Sup there readers! I don't know why I continue writing this, perhaps because I get bored and start to daydream about Steve's abs, we'll never know. Anyways, hope you little twat enjoy reading because I spent a week writing it! ;)

IMPORTANT: This chapter contains mentions of selfharm and depression, I advise anybody sensitive or easily triggered to not read this for your own good.

I feel the sun grazing my skin and a smile creeps upon my face as last nights events flashback into mind. I rise and stretch, lovely cracking noises coming from my back. I feel amazing. My ripped black jeans are lying on my drawer, prepared from yesterday. Before changing clothes I decided to tiptoe into the kitchen and get a cup of tea. As the water finish boiling I hear footsteps and turn around to see the glorious face of Steve.

"Oh hi- good morning."

He smirks and grabs a glass of water as I attempt to make my shirt cover more than it does. As he finished drowning the water he asks:

"Did you sleep well?" he asks.

I shift my weight between my feet and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yeah.. I guess I did, you?"

He replies with a smile and I catch his curious eyes looking at my bare legs, completely forgotten my question. I hadn't thought that about him at all.

"Steve."

I lightly giggle as his cheeks turn a bright shade of red while he clears his throat and scratch the back of his neck. I grab my cup of tea and skip into my room, shaking my head. What the fuck Bellatrix, stop giggling. You don't giggle, shit.

I spend the rest of the morning in the music room, writing and singing. As I'm finished I head to the elevator, cheery and happy. I step out on the common floor where everybody usually is. I am not so pleasantly greeted with Steve's stone cold voice behind me.

"Is it true?"

I turn around and smile greatly at him.

"What?" My smile fades as soon as I see his furious look.

"How old are you?" he asks with a stone cold look. My heart stops and I can feel my palms sweat.

"Uh.. 22."

"Don't lie to me. I'll ask again." He sighs irritated. "How old are you?"

I open my mouth and close it. Knowing that I'm most likely screwed. Somehow he found out..

"I don't believe it." He says dropping his hands. "You're fifteen? Fifteen?! How could you keep this from me?"

"Does it matter?" I ask calmly, questioning him with my eyes.

I can see him grinding his teeth and his jaw muscles tense.

"I'm going to tell Tony." He informs me sternly.

"No you're not. Please Steve. Please just don't.."

He doesn't listen to me and stomps down to Tonys office.

"Fuck." I exclaim then jog after him.

His long legs gets ahead of me and he closes the door to Tony's room. I hear voice changes and slightly shocked exclaims. That's enough.

I slam the door open and try to explain.

"Steve please just-"

He looks at me disappointed.

"I'm putting you into school." Tony's stern voice is heard.

"Are you crazy?! Have you even talked to Fury?!"

"Yes and no. I'm adopting you. And you're going to school tomorrow."

I didn't want to seem like a normal teenager, sighing and rolling eyes. Instead I took a deep breath, being mature. I cast a look at Steve but he avoids looking me in the eyes.

"Fine." I say through gritted teeth, then raise an eyebrow as I walk out of the room.

"You're still meeting Fury at seven!" Tony's voice echo behind me.

I didn't move from my bed. I couldn't. It was as if I was somehow glued to my covers. I just didn't have the power to stand up. I feel numb, replaying the look on Steve's face in my mind over and over again. We were fine this morning, then this happened. As hour after hour passes I suddenly hear a knock on my door, but don't reply.

"Bella?" Wanda's voice whispers on the other side. "I know you're in there."

I really don't want to talk to her, but as the friend she is, she opens the door anyways. She looks at me with a look I can't quite read.

"Please just go away.." I plead.

"I'm so sorry." she apologizes.

I sit up and look at her confused.

"You didn't do anything, don't be sorry."

She bites her lip and looks at me with guilt.

"I told-"

"WHAT! you told him?!" I ask furiously shaking my head. "How could you?"

"They need to know, it was not safe.." she tries to explain but I cut her off.

"And what about now, huh?! This was not your decision to make!" I shout.

A silence passes between us and I try to do anything but look at her.

"I think you should leave."

"Don't do anything stup.."

"Go. Now." I order her. Wanda walks out of the room and I'm left staring at the clock.

Shit. Fury.

"How did this happen?" Fury asks slightly aggressive, sitting in his black chair on the other side of the desk.

I bite hard on the inside of my cheek and reply:

"Wanda."

"Don't just give me one-word answers, explain!" Fury commands, slightly furious.

"She looked inside my head, apparently found things she didn't wanna see, no surprise." I say avoiding his eyes. "Then she must've told Steve."

Nick sighs loudly.

"Well according to my information Wanda didn't tell Steve, Vision did."

What? Wanda didn't tell Ste-

Nick interrupt my thoughts.

"However, that is not why I called you here."

I raise a questioning eyebrow, slightly tired of his little mysteries. He stands up from his chair and begin to pace around.

"If anybody gets your information, or even finds out that you have information, no one will be safe."

I sit quietly and follow him with my green eyes, silently wondering where he wants to go with this.

