the broken girl// steve rogers

chapter twelve

s c a r l e t t

I guess I shouldn't be too upset about Erik dying, but I am upset. He may have hurt me in a lot of ways, but he did love me, in his own dark and twisted ways. He was my first love. Not a very good one, but still.

I set his necklace on the dresser, looking into the mirror that sat above. My eye had a deep purple and yellow bruise around it. It was a little swollen, making my heart ache at the memory of me getting the black eye.

"Baby?"

I turned around to see Steve standing there, shirtless with sweats on. He looked so beautiful in the morning light.

I smiled, "How was your run?"

"It was good. You should've come," he said.

"I just wasn't in the mood," I said, walking into the bathroom.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I answered.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching me put concealer on. I could hear him sigh as I blended it out with my sponge.

He walked over to me, "You don't need any of that stuff," he spoke.

"Have you seen my eye? It looks horrible!"

"Yes, but you're still beautiful,"

"You're sweet." I grinned and gave him a quick kiss before putting on some eyeliner.

"Why are you getting all dolled up?" he asked, looking at my highlighter pallet.

I giggled, "Tony is having a party tonight,"

"Why?"

"Couldn't tell ya, but it's gonna be fun,"

"What time?" Steve turned on the shower and stripped.

I bit my lip, "It starts at 7,"

"Don't look at me like that, unless you want your hair and makeup to get ruined," he said, smirking at me.

"Fine, but just wait till you see my dress,"

6:56 p.m.

Hayley zipped up my sparkly dress and gave my butt a light smack, smirking at me.

"Steve is gonna lose his mind!" she said.

"Girl, so is Bucky!" I exclaimed, pointing at her tight red dress.

She smirked even bigger, "I am hot, aren't I?"

We laughed and put on our heels. I grabbed my phone, purse, and lip gloss, pulling Hayley out of my room. The party was only about 5 minutes away, so we decided to walk.

The party was booming as we walked into the hotel. There were so many people there. Mainly women, but it was Tony's party after all. My eyes wandered the crowd until they landed on my mans. Steve Rogers. He was wearing a white shirt, a leather jacket, black jeans, and boots. He looked so damn good.