STEVE'S POV
I went on a morning run everyday. Same place, same time, same people, everyday. As I tied my sneakers on a worn out bench I thought today wouldn't be any different, but boy was I wrong.
I jogged on my usual path, taking in my surroundings when out in the distance I hear what sounds like, crying? I stop in my tracks and listen closer, just to make sure I'm not hearing things. Sure enough, I hear it again. Trying not to make to much noise, I slowly step into the forest towards the sound, which sounded not to far away. As the sound grew louder it got more heartbreaking, until I saw who was crying; a teenage girl. This just tore my heart apart, seeing her all alone in the middle of the forest, crying her eyes out. I took a step forward, but she heard me. Her head whipped around just as fast as she scrambled to her feet.
"Hey, are you ok?" I softly asked as I reached my hand out to her shoulder. Maybe that was a mistake, because her eyes widened and her whole body flinched, her arms going over her head as if she was trying to protect herself.
"No!" She shouted as she started to cry again. It was then that I realized, without a doubt in my mind, that she ran away from an abusive home. I quickly lowered my arm and bent down to her height, trying to show her that I wouldn't hurt her.
"It's ok, I promise I won't hurt you." She slowly lowered her arms from her face and look at me with a red, tear-stained face. She looked about 15. She had big Y/E/C eyes and Y/H/C hair. "What's your name, I'm Steve." I said as I gave her a small grin, just to show her that she didn't have to be afraid. Between sobs she answered, "I-I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N."
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The Broken Girl
FanfictionNOT COMPLETED When Steve Rogers goes on his daily morning run, he finds something -more like someone- unexpected; a girl. A broken girl to be exact. Steve does whatever he can to help her and make a better life for her. Notes: Y/N in Your Name Y/E/C...
