Altered - A Marvel AU

Chapter 4 - Obedience and Conformity

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I had been stewing quietly for 2 days, why? Because Steve couldn't make it to my house after school with stupid staff meetings, that could in no case be delayed. He would come late at night after the meetings and his work and would crash into wherever he was staying.

I sighed tiredly into my Psychology book, time was passing by very slowly. Not to mention, that I barely got any sleep due to the continuation of the wet dreams starring Captain Steve Rogers. Maybe if he just kissed me, maybe then they would go away, but I highly doubted it. I mean he slept in the same bed as me and the reoccurring dreams... well reoccurred.

I yawned loudly before I heard the phone ring in our class, our teacher walked over to it, lazily pressing the answer button. She had a conversation with the person on the other side, her eyes flitted to mine as she nodded before she realized they couldn't see her and responded.

She looked at me, "Mr. Grant would like to see you in his office." I furrowed my eyebrows, "Who's Mr. Grant?" I asked the teacher, "The new gym teacher filling in for Ms. Skinn." My eyebrows shot up as I realized that that was Steve, but what did he want from me? We agreed to communicate on a very scarce basis so that our relationship identity was kept a secret.

I nodded, slowly walking to the offices next to the gym, I skimmed the nametags on the office doors until I saw Ms. Skinn's. I tentatively knocked on the door, holding my breath as I looked around for anyone nearby. "Come in." I opened the door and immediately held a hand to my mouth in order to stop myself from giggling. There was a sight awaiting for me that was simply too good, Steve sat on the bouncy yoga ball Ms. Skinn used as a chair and kept on slipping off of it.

He saw me standing there with my hand covering my mouth but my eyes twinkling as I stared at him trying to accomplish the goal of sitting properly on a yoga ball. "Close the door," he grumbled and I did, reaching forward and helping him stand up after he slipped down yet another time from the ball. He grabbed my hand, but instead of getting up, he pulled me down on top of him.

I squealed before clamping a hand around my mouth, looking at him angrily, I asked, "What was that for?" He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling my perfume, "Missed you." was all he said, and that alone, was enough. I sighed, kissing the top of his head as I shifted in his lap, trying to get more comfortable. Suddenly he turned red as he picked me up easily and placed me on his desk, turning around and fixing his trousers.

There he was again, pushing me away, he brought me close and then pushed me out. Why? I stared into space, mulling over the fact that he was so distant until he snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, "Sometimes you get lost in that pretty little head of yours." He said, tapping a finger to the side of my head. I smiled at him, "You still angry?" He asked, I furrowed my eyebrows, genuinely confused at the questions, "Angry? For what?" I asked. He spread his arms, gesturing around the well-spaced office, "At all this." I knew what he meant and I shook my head, "No. At first, I was furious, but I realized I was being unfair."

He nodded, brushing a stray piece of hair away from my face, his warm hands leaving my skin feeling rejuvenated as if I was brought to life again. I sighed into his touch, secretly wanting him to touch me like that more, I wanted more than just those 2 seconds innocent touches. Although perhaps I was putting too much pressure on him, I mean after all he was from the 40s. He was raised to be courteous, and to respect a woman's privacy, to respect her boundaries. To be honest, it was like a breath of fresh air, a new thing.

Steve came close to me, hugging me tightly, I could feel the taut muscles under his shirt, "That shirt is so hot on you." I blurted out, without giving my statement a second thought. Steve stilled around me and I knew he was going to give the distance between us any second now. Instead, he responded differently, he chuckled and pulled me closer, kissing the side of my head, "Thank you, doll."

I just snuggled into his warm chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat, thump thump thump thump. "You should go now." I frowned but nonetheless hopped off his desk kissing him on the cheek and heading off to Psychology.

When I arrived, more than half of the class was in a frenzy, several people rushing around with pieces of paper in their hands. I walked to my desk, confused. As I sat down I noticed my report on my desk, the same report I had handed in a few days ago. I sucked in a breath and opened the plastic folder I had put it in to seem professional. I looked at the grade in astonishment, 98% for my writing and research skills.

Ava came up behind me, peering over my shoulder to get a good look at my grade as well, "Bitch." she muttered. I laughed looking over at her, "Why, what'd you get?" she shook her head, adamant on not revealing her grade to me. I gave her my puppy eyes, pleading, she looked at me and struggled, "Fine." She sighed and I pumped my arm into the air, "I got 72%." I hissed, "Good luck with Auntie." She narrowed her eyes at me, "Oh, jee, I hadn't thought of my MOTHER!" I just shrugged.

The teacher, Mrs. Beau called our attention, "Many of you did a satisfactory job on this report, however, only one person came close to a hundred percent and that is Aniyah." I coughed, Mrs. Beau looked at me, an apology on her face, "Sorry, I mean Megan." I beamed up at her, she was one of my favorite teachers, a bit boring but once you got to know her she was a sweetheart.

"Why don't you read your report aloud so the class knows my expectations for next time." I slunk back in my seat signaling her no with my eyes and subtle head shakes. Even if she noticed, she didn't seem to take no for an answer as she gestured me to the mini podium in our room. I walked up slowly, my legs feeling like lead as I made my way to the wooden box, placing my report in front of me and taking a deep breath.

"All our life we've been told to be obedient. Obedience seemed to be the key to conforming society into a civilized, functioning one, it seemed to be the pathway to our happiness. Everyone followed the rules and regulations and when they didn't, they were punished accordingly, however, had anyone ever raised the question that if we didn't enforce harmless rules in the first place, would then society be happier and relatively crime-free?

Humans have a primal instinct to pray to something bigger than them in times of conflict or need, a deity of some sort. Religion conforms us to certain expectations, rules, and behaviors as does culture. But what if we could erase the rules put forth in place that was completely harmless, such as covering yourself up in Islam, or seeking arranged marriages in the middle eastern culture, or praying every Sunday in Christianity. All those rules have some sort of valid explanation, but what if we didn't enforce those rules in the first place?

Studies show that most serial killers who had previously had a chemical imbalance in their system were triggered to kill and hurt due to a traumatic event in their lives. Many of those traumatic experiences were due to the conforming of the rules of one's religion and culture."

I went on with my report, looking down at the paper instead of peeking up at my class, "So, in my opinion, rules whether they be societal, cultural or religious, one's that have no real purpose or are harmless are fatal to humans because they forbade our freedom." The class clapped politely and I looked up, shocked to see the Captain standing near the back doorway, listening to my report as well.

I slunk back in my seat, wondering what he thought of my report.

A/N...This one's a little shorter. Which do you prefer, short or long chapters? Don't forget to vote and comment!

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