The reviews for this story have been really cute, and I love that you liked the first chapter! So without further ado- here's another :)


She wasn't particularly aware of being conscious until she heard a door slam, and somebody sitting down roughly on what sounded like a plastic chair. Her eyes were still closed, but she didn't really know why since she couldn't remember falling asleep. Grace began squinting through her lashes, trying to wake up, but her mind was hazy and it was difficult. Lights somewhere above her blurred her limited vision, and off to the sides of her peripheral vision faded out into darkness. She tried harder to dig herself out of the comatose state she appeared to be in, and made a little bit of progress as sound filtered back into her world to some extent. She could hear a steady beeping, and somebody shuffling about in the invisible world to her right. Slowly her senses caught up with her mind, and she recognized the sound. How could she not? She was a surgeon's daughter after all. She was in a hospital.

Grace managed to wrench her eyes open far enough to see properly although her vision was still blurred and she began to recognize what was happening. She was coming around from surgery... flickering images of the appendectomy she had when she was 13 filled her mind with a strange nostalgia as she tried to work out why she would need surgery now. She parted her lips and attempted to make a noise but found her throat as baron and dry as the Sahara. Apparently whoever was in the room heard her non-existent noise, because she heard a heavy sigh and a man came into her line of sight. Bleary at first but fast coming into focus, the man's face appeared to be frowning as he appraised her. Wasn't this the point in the movies where her visitor handed her water and cried with relief because she was okay? Grace sobered quickly from her drug induced fog as she realised why she wasn't being given the same treatment as the movie stars- the man above her was her dad; Dr. Jeremiah Flint. She licked her lips and forced her vocal chords to co operate with the lack of fluids.

"Hello Dad" She managed, her voice gravelly and quiet. His frown deepened. "Grace" was all the answer she got.

He stepped out of her line of vision, and while she struggled to sit up and see, she registered the sounds of his shoes on the tiled floor- hard soled as always. She opened her mouth to ask how he had been, having not spoken to him since she left for college more than five years ago, but he beat her to the punch.

"You know this would never have happened if you'd have moved with your mother and I to Massachusetts. Nothing ever happens in Massachusetts!" He thundered, clearly not feeling much sympathy for his daughter at this point. Grace could only roll her eyes and wait out his temper tantrum; she'd had plenty of practice.

He continued on about how Massachusetts was home to one of the greatest learning facilities of our time- he was of course referring to Harvard Law and Medical schools. How she had been an idiot to turn away from that in favor of some shabby 'business' degree, and even worse to open a rundown and frankly 'pathetic' coffee shop in the middle of a dirty city like New York. That's as far as he got into his rant, as at that moment the door swung open to reveal a rather pissed off looking American soldier. Or rather The American Soldier. Captain Steven Grant Rogers had evidently heard enough of their conversation through the door to look like thunder personified. Grace could only watch through tear filled eyes as the all American man stepped into the room, a beautiful bunch of flowers in one hand, the other making a fist, staring down her dad as if he were dirt. Dr. Flint at least had the decency to look embarrassed.

"There's a lot of things I'd like to say to you right now sir" He said through gritted teeth, a vein visibly pulsing in his neck, "But there is a lady present, and I don't think that this is what she needs right now. So I will politely ask you to leave". She gulped as she heard the steel to his voice, and hoped she'd never be on the receiving end of it. Her father flushed a deep scarlet, almost purple. He shot her a look that told her this wasn't finished before he ducked past the super soldier and scurried away. The tension in Steve's body disappeared for now, and he stepped fully into the room, meeting Grace's plain hazel eyes for the first time that day.

He shot her a half smile and rubbed the back of his neck nervously with his free and while the door closed. "Hi" He began quietly.

"Uh... Hi?" She shot back, not really sure what she should be doing. Was it customary for heroes to individually visit the people they saved? He held out the hand holding the flowers to her and she blushed as she took them into her arms. She recognized them vaguely, a smaller variety of Lilly in a fiery red colour.

"Amazing..." she breathed, then cleared her throat in preparation for more speech before she could re-hydrate; "Thank you so much Captain" She managed with a smile, her voice strained and weak. She lifted a hand to her throat and flinched, it was as if someone had shoved sandpaper down there or something. She watched him as he rounded her bed to a table sat to her right and thanked the lords as he immediately began pouring her a glass of water. He popped a straw in it and handed it to her carefully. She could not have been more grateful as she gulped it down, feeling her tissue re-hydrate and come alive again.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, eyes scrutinizing the beeping machine she was attached to at the moment. Of course the beeping sped up a little as Grace realised that Captain Freaking America was listening intently to her heart beat, and this brought his full attention to her. She blushed a pretty rose colour as she answered; "F-fine actually... well not fine, I'm a bit" she paused to move her hands, as if physically trying to find the word she wanted. It rather fascinated Steve. She paused suddenly in her searching and looked down, eyes taking on a look of recognition."My chest hurts" She uttered, and it dawned on Steve that she probably had no idea what had happened. She had been in shock and barely conscious last he'd seen her.

"I got shot, didn't I?"

The super soldier said the first thing that came to mind;

"Twice".


Cutting this chapter a little short so I can do the main body of the conversation between them and get some stuff happening next chapter :) So you got a picture of Grace's relationship with her dad there, as well as an indication of Steve's rage when you don't remember your manners. I hadn't intended him to come out quite as aggressive as he did, but I liked it. As always I hope you enjoyed that chapter- however short (Don't shoot me)!

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