the broken girl// steve rogers

chapter six

s c a r l e t t

Turns out HYDRA gave me more powers than I thought I had. I can see into people's pasts, move shit with my mind, and just by one look, I can hurt a person. I realized this when I was watching Steve train with Nat.

She was giving flirty comments and it pissed me the fuck off. So, I glared at her, which I shouldn't of done. I ended up breaking her arm in 3 different places.

I was really shaken up at about it.

"Did you know that you could do that?" Tony asked me, rubbing his thumb over my cheek.

"She didn't and you need to stop touching her before I snap your thumb in half," Steve snapped and sat down next to me.

I sighed, "She was flirting with Steve and I guess it snapped something in me. I didn't know I would do that kind of damage to her,"

Steve set his hand on my thigh, looking at me with those stunning blue eyes. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tony roll his eyes.

"Well, she's not mad. She said she's actually really impressed, but since she's out, you're our new team mate," Tony spoke

"Really?"

"Yeah, that's not happening." I turned my head and looked at Steve. He was clenching his jaw as he glared at Tony.

I stood up, "What do you mean by it's not happening?"

"You're not doing Nat's missions. They are way too dangerous," he said.

"I can handle myself, Steve," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You'll get hurt!"

"I'll leave you guys alone," Tony spoke and walked out of Steve's room.

I sighed, "Steve, I'll be okay. I hurt Nat and I need to fix it,"

He shook his head, playing with fingers. His blue eyes searched the floor, as if an answer would magically appear. I kind of wish one would just appear. It might fix this whole mess.

"I'm not gonna lose you, Scar. I just won't,"

"You won't,"

He looked at me, "How do you know that?"

"Because I'm stronger than I look. I can take care of myself. Besides, I can't leave you,"

"But-"

"No. Baby, I'm here to stay. I'm not going anywhere,"

A smile appeared on his face. His arms snaked their way around my waist and I was pulled into his chest. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, squeezing his tightly.

"You're one of a kind. Ya know that?" he asked.

I laughed, "So are you, Rogers. So are you,"

coffee shop (7:34 p.m)

I stood in line for some coffee at this little shop around the corner from the tower. The workers there were nice and friendly. Not to mention that the coffee was so good.