said that there is an important base where we'll be congregating to plan for taking down Loki," Steve answered, setting aside his mug. "Now get up. I'm taking you shopping. You have one pair of clothes, and they're stained with blood and mud." he announced, standing and walking to the kitchen to put his dishes away. 

-At a Clothes Store-

"Steeeve, how many clothes do I have to get?" I complained, and struggled with the growing pile of fabric encased within my arms. 

"Enough for you to not have to be running to the laundromat every three days," he replied curtly, and tossed a dress onto the pile. 

"I'm gonna go change," I grumbled. When I was in the changing room, I pulled on pair of loose blue jeans, and was pulling off my shirt when I caught sight of the scars on my stomach. "This one's from when I got Mogi, and these ones are from the warehouse fire," I reminisced, and quickly tugged a different shirt over my head. 

It took around fifteen minutes, but I finally had a new wardrobe. Of course, I helped pay for the monstrous amount of clothing that we had picked out, because that shit is expensive as hell. As we walked across a street, I pulled out my phone and began searching for fabric stores in the area. 

"What are you doing?" Steve asked, and glanced at my phone screen. 

"I'm looking for fabric stores. If I'm going to be helping with this whole Loki business, then I going to need a suit," I explained, and began to walk down into a subway. Steve followed while I figured out which train to take. 

-At the fabric store-

After a few minutes of browsing, I found a spandex-like black fabric. It was leathery, and the outside was textured with an almost scale-like surface. It was stretchy, but not see through, seemed resistant enough to not tear. I tried, and deemed it acceptable. Marching up to the cutting counter, I requested five yards of the material. It's a lot, I know, but you never know if you're going to need more. After paying, Steve and I headed back to his apartment. For now, I'll save you the boring details of the rest of day which just involved a lot of sewing and packing. 

-The Next Day-

I woke up on the floor with my newly sewn suit draped over my stomach. My mouth was dry as hell, and when I sat up I felt dizzy. 
"Blood..sugar...levels...crashing...must...get..breakfast!" I gasped, dragging myself across the floor. Where the devil was Steve? As I stood in the kitchen making cereal, I looked for him. After I ate there was still no sign of him. He wasn't in his room, and I was running out of places to look. Quickly giving up, I rolled my eyes and teleported a small suitcase to the apartment. Gathering up all my clothes, I rolled them up and stuffed them into the tiny space. After that was done, I packed a backpack with books, a phone and earbuds, sketchbook, laptop, and pencils. "All packed!" I exclaimed proudly just as the apartment door slammed open. Steve stood in the doorway, panting.