Rebel // Captain America

11 - Aftercare

A twinge of a headache woke me up before I suddenly became hyperaware of where I was. Where am I? This isn't my room, or even the room that Tony had given me. Don't tell me I did what I thought I did. I feel something move on my stomach, looking down and seeing an arm. Son of a fucking bitch. Leave it to drunk Emily to sleep with somebody. Next issue, I got to figure it out on who it is. I move onto my side before the person turns over so I can see his face. We make eye contact before I let out a small noise. "Steve." 

"Emily. Did we?" He says, looking at myself confused. 

I flip up the blanket finding myself without any clothes. Yep. Dammit Drunk Emily. "Yep. Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Honestly, nothing since I took shots with Thor. You?"

"Nothing past taking shots with the girls." I look him in the eye before sighing. "I'm gonna go. Don't look." He turns back around before I get out of bed before realizing that I didn't have anything to wear. After all, I came in here in my dress from last night. "Steve, I'm gonna steal a shirt, I don't want to put that dress back on." I go to pick it up, but it was torn almost in half. Fucking hell, Steve. I grab a shirt from his closet before throwing it on over myself. "You're good." He turns around, making sure to stay hidden under the blankets. "Oh, and by the way, you're buying Natasha a new dress." I pick up the shreds, just in case she wonders what happened to it. He laughs for a second, hiding his face. "At least you won't be the 100 year old virgin now." I laugh before grabbing whatever else I left in the room. "Okay, bye." I slip out of the door before rushing down the hall to my room, making sure nobody sees me. 

Unfortunately, I hear a door open and a voice say, "Emily?" I turn around, seeing Bucky, dressed only in a pair of sweatpants. "You okay?" 

"I'm good, thanks Buck." I almost run into my room, the door shutting loudly. Fuck. I don't want the whole fucking compound knowing that Steve and I had drunk sex last night. I smell disgusting, I feel disgusting. I need to shower. 

After showering and almost rubbing myself raw, I throw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top that I had stolen from Natasha. I really need to go shopping and get myself some clothes. Maybe I'll ask Natasha and Wanda if they want to come with. A knock catches my attention before I yell at whoever it is to come in. Bucky pops his head in before smiling. "Can I come in?"

"Come on in, Buck. You can sit if you want." He sits next to me on the bed before smiling again. 

"You okay? I, um, talked to Steve." I look away before he clears his throat. I don't know what to say. "He told me what happened. I can give a little insight about last night if you want."

"Fire at me, Buck. What did drunk Emily do now?" 

"First of all, you almost finished a whole bottle of whiskey to yourself. You beat Sam in shots, then proceeded to drink more. I'm surprised of your tolerance, especially with your size." I giggle at that before shrugging. Drinking was - is - my specialty. "Want me to keep going?" I nod before he continues. "Well, once you finished the shots, you went out to dance. You ended up dancing with Quill." I raise an eyebrow before he laughs. Guess I don't remember who that is. "He was wearing the red jacket. Well, Steve didn't like that and got plastered off Asgardian liquor. The strongest liquor, it was the only way Steve could get drunk. Well, he got super jealous. It didn't help that Tony wanted to play 7 minutes in heaven after." As he talks, I start to feel the memories coming back. Dancing with someone. Going into a closet. "Steve didn't like that Tony got to take you into the closet. You didn't like that he went in with Wanda. After that, he stormed off and Tony called it." 

"Sorry to interrupt, Miss Blake, but I can replay footage from last night if you want to see it yourself." Friday pops up. I forgot that she's there. 

"Do it, Friday." I watch the footage back, clearly noticing the signs of jealousy from Steve. I even showed a bit of jealously towards the end. I like Steve, I do. The liquor only enhanced the feelings that I was trying to hide. "What did he say about it, Buck?" 

"He's afraid, Em. He doesn't want to ruin things with you. He really likes you, trust me. He's worried that he fucked up last night." I look away, thoughts running through my mind. Do I want to rush into anything? I just got out of a long relationship, Steve might think that he's a rebound. I don't want him to think that. "Did he, Emily?" 

I look him in the eye, slowly shaking my head. "I like him, Buck. I just don't know if I want to rush into anything. I have a lot on my plate right now. I just got out a relationship, moved across the country, had my apartment blow up and developed the ability to be a living glowstick. I don't want Steve to think that I'm just using him." I put my hands on my face, breathing deeply. 

"Think about it, Emily. Steve's an amazing guy. Think about it. You're not alone." He pats my arm before leaving my room, shutting the door behind him. Think Emily. 

I was never great at thinking. Or making decisions. I make a ball of light grow in my hand, before twisting it and somehow making a ropelike string of light. Hmm. Maybe I can use it to train. I rush down to the training room before making the rope again. I twist it around, using everything I know to take out the training dummy in front of me. I need to practice with these powers. I was given them for a reason, time to work on them so I can take down Hydra next shot I get. I hear a noise behind me, causing me to summon the rope again and turn around sharply. I see Steve standing there, a small blush on his cheeks. Dammit. "Hey Emily...can we talk?"

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