the broken girl// steve rogers

chapter nineteen

(look at my baby up there. he's so precious and i just wanna kiss him 🥰)

s c a r l e t t

Waking up to his face in the morning is the best thing in this world. His messy blonde hair, his morning voice, and the smile on his face when he wakes up. It's like perfection, but he wasn't there when I woke up.

I sat up, rubbed some of the sleep out of my eyes and looked around his room. His side of the bed was still warm, meaning he hasn't been up for long. I slid out of bed and grabbed his shirt from off the floor, slipping it over my head. My eyes wandered to the clock beside his bed and it read 7:17 a.m.

It felt awkward being here in London. Sam and Bucky didn't really say much to me. They were very careful with their words and I didn't understand why. I always thought we were buds, but maybe I was wrong.

I walked into the kitchen to see Steve sitting there with a girl across from him. She had long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and a stunning smile. She basically looked a like a model. She was almost as pretty as Wanda and Natasha, which was crazy since they were both stunning.

"I-I. Um, I'm s-sorry," I stuttered out.

The girl looked at me, her smile widening, "Stevie, who's this?"

"I'm Scarlett," I said.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Liv! Steve's told me so much about you!" she said, smiling from ear to ear.

"Nice to meet you too!" I gave a tight smile and looked at Steve who was already looking at me.

She turned to Steve, "Let Bucky and Sam know I stopped by! See you next month!"

"I will," he said and walked her to the door. I walked over to the fridge, grabbed a water bottle, and took a sip of it.

"Scar-"

"You don't have to explain anything, Steve. We were broken up. You could've done whatever you wanted,"

"I do, though. We've slept together, yes, but she just owns this building. She was only over here to collect rent,"

I took another sip of water, "She's really pretty. Almost like a model,"

"Did you sleep with anyone?" he asked, placing his hands on my hips.

"Are you sure you wanna know the answer? You might get mad and we both know you can get a temper," I answered.

"Baby, tell me," he demanded.

"I slept with Thor," I said, avoiding his eyes.

Steve squeezed my hips, taking a deep breathe. I glanced at him to see his jaw clenched and his eyes toward the ceiling. I didn't really know what to do in this situation. I couldn't really tell what emotion he was feeling.

I placed my hand on his cheek, "Steve?"

"You're mine and I hope he knows that,"

"Baby, him and I slept together once. He's not claiming me or anything. It was a fun drunken night that will never happen again," I said.