Ugh, I need a shower Amy sighed to herself. She couldn't wait to get back to the apartment after spending all day in training and just lose herself in a cloud of steam. For the time being, everyone was bunking in the spare rooms of Tony's gigantic apartment in Stark Tower. Tony had his own bathroom, but she, Steve, Clint, Bruce and Natasha all had to share. She wasn't exactly sure where Thor went at night but she knew it wasn't somewhere in the building. They were all pretty comfortable with each other, at least to the point of being able to come in and brush their teeth while someone else was showering. Which, to Amy, seemed pretty comfortable.
Reaching the bathroom, she smiled to herself as she shut the door and and stripped. Since she didn't have a "suit" like everyone else they had just issued her a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform until she could get one. The stretchy, breathable material was comfy, but the fact that it left very little to the imagination was not.
Amy pulled her dark hair out of its usual braided bun and it tumbled down to the elastic band of her underwear. She never wore it down, no one had seen it like this since the day Agent Coulson fond her. He was gone now, so she was the only one left that had seen her in such an unguarded state.
She didn't have anything when he found her... not even clothes. But Amy didn't want to think about the past. Or the present. Just... nothing.
Pushing past the "Stark Industries" embossed shower door, she stepped inside the small tiled room that was the shower. She turned the hi-tech contraption to her favorite setting: very hot with as much steam as possible. Amy leaned against the back wall and glared at the shower door. Why did he need his name on EVERYTHING anyway? The cups, the soap bars, even the socks she had to borrow were knitted with the little logo.
She hated being around Tony, with his cocky smirk and inflated ego. She had to clench her jaw almost every time he spoke. But, still... she couldn't banish the images she saw when she closed her eyes. His hands in her hair... their faces together... bodies against each other.
"Stop it." Amy told herself, then closed her eyes and lest the steam consume her.
She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there, or even when she sat down. But one instant she was lost in the darkness and the next she was shocked awake by a blast of icy water. Immediately one her feet and in a defensive position, Amy whipped around to glare at the figure in the doorway
"Didn't mean to startle you... but Natasha's gone and no one else was brave enough to dome in. Are you coming to dinner?" Tony asked, turning the waster back to a normal temperature. He didn't seem at all bothered by her nudity, nor the fact that he was standing in the shower with her
"How long have I been in here?' asked Amy
"Um, about three hours. Trying to flush out the gamma radiation?"There was the smirk again. She wanted to punch him.
Amy avoided his eyes while she crossed her arms over her chest in a vain attempt to cover herself. She noticed his gaze was set unswervingly on her face
at least he's not staring at-
"We're having tacos. Nice tattoo by the way,"
Damn it, "Thanks." she replied, shoving past him to get a towel
"I knocked for five minutes just so you know. Don't want you to think I just came in and invaded your naked time."
"Yeah. Whatever. Out, please."
She crossed to her room and pulled on s S.H.I.E.L.D. tee shirt and sweatpants. Hair back up in its bun, Amy headed into the kitchen.
"Tacos!" Bruce proclaimed while setting the components on the island counter. He had been so much more cheerful since the battle ended.
Natasha usually ate in the kitchen with Amy, but since she was gone Amy was left alone as thew boys shuffled into the living room.
"Why don't you ever wear your hair down?" Tony asked
"You need to stop popping up like this..."
"But why don't you?" he pressed.
"Because... it's the only thing I have. Its like my secret or something. And it's the only thing that didn't change after..." She didn't want to continue. Why was she telling him?
"So you're... protecting the last piece of you somewhat?"
"Yes... I guess"
She hated this, feeling so vulnerable. They sat in silence for a moment.
"I'm done." She said, tossing her plate in the sink and storming into her room.