In a Heartbeat || Cindy Moon [1] [ON HOLD]

five: knock knock, who's there?

It was a late, sunny afternoon when I was left home alone and, once again, hiding away in my room. Obviously, I still couldn't control myself and these so-called 'powers' that I had received. So, when I heard several loud knocks on the front door coming from downstairs, I started to panic.

I stayed in my room, hoping whoever it was would go away. But they didn't. More loud knocks followed, and soon, they turned into pounds. When I thought the person was gonna bust the door down, I slowly got to my feet.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" I snapped and instantly regretted it as I threw my door open, watching it fly back into the wall with a slam and cringing, freezing in my stance.

Alright. Whoever this is, it best be worth it...

I carefully made my way down the stairs and slowly stepped up to the door, my hands trembling. Please be unimportant, please be irrelevant, please be someone I can send away without opening the door.

But when I stood on my tip toes to look through the peephole, my jaw dropped. A man with a stocky, muscular build stood at the other side of the door, with seemingly perfect blond hair and soft blue eyes. He seemed expressionless, and kept checking his cellphone, as if to make sure he was at the right place.

I knew who he was. Anyone would.

But I had no idea why Steve Rogers was standing at my door, and I sure as hell didn't want to open it. But, I did. As anyone would if Captain America was standing at your front door.

When the door was finally opened, the man's friendly smile kind of faded. A look of sympathy washed over his face for a split second, but soon that dashing smile returned. Cut it out. This guy is old enough to be your dad...

No! Grandpa! Ew.

Great grandpa?

Definitely...

I shuddered and cleared my throat nervously. "Uh. Um, Steve Ro - I mean, Mr. Rogers?" I stammered, and immediately I felt the blush creep into my cheeks. I suddenly wanted to disappear.

"Good afternoon. Cindy, right?" He asked, his voice smooth and even, unlike mine, which trembled as I responded.

He knows my name. He's...here for me? Maybe? Possibly? "...Yes."

"...May I come in?" He asked softly.

"Um," I started, my mind racing. "yes, uh, sure, my house is a wreck, I'm sorry, I - " he started chuckling as I took a step back.

"It's alright." Steve smiled warmly. Of course, he wasn't in his suit. He was dressed in normal clothes, jeans, a tee shirt, and a leather bomber jacket.

He stepped inside and glanced around briefly.

"Nice place. Cozy." He said almost awkwardly.

"Okay, wait, I'm sorry." I blurted out, ignoring his comment and shutting the door. "Why are you here? And how do you know my name?"

"I'm here to explain everything. And to help."

Help? Help with what? "Wha - ...okay. Um." I squeezed my eyes shut. What the actual hell is going on right now?! "Do you want anything? Water? I - we have snacks, even."

Steve laughed, and his smile reached up to his eyes. "No, I'm alright."

"Okay." Why did I say that??

He chuckled again, softer this time. "Let's have a seat."

"Okay. Um." My heart picked up pace.