A month had gone by since the incident. (F/n) had grown distant from everybody, which was no surprise. After what she'd done to herself nobody was really sure if they could do anything to comfort her, though they tried, she only pushed them further away.

She started to dress with darker colors. She had a beanie on all the time, with a large dark blue pull-over hoodie, dark navy blue jeans and black Converse. She never went outside, hardly spoke anymore, always had her head low and avoided eye contact with everybody. . . Especially the super soldier known to be the one and only Captain America.

She had been avoiding him all because she couldn't bring herself to meet his crystal blue eyes. She wondered if he had suffered a lot through the trauma of shock. She was sure that he had and she couldn't bring herself to speak anything to him other than 'sorry'. Only every time she attempted to speak to him, her voice stopped working and she found herself standing on edge.

She sighed as she stared at the city. She would always go to the Stark Tower's rooftop to let her problems ease a bit. She thought about how Tony had been trying to speak to her more, but she only shoved him out. She didn't want to cause him anymore pain than she already had.

The wind brushed against her tear-stained cheeks and she brought up a gloved hand to wipe her tears. Feeling the soft delicate fabric touch her cheeks she forced herself to not let anymore tears fall.

She was cursed to wear those gloves the rest of her life. If she didn't then she was capable of killing a person with a single touch.

She clutched her hands closed tight and gave a low sigh as she proceeded to take them off. As the black gloves slid off her fingertips she stared at her perfectly smooth hands. They were delicate and flawless, but full of power. . . The hands that belonged to a murderer.

"(F/n)?"

She gasped turning around startled unconsciously letting her hands hide behind her back. She was met with a plaid chest and her gaze followed up to meet eyes containing the color of the seven seas.

"C-Captain," she backed away from him, her back meeting the railing.

He furrowed his eyebrows before apologizing for startling her.

"Why are you here, (F/n)?" he asked with a hint of curiosity in his deep voice.

"I-I needed time alone," she responds gripping her hands tighter behind her back.

His azure eyes searched her expression with mixed feelings,"You've been alone an awful lot lately. . . Why?"

"Because Steve!" she snapped forcing herself further back into the railing," You know exactly why!"

He noticed her eyes were red and cheeks were wet. He wasn't oblivious to the fact she was crying and he knew exactly why. He just didn't want to push her too much. In fact he'd been trying to talk to her since her release of the hospital, but she was doing everything within her power to avoid him.

"Yes, I know," he admits,"I've been trying to talk to you about that."

She looked down so her hood hid her face,"I-I'm sorry."

She didn't realize it, but her hands were gripping each other tighter by the crawling seconds. She should have never taken off the gloves.

"(F/n), it's okay," he says taking a step closer.

She panicked and side stepped backing away from him,"Don't get near me, Steve. I don't want to hurt you again. . ."

He paused in his tracks,"Listen (F/n). . . It's not your fault. I want you to know that."

She spun around and hugged herself tight. She began walking away towards the door and away from Steve, but he gripped her arm gently and spun her back around accidentally pulling up her sleeve.

"(F/n), please, don't-" his eyes went wide as they gazed upon the dozens of red cuts covering her arm. He froze on instinct and felt his voice go silent.

His worried eyes flashed over to her angry-teared ones, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't-"

She pulled her sleeve back down angrily and spoke coldly,"Stay away from me, if you know what's good for you."

This time he didn't stop her from leaving. He ran a frustrated hand through his golden hair and cursed to himself for being such an idiot.

He rested his hands on his hips and turned to face out to the spot where she was standing only a few minutes ago. His head tilted to the left as his blue orbs fell upon a pair of black gloves on the ground. His feet began to carry him over to the gloves and he squatted looking at them carefully.

They obviously belonged to (F/n). She always wore them and he knew exactly why. He had experienced a weird feeling from her before. . . It almost killed him, but luckily it didn't.

His hands scooped up the gloves and felt the delicate fabric brush against the palm of his hands. She wasn't wearing them when he'd found her a month ago. . . dying.

He was walking down the halls of Stark Tower when he heard a sudden smack against the floor and a pained groan. He opened the door to see her twitching and letting out pained gasps.

"(F/n)!?" he shouted as he ran over to her,"(F/N)!?"

He slid on the floor as he knelt beside her and was panicking. He didn't know what to do. What was wrong with her? What was happening?

His eyes fell upon an empty bottle on the floor and he knew instantly what was wrong. His worried eyes flicked over to her and he scooped her in his arms. She was still twitching, but less violently.

"Help!" he shouted as he ran out into the hall,"Help! Somebody help!"

She stopped twitching and he looked down at (F/n), the fear still playing in his irises. Her eyes were slowly closing and she muttered in an inaudible whisper,"Steve?"

He felt her fingertips brush against his muscular arm and that was when it happened.

A stinging sensation ran up his arm and struck him in his chest. He let out a blood-curling scream and his grip tensed. He could feel the voltage running through his body and it was excruciating. His body was burning and he mustered everything he could of his strength to let her go.

He collapsed on the floor beside her and felt his body twitching. His breathes short and painful as he could still feel the pain running through his torso and arms. His skull was ready to burst along with his chest.

He saw people running down to him and (F/n). Tony was the first to reach them,"Steve?!"

He felt himself try to tell Tony that (F/n) needed help, but his breathes took up most of what left his lips.

Tony shouted down the halls,"Medic! Get me a medic!"

Tony's fast glances exchanged between Steve and (F/n). His hands running through his hair in anxiety and frustration.

Before long Steve felt himself slip out of consciousness. His last thought was 'make sure she's safe.'

Steve was unconsciously clenching the gloves tighter at the memory. He hadn't realized he had his eyes closed either, until he opened them again. Images of that day ran through his mind and he stood to his full height.

He didn't know what had happened, but he knew there was more to (F/n)'s story than she portrayed. He was determined to find out what it was. . . Even if it meant having to get close and risk being electrocuted again.

He put her gloves in his pockets and gave them one last determined squeeze, "Don't worry, (F/n). . . I'll help you out of this."

To Be Continued. . .

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