Eerika||Avengers

Chapter 27

Hello! I've been asked multiple times(and by multiple I mean twice) about who plays Eerika. Her name is Doutzen Kroes. Here are some gifs of her :)

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Eerika

It's safe to say I enjoyed this kiss a lot more than the one I had with Fandrall. While Fandrall is such a ladies man, Steve is a bit more awkward around girls. I have a feeling what I'm about to do is going to make him even more awkward around women, but I never lose a fight.

So I punch him right in the guts, hard enough for it to hurt.

As soon as my first made contact with his skin his immediate reaction was to bite my lip—on accident of course. As he stumbles back I push him down. I then pin him down and aim a punch to his face but stop before I hit him.
"I win!" I state proudly.
"Why the heck would you do that?" Steve asks angrily. He stares at me with cold eyes and pushes me off of him.
"To see if you'd lose your focus."  I say as I sit up.
"Well of course I'd lose my focus when a pretty girl kisses me. Everyone would for God's sake." Steve lays on his back and clutches his abdomen in pain. I immediately start to feel guilty.

I lay next to him and turn to him.
"Hey, I'm really sorry. That was—sort of out of line. Even for me." I place my hand on top of his, the one that is on his abdomen.
"My sense of humor is really bad if you couldn't tell." Steve chuckles and smiles at me.
"It's okay. If I was in a fight with someone gullible, I'd do the same. But now I'm never falling for the again." Steve states.

Without hesitation I lean into him and kiss him once again, this time it is a quicker kiss. An apology, almost.
"Glad I helped somehow." I joked.

Steve moved towards me and said in a deeper voice.
"I wouldn't mind if you helped some more."

Wow that's cheesy.

Steve positioned himself so that his body is over me. He looks down at me for several seconds before connecting his lips with mine.

The kiss starts off slow, and continues the same way. It's obvious Steve hasn't of us I use my hand to tilt his head to the side and use my lips to guide his. If he needs air he can just breathe through his nose.

While my one hand is cupping his cheek, I use my other to run my hand up and down Steve's firm chest.

After another minute of the two of us kissing or...snogging? Is it? Anyways, Steve pulled back and began to catch his breath.
"I've never done that before." Steve admitted.
"Oh yeah? well that makes two of us."
On Asgard it would be very improper of me to be hooking up and kissing a man that I am not courting.
Of course, this isn't Asgard. I'm not Princess Eerika the Goddess of Chaos. I'm just the person I'd except myself to be if I was a resident on Midgard.

I do admit, I feel terrible about lying to Steve. Everything he knows about me—expect that my brother is dead—is a lie. It had to be. S.H.I.E.L.D made it very clear that I am not myself with this man. What's wrong with being in a coma anyways? How long do you need to be asleep to be put into a cabin with a stranger just to get back into civilization?

Hell if I know. I never asked.

"Well that was...really nice. A lot better than being punched in the stomach." Steve said looking down at me with a smirk. He has droplets of sweat from our little fight earlier, but I have to admit, he looked a lot cuter like this.
"I'd sure hope so! Getting punched in the stomach looks pretty damn painful."
Steve stiffened a bit when I said the word 'damn' but then rolled his eyes playfully at me.
"Look who's talking. You're the one that just punched my stomach out of my mouth."
"It's self defense!" I argued.
"Do you really believe I'd hurt you?" Steve asked. This time he is serious, no eye rolling, no chuckling, not even a smile.
"I don't know who or what to believe anymore. But I could never picture you hurting me intentionally." I admit.

In all honesty, someone would need weapon forged by Eitri himself to be able to defeat me.

"I do what I have to do." Steve whispers. Gets off of me and sits with his legs folded.
"I'm feeling another cookie." I state.

I hop up and grab a cookie from the plate. I did a really good job making these if I do say so myself.
"What time do you leave?" Steve asked from the mats. I looked over at him. He looked like a child waiting for his mom to finish talking so the two can go home. His hands are in his lap and he is sitting cris cross.
"Six." I answer. I hear Steve get up and stop the quiet music playing.
"Let's play a game." Steve suggested. I listened in to what he had to say.

"Hide and seek. I know it's childish, but it could be very fun if you try." I looked at him confused.
"What the bloody hell is hide and seek?" I asked. Midgardian games are far to boring for Asgardians to play.
"It's where you hide somewhere and I go find you, then we switch spot. You've seriously never played it before—oh yeah... memory loss."
I thought for a moment. The game does sound familiar...
"Hunt and kill!" I snapped my fingers. Steve looks at me confused.
"My brothers and I used to play a game similar to the one you are describing, except we have to try to not get killed. My twin is quite mischievous, so he'd always win, but my older brother would never go down without a fight. I on the other hand, was almost always impossible to find."

Steve looks at me shocked, but soon shakes it off.
"I'll give you five minutes to hide. Starting...now!"
Steve closes his eyes and covers his ears and I run off. My first mental suggestion is Steve's room. I look around for any drawers. Conveniently, there is one at the bottom of his dresser, just like in my room. I open it and I am met with shirts, and lots of them. I quickly put them under his duvet and carefully step in. Hopefully he still has his ears closed because I made a lot of creaking sounds while slithering into the drawer. Once I'm in and comfortable, I push on the top above me, which causes me to slide in until the drawer closes.

From the kitchen I can hear a soft
"4 58...4 59...5." Followed by footsteps heading the other way. I'm safe for now until he comes in here.