My White Knight

"Why don't I help you upstairs, Lor. You don't seem to be in any shape to be alone," the young man offered his female companion as he helped her out of his car. The girl laughed uncontrollably as she stumbled drunkenly into his arms, "Woops! Nice catch, Eric!" Eric rolled his eyes at her, trying to ignore how close she was. Trying to ignore the skimpy red dress that hugged the drunken girl's every curve as he led her up into her apartment. He knew the way by now, as this had become somewhat of a routine.

"You're such a good friend, Eric," she slurred as she supported herself against him while stumbling up the stairs. Eric's blood boiled at her words. Friend. That's all he was to her, after how many times he's taken care of her, helped her, he was still just a friend? He was tired of watching her flirt with countless guys, asshole guys who would just use her and leave her heartbroken, guys he was ten times better than. Why couldn't she ever see that? He deserved to be more than a friend and she should've known that.

When they reached the door to her apartment, Lori searched for her key in a haze, her vision slightly blurry as she leaned up against the wall digging through her clutch. Shit, maybe she should've laid off on the hard liquor. Where had she put her damn key?

"Missing something, Lor?" Lori looked up at her friend, her face instantly brightening in relief as she saw him holding the small gold key.

She giggled and reached for the key, "You come to my rescue once again!"

Eric's eyes darkened as he set forth his plan to finally have Lori as he moved the key out of her reach. She would be his, like she is supposed to be. He watched the infamous pout form on her lips as she tried reaching for the key again, stumbling forward.

"C'mon, Eric! This isn't funny! Give me my damn key!" Lori lunged forward, getting up on her tippy toes, dropping the pair of stilettos she had been holding. Eric held her back and held the key out of reach.

"Not uh, Lori. Not until you give me something in return," he smirked. She would soon realize how perfect they'd be for each other.

Lori rolled her eyes at him, "Like what? You want me to take you to breakfast like usual?"

"No."

Lori stomped her foot in frustration, "Eric this isn't funny. I'm tired and its late so can you please give me my damn key?"

"Not until you give me a kiss," Eric smirked triumphantly. There's no way she could refuse not unless she wanted her key.

"Seriously? Fine, whatever," Lori smirked as she leaned in close to him and stood back up on her tippy toes with her hands planted gently on his chest. Eric closed his eyes as he leaned in close to her, taking in her scent. He then felt her soft lips planted on his cheek and her small hand reaching for the key in his hand. His face knotted in a scowl as he pushed her back into the wall.

"That's not what I meant, Lori."

"What the fuck? You said a kiss, Eric. Give me my key, this isn't funny anymore."

Eric pushed her up against the wall and roughly kissed her. Finally, Lori was going to be his. Lori tried shoving him back, but he towered over her. Even in her drunken state, she knew that she didn't want this. She bit down on his lip hard. Eric leapt back in and his hand traveled to his mouth where she had bit him. His glare was hard as he spoke, his voice laced with venom, "You bitch."

"Give me my damn key and leave."

"Why, Lori? Why do you keep fucking rejecting me? I've been nothing but a gentleman to you!" Eric pinned her to the wall, dropping the key to the floor and pressed his full weight against her. Lori was trapped as she frantically looked around the empty hallway of her apartment building. Where the fuck were her neighbors?

"Eric, I have never rejected you. I thought we were friends!"

"Friends. Are you so dense that you can't realize that I am in love with you, Lori?!" He growled at her before forcing his mouth upon hers once more with bruising force. His hands slid down her body to her waist. She felt so good under him. Tonight, she would be his. His Lori. Lori pushed hard against his chest but her efforts were futile. Maybe she should've taken those self-defense classes. She chomped down on his lip again. This time he pulled away slowly, malicious intent filled his eyes. Lori tried wriggling out of his grasp but froze when his hand came into contact with her cheek; the impact causing a loud smack to ring throughout the hallway.

"You know, Lor. I've tried so hard, so fucking hard, to be that good guy you always dream about having. To not be one of those assholes that leave you broken hearted. I hate seeing you sad, Lori. I really do. Well guess what? I'm not going to be that nice guy anymore, because you're going to be mine Lori." His weight was crushing her.

"Get the fuck off of me, Eric!" She screeched and clawed at him.

It was pretty late when Steve pulled up to his building. He had spent the last three or four hours at the gym in an attempt to tire him out enough to get some sleep. After the events in New York, with the whole alien invasion and the Avengers initiative, Steve moved to D.C to work full-time with S.H.I.E.L.D but even with the endless stream of tiring missions, he was never fully exhausted and he still couldn't sleep. He was adjusting better to this age, now understanding the technology and customs better. He leaned his bike up in his usual spot, taking note of an unusual car parked next to it. He strode into the building and jogged up the stairs to his floor. On the other side of his hallway he noticed one of his neighbors whom he rarely saw with a guy. He turned his attention away as they were in … an intimate position… and began walking towards his apartment. That was until he heard muffled pleas coming from the girl that sounded like "Stop" and "get off of me". Steve turned round and darted to the couple, grabbing the guy by his shirt collar and pulling him off of the girl. The girl slid down the wall to the floor, her eyes wide with fear, makeup smudged and her cheek slightly bruising.

"Get the fuck off of me, man! Can't you see we are in the middle of something?" The guy hissed trying to shove Steve away.

"I noticed but it seems that the lady isn't too keen on your intentions," Steve said evenly even though his blood was boiling, "I think its time for you to go."

"Like hell I am. She's mine, so I can do what I want. Get the fuck away before I give you a broken jaw, pretty boy."

"I'm not anyone's, especially not yours," the girl piped up, unsteadily trying to get to her feet but she wound up sliding the floor again.

The boy lunged at her but Steve held him back before slamming his fist into the boy's cheek and shoving him towards the stairwell.

"What the fuck, man?!"

"I don't like it when men take advantage of a woman. Now get out of here before you get yourself into a worse situation," Steve crossed his arms and stood in front of the girl as he watched the boy stalk away, cursing them both.

Lori stared at the man who just came to her rescue. She recognized him as her new neighbor who lived down the hall from her.

"You alright, ma'am?" She looked up and saw him crouching in front of her. His eyes scanned for any damage before offering his hand to help her up.

"Yeah…" she mustered before smiling brightly at him, "Yeah.. Just peachy." She took his hand and he helped her to her feet. She rocked unsteadily, feeling the alcohol still in her system, and fell against his chest. His oh so broad and firm chest. His hands grasped her arms as he steadied her, his eyebrows knitted into a worried look. "That's two times tonight that you've saved me," she smiled, "Knight in shining armor."

Steve was confused, how could this girl be so nonchalant after being nearly sexually assaulted? "Do you need anything? I can call the police if you'd like..?" He offered.

She knelt down and picked up her shoes before looking around the floor, "nah, its fine, Knight. All I need is a shower, my bed and some sleep. Oh and my key so I can do all those things…" Steve nodded and looked around spotting the little gold key sitting on the floor. He picked it up and handed it to her, "Here, Miss."

Lori smiled again up at him, "And now that's three. Thank you, my shining Knight. I owe you one," she said as she turned to her door and unlocked it.

"You don't owe me anything, ma'am. Just helping out," Steve spoke unsurely, "But if you need anything else, I live just down the hall."

"Alrighty, Knight. I guess I'll see you around. Thanks again for coming to my rescue," the girl blew him a kiss before shutting the door.

*****I have just been on a major Cap spree. anyways, yes this is a Steve and OC fic that I'm trying out. I was curious about the time spent after Avengers before TWS and how in TWS he is more adjusted to modern society so I figured there may as well be a helping hand in that. Anyways thanks for reading!*****