Mine

Chapter One

Read first: If you dont have nothing good to say, dont say it at all! Jesus christ! I understand im a bad writer, but you all don't need to remind me of it. So please don't write anything about my book and how poorly written it is. Ill just stop writing then.

My fingers ran through steves hair as the sun started to peek through the blue curtains. Tony insisted on having Steves room a american theme. So the typical red, white, and blue. I didn't mind though, all I need is Steve and I can live my life happily. His face twitched when I traced my finger down his cheek. He opened his eyes, his bright blue orbs looking over at me. We both smile at each other, already feeling like it is going to be a good day.

"I hate to um break this up, but Tony needs you man." Clint says, his big body was leaning on the door frame. The both of us sit up in freight. I didn't even hear the door open at all, and I have been awake for the past twenty minutes.

Steve puts up a thumbs up, "got it."

Clint shuts the door before Steve slowly gets out of bed. I get up also, helping Steve make the bed. Once the blanket was straight he grabs a set of clothes and head towards the bathroom. He smiles at me before the door shuts, cutting us from each other.

I head down the hall towards my room, my door was as always locked. Natasha and I keep our bedroom doors locked so no curious men can sneak in. It was my idea because once Thor tried to wake me up with a bowl of cold water. Lets just say I didn't get the pranking that day.

I am nothing special if you wanted to know. I am actually the chef of this tower, under Tony's command. They were seeking for anyone that could cook, said something about how they couldn't survive off of Natashas burnt 'anything'. I totally understand because Natasha burnt corn, like how do you even do that? I am really good with a knife, for food of course. I have never even thought of hurting someone, let alone killing them. I hate violence, yet here I am living at the Avengers tower.

I change into black skinny jeans and a white button down, the usual attire. I don't ever want to wear my good city clothes, only because I don't want them dirty with bits of food. So half of my closet is black jeans and white button downs. I add my own touch to the shoes, the old skool black vans. Personally my favorite part of my outfits.

Once I put my hair up in a (ponytail / bun / braid) I left my room. Of course I locked my door. With small strides I make it to the dining room, finding the whole team sitting at the table. They were all busy with paperwork, empty bowls of cereal were sitting at a corner of the table. Steve was at the end of one table, marking down a few notes Tony said to him.

I just smiled at the team before I pick up their bowls. I walk to the kitchen that was attached to the dining room. I place the bowls in the dishwasher, instantly turning it on. With Steve busy I had nothing really to do. So I pulled out some flour, sugar, and the other necessities to make chocolate chip cookies. The team with definitely enjoy these when they are working.

My hands were kneading some dough when Natasha came into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and started filling it with water.

"Jarvis found a lead on finding the winter soldier," the female says, leaning against the fridge.

The winter soldier has been on the radar of the Avengers recently. This masked man has been killing some important people of S.H.I.E.L.D. Like an agent who follows up on the security cameras of the city. Luckily the agent was able to shut everything down before the soldier could get his grubby hands on anything.

"So we are going to send a few people out to go check it out." Natasha continues.

"When are they planning on going, and who?" I ask.

"Well Steve, Clint, Myself, and Tony. Bruce is going to be our last resort if anything gets messy."

I silently nod, slowly forming the dough into little balls. Getting used to Steve leaving for dangerous tasks still scare me, but he has my full support. I gave him my oath that I will be by his side when he needs me the most.

"The jet is leaving tonight, so you have Steve till then."

Natasha grins at me as she walks away. I roll my eyes even though she already left the kitchen. Steve and I will never do anything that he doesn't feel comfortable with doing. Yet we have been seeing each other for the past year and he hasn't even kissed me. I have tried endless times, but he just waved me off. Yes it sucks, but I will wait patiently.

-Time Skip-

The boys and Natasha were stopped at the dining room with their bags in their hands. They stopped because of the platter of cookies at the table. Tony has his mouth stuffed with them while Clint was trying to pack cookies into the pockets of his jacket. Natasha was saying her goodbye to Bruce and Steve had his arms wrapped around me. His head was on my shoulder, I could hear his steady breathing.

"I will call you later tonight, okay?" he says.

"Yes of course." I smile.

Once the plate was clean Tony noticed that they should probably leave. I wave to them once the door shut on the jet. Through the little window on the jet I see Natasha wave back. Bruce and Thor let out a sigh once the jet was gone.

"I hope this lead was the right one." Bruce says.

"Right one?" I ask.

"There were seven leads to choose from, and I chose the one that might not have a HYDRA base. We don't need them running into Hydra agents."

"Well I would rather have them be safe and not find anything then die from hydra agents."

Thor nodded at my comment. I pat his back when I pass him to go to my room. Bruce and Thor didn't want me to make a big meal, only because they wanted to order pizza. I allowed them. I myself wasn't hungry, so I might just curl up in bed. Steves bed if I am being honest. It smells like him and it's bigger than mine.

I attempted to call Steve, like I said I would. But, I got sent to his voicemail. I didn't attempt to call again, just in case something is going on right now. I set my phone down on the TV stand.

I change into a pair of my pajama shirts and white oversized 'S.H.I.E.L.D' shirt. I curled into Steves bed as I attempt to fall asleep. My brain blocking all the bad thoughts about this mission Steve is on. With one final breath I slip into a dreamless sleep.

-2:31 am-

My eyes shoot open when a hand clamps over my mouth. The feeling of leather was all I could feel against my mouth. I tried to squirm, but a huge force jumped up on me. Once my eyes adjusted to the lighting I see a figure of a male straddling me. He uses his other arm to trace his finger down the side of my face, I could feel a cold sensation once his fingers hit my skin. I could feel goosebumps forming on my arms.

I couldn't move. It was either from fear or from not knowing what's going to happen if I do move. Also because I was getting sat on. The male was heavier than me, so I couldn't possibly kick him off. My mouth was still covered, so I couldn't yell for help. I am helpless here. Once I calmed down a bit, the male loosened his grip on me. He moves down closer to me, his mouth going to me ear.

I feel the hotness of his breath as he says one simple word, "мой."