Orphan S.H.I.E.L.D agent

Part 4

After Phil left, it was suggested by a nurse that I should stay until tomorrow morning, so I did. It was only about 4, so Clara had to work still. So she promised she would bring frappuccinos every other minute, my laptop, and phone. It was eventually 3 am, when the nurse came up to me. "Would you like to go to your dorm Ms. Merigold?" I sighed and closed my laptop.
"Yea..." She smiled and helped me get into my wheelchair. She brought me to my dorm. I knocked and Clara was already there like I expected. She hates those dorms that everyone else stays in. I went inside, and got ready for bed. I laid down in bed and felt the casts scrape together. Clara and I talked for about an hour until we both finally fell asleep.

3 Weeks later.

So around this time I was getting pretty used to my casts and wheelchair. And I also noticed, that when you have a wheelchair or crutch or something, you're noticed by a lot more people that didn't even know you we're alive before. Everyone was trying to take every opportunity to act like a good person by opening the door for me, even though Clara was pretty much always next to me. Clara and I we're having a pretty normal day, when someone came up to us and asked Clara to grab her something.
"I'll be right back Ava." She walked the opposite direction towards the printer. I sat there for a few moments, and then got bored, So I decided to be independent and wheel myself somewhere. And thank goodness she didn't put the brakes on cause that's like trying to move a parked car. I started going down the hallway, looking for something to do, and that's when I looked through a big rectangular window and saw a beautiful Auburn grand piano. I was slightly startled wondering why this huge piano was just sitting in there. I looked to my left and saw a door, I pushed myself over and opened the door, which luckily was unlocked, and I rolled in. The piano was just sitting there in the middle of the room. There were a couple of chairs folded and stacked, so I assumed this was a performance room of some kind. I went to the front of the piano and stared at the glistening white and black keys. I raised my hands over the keys and stopped. My fingertips hovered over the piano. I stared at it. I haven't played the piano since I was 11... The last time I played the piano was at my parents funeral. They asked me to play, I didn't want to, but I did anyway. Carefully, I laid my fingers on the keys, and played my favorite song. Bluestone Alley by Congfei Wei. I love that song. That's the only song I remember my parents teaching me. I became nostalgic being at that piano, so I played another song, then another, and then another. I loved it. Eventually, my fingers started to cramp up, so I thought about going back to find Clara. I turned my head towards the window, slightly expecting to see Clara. It wasn't Clara, but I did have an audience. I saw a tall doritoish figure with blonde hair, holding a coffee cup, staring at me through the window. It was Captain America. Startled by his sudden appearance, I yelped and fell backwards, forgetting that my legs didn't work and that I was in a wheelchair. My wheelchair fell back flat with me still in it. I saw Steve panic and swing the door open to come help me up. He sat his coffee cup on the piano and grabbed the handles on my wheelchair, attempting to help me. He put his hand on my shoulder so I wouldn't fall out, but I had a death grip on the handles, so I didn't worry about that. Once I was sitting up, he looked at me with his eyes that we're panicked and worried.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
I stuttered, "Y-yes...".. Still startled by his sudden appearance. I shook my head. "Sorry. I've haven't played in front of an audience since I was like. . . 11". He smiled.
"Sorry for startling you. I've just haven't heard that song for awhile. Three Little Words." I remembered that was one of the songs I played. I taught myself that one when I was 10. I was confused since that was a song during the 1930s, than I remembered that he's almost 100 years old. He sighed and nodded to me, "Thanks for playing that." I smiled as he walked to the door, he stopped and flipped back to my wheelchair and pushed me out of the piano room. As he was wheeling me down the hallway, I saw Clara frantically searching the hallways. She turned down towards me and saw me.
"Ava!" She called out, without noticing the person pushing me. "I've been looking for you Everywhere...!" She suddenly looked up from me and saw Steve. He waved. She smiled slightly and waved. He patted my shoulder and walked off. She watched him as he left, she whipped towards me and smiled. "What the heck?" she asked, still smiling. I smiled back.
"I know right?!" I said shaking my hands excitedly. She turned back around and laughed with her mouth opened. She held her hands up.
"How?" She asked.
"I don't know! I just saw this piano in this room and so I went in and started playing and I didn't know how long it'd been so I thought that I should leave so I looked out the window in the room and saw him staring at me! It was so weird! And then he told me that he hadn't heard music like that in a long time. So I guess he enjoyed it?" I said.
"Whoa... So he was just staring at you?" She asked. I nodded and smiled. "Huh... We should get back to the dorm." She said, not really thinking about her words. She slowly walked up to me, still staring towards we're he left.