2023
It's been several months since Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff gave their lives to bring back the trillions murdered in the decimation.
In the wake of the post - apocalyptic clean up, and the entirety of the universe adjusting to home the life...
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"I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you"
Harry Styles, Adore You
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L A T E R that day, it wasn't Bucky's comfort that Charlie sought out, or her brothers, it was Steve Rogers'. She found him sitting in the library of the school, looking over all that had been collected on outlets of The Workshop.
In the five days that had passed since his rescue, he had only taken one of them to rest. The last four days he spent consoling his friends, helping Natasha adjust to being alive again, and making sure she was eating enough.
Then he worked on figuring out where the rest of The Workshops were. He wanted to haunt down every single one of them and destroy them all; just like he tried so desperately to do with Hydra.
He wasn't expecting anybody to approach him in the empty library, so when Charlie Grant of all people sat down next to him, he was surprised. But he felt immediately more comfortable than he had been since he was rescued.
"Hi Charlie." Steve said. He hadn't seen her lately; she's been mostly hidden while healing. But here she was, in pajamas that were too big for her healing body, with her stark white hair and wide eyes.
"Hey Steve." Charlie leaned carefully against the back of her chair.
"Where's Bucky?"
"I think he's with my grandfather. Probably talking about how to cure me."
"You don't need curing. You just need to learn to control your new powers."
Charlie snorted. "Powers, right." Then she looked up to meet the blue of his eyes. "I just wanted to say thank you."
"For what?"
"For everything," She breathed out. "For trying to keep me safe, hell, to keep me alive. I remember how much you tried to keep me warm after that night... after they left me in ice."
"Well, you don't have to thank me for that, Charlie."
"And for getting me away from Noah. And for bringing me back to Oliver and Bucky. If anything different had happened... I'd probably be dead right now."
Steve reached out to set his hand on top of her cold one. "You're out. That's all that matters."
Charlie smiled softly. "I turned the bathroom into ice earlier."
