For the Love of a Patriot || 𝗖𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮 ✔️ [#wattys 2018]

10 | Jealous

7/30/16, 1:12 AM

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I discovered that I had slept through my alarm when I woke up at one pm. Usually, the sun would have woken me which seems super corny, but there was none because there was a massive thunderstorm going on. "Oh, fun." I yawned sitting up but stopping immediately at the pain.

I needed a shower.

I slipped out of my bed, retrieved some new underwear and loungewear that included a pair of gray short pajama shorts and a black tank. I went down the hall to the bathroom, not bothering to check on Steve. He was probably asleep and I didn't wanna wake him.

Venturing into the bathroom, I nearly screamed at the sight of myself in the mirror. "Oh my god, it's hideous." I covered my mouth. My hair looked hit and I looked like shit.

I slipped off my wrinkled dress without much ease and stared at myself in the mirror. The bruises were ugly and large like I'd predicted they'd be.

I sighed and popped some painkillers before hopping in the shower and washing my mess out.

Once I got out, I brushed my teeth and washed my face deciding to leave my hair natural in its huge curly state.

I quietly walked farther down the hall to the living room but stopped on instinct at the sight.

Steve Rogers shirtless. It was absolutely gorgeous. "Oh," I said slowly, catching his attention. He paused putting on his black shirt just at the right time and the way he looked at me hit me in just the right spot. "Um..." I shook my head to remove all of my shameless dirty thoughts. "Hi, Steve." I nearly laughed.

He continued to pull on his shirt that seemed to mold against his body. "Good afternoon, Rachel. How long were you standing there?"

I folded my arms and raised a playfully suspicious eyebrow. "Why, was there something else that I needed to see?"

His eyes widened and he started stuttering. "N-no I don- I mean--"

"Kidding, Steve." I giggled softly. "Listen, um..." I rubbed my arm. "Can we talk?"

"Of course." He said, sitting on the couch. I took a seat on the sofa chair that sat close by it. We sat in silence for a few moments while I was gathering my thoughts. "Can you..." I looked up at him. "Can you tell me everything?"

He looked down. "There are some things I can't tell you."

"So tell me the things you can. I just want to know what's going on. Please?" I pouted slightly.

He stared at me for a few moments before sighing. "I was assigned to your case last November. It was a pretty minor case back then, it was before SHIELD figured out that you were the only one of your kind."

"Who could read the stone?" I inquired, leaning on the arm of my chair. I was beginning to put it all together.

He nodded. "You were already identified as a working polyglot without your powers so when your case began escalating in priority level, Fury thought it wouldn't hurt to keep you out of the loop for as long as we could."

I was quiet for a moment. "What was your part in this? I mean what was your job if you couldn't even make contact with me?"

Steve shifted in his spot on the couch. "To learn as much about you as humanly possible. This position we're in, it was practically inevitable."