𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨! steve rogers

𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧,𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦

𝙬𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙣𝙤-𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚.

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XENIA AND NATASHA RUSHED to their feet, shaken by his sudden voice. Natasha was first to break the silence and the eerie glare that bounded between the two of them, chuckling, 'Steve, Jesus, you scared us.'

Refusing to take his eyes off of  Xenia, who was stubborn in her ways too, he slowly shook his head apologetically. 'Sorry, I just came to talk to Xenia.'

Natasha smiled and rubbed her clammy hands on her thighs, the unsettling tension resonating deep in her chest, suffocating almost. She swallowed softly, her eyes darting between the two, questioning her excuse. Dear God, being in a room with them too felt like there was a wad of gum, clogging her airways, yearning to claim her oxygen for its own.

Natasha nodded at Xenia, bidding her a soft good night and Xenia broke her eye contact with Steve reluctantly, to smile at Natasha and transpire the action.

Steve stood at the archway of her door, seemingly waiting to be invited, and whilst Xenia had manner, she was still slightly stingy over the matter that had taken place roughly 30 minutes ago.

'So? Why have you disturbed me, again?' Xenia's lips formed a tight smile, her right eye teeming to twitch at Steve in annoyance yet she knew better.

'Wakanda. Tomorrow.'

Inquisitively, Xenia quirked a brow,' Why?'

'You'd know if you'd stayed, huh?'

Xenia rolled her eyes at Steve's nagging nature sending a thick black smog to wash over him, slighting shoving him further out of her room. 'You know, Captain, if you came here just to pester me again, get the fuck out.'

'Don't do that again.'

'Do what?' Xenia honestly couldn't help but shove him once more with another haze of black fog, tauntingly. It was the very least he deserved with his constant annoyance in Xenia's life. God, she left the meeting to get away from him and just sleep and yet here he was, still pestering her.

'Xenia, stop. I'm not a villain for you to push around with your stupid powers.'

'Call them stupid again and I swear to fuck I will break your hand.'

'Stop being childish for one second, God.'

'Me? Childish' Xenia's lips upturned in a sadistic chuckle,' You know what I think is childish? Maybe the fact that even after I got hurt, you still somehow made me the perpetrator on a mission. 'Do not engage' Fuck off.'

'You cannot be serious. You disobeying direct orders isn't going to weigh on my conscience. Listen next time, and maybe, who knows? Maybe you won't end up with a broken arm again.'

'Oh pardon me, Captain. Sorry, I'm not an expert at this but I have no clue what I'm doing. Christ, I don't even have a superhero name. But you think because you've got the title 'Captain', that I owe anything to you?' Xenia's hands patted lightly against her waist, perhaps to calm herself or maybe the opposite. Her eyes were swallowed by the coal-black she was yet so familiar with. Ironically she hated the colour black, found it bland. However, when she was encased in her black smog, she felt good.