"Although Tony can do a lot of idiotic things, I do believe this time, it wasn't idiotic." Nick explains. "Actually Tony 'adopting' you, may save everybody here, including yourself."

He turns to me with his hands behind his back.

"You can have a 'normal' life with a billionaire father, do 'normal' teenage things and get away from this, though still keeping the information safe."

I swallow hard and feel a slight pressure in my chest.

"I understand." I assure him. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, one more thing... Make sure nobody else finds out, and live as you normally would, or rather as if you were a regular celebrity daughter."

I nod and take a deep breath.

"If anything happens. You know how to find me."

"I do." I say as I leave the room.

I see a text from Tony and make my way down to the parking lot, knowing that his expensive car would be waiting there. I spot him sitting in the car wearing his black sunglasses.

"Hi." I sigh quietly as I slump down in the passenger seat.

"Greetings." he says as he hits the gas.

Tony starts to drive me back to the tower and no words are exchanged. He attempts to lighten the mood by putting on Bon Jovi. I raise an eyebrow at him as if to say "really?".

"Yeeze I thought you'd be a cool teenage girl." he jokes.

I sigh and rub my eyes.

"Tony I'm really, really grateful for what you did, but I don't really want to talk right now."

He raises the volume and puts on a puppy face.

"Come on.. you have to sing along with this." he argues. "I know you love this music.."

"Cause I'm wanted, dead or alive!" escapes from the radio.

Tony rolls down the window and starts to scream-sing the lyrics of the Bon Jovi song. A small smile creeps on my face as he fools around more. He notices my smile and screams louder.

"Come on! This is the last chorus before we're home!"

I finally give in and blast into singing together with him.

"Yeah! That's right!" Tony encourages.

"Wanted, dead or alive!" we sing together.

Just like he said we're back in the Stark tower just as the song ends. We step out of the car and into the elevator.

"Tony?"

"Yeah kiddo?" he asks.

I cringe at his nickname but let it go.

"Thank you."

He smiles in response as I start to exit the elevator.

Steve didn't talk to me. He hardly even looked at me, and when he did, all that shone through those beautiful blue eyes was betrayal. Why is he so mad at me? I lied, yes, but for everybody's best. I guess I'm just useless.. I am.

As I lay down in my new bed I promised myself not to cry. I tried not to cry but failed. He was keeping me from thinking about my family. He was actually everything I missed in my previous world. Somehow during these weeks he found a missing piece and...made me complete. As I attempt to sleep I realize that I have to show him wrong. I am strong. I've been through worse.

I don't need him.. Though the strong desire to harm myself is flooding through my brain. Don't do it. Do it. Don't do it. Do it. Shit this isn't Star Wars.

The blade dances across my skin and I feel the relief mix with the slight pain. Drops of crimson blood hit the light wooden floor as I wish to be elsewhere. The familiar regret stings along with the vertical lines across my wrist. Why did I do it?

It's five in the morning. I can't sleep. I just keep staring at the edges in the walls, memorizing the shadows from the lamps. That's enough. I'm not going to lie here like a lazy worm and not do anything. Suddenly feeling the urge to box I dress in a pair of black sweats and a black tank top. I make my way down to the gym floor quietly and bring out the gear. My fists hit the hard punching bag in a fast rhythm.

1. 2. Breathe. 1.2. Breathe. 1.2. Breathe.

I don't know how long I had been going when I notice the quiet breathing of someone else. I turn around and quickly recognize the tall figure leaning against the wall.

"Bucky?" I hear myself call out.

"What are you doing here?" Bucky's rough voice asks.

"I thought it was obvious, I'm starting a turtle race." I reply seriously.

He looks only slightly entertained with my sarcasm. Then I see his eyes dancing across my tight fists and the bruises covering my knuckles. I look up at him and spot the dark circles around his eyes.

"You couldn't sleep either, huh?" I motion for him to come sit with me on the bench.

He sits down next to me and replies with a shake of his head. Bucky seems unsure wether or not to let his guard down as I offer him my water bottle. I see him trying to say something. I quickly realize what it's about.

"So you heard the news?"

"Yeah." he answers. "I did."

I scoff and take a large gulp from my water bottle.

"So what do you think? That I'm a threat?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath and seems to think of a good answer to reply with. Bucky shrugs his shoulders.

"I believe you are a bit misunderstood by this group."

I'm taken back by his statement. I give him a half smile.

"You know.. I'm sorry for what happened to you. It's sounds cliché and super annoying but I really mean it."

Something flickers in his eyes and he opens his mouth to explain something.

"I don't know.. I don't know what happened. I-I just can't seem to remember.."

He zones off and ends up somewhere in his own thoughts.

"They tell me you 'know everything'." he questions. "..Is it true?"

I nod and press my lips together in a thin line.

"I'm afraid of what I might find out.. I keep having these dreams about people and I.. do things to them." he explains.

My heart breaks seeing him this torn up. I just lean in to him and embrace him around his waist. He tenses up at first then embraces me to. He smells strong with a small tint of sweat, though not unpleasant at all.

"I'm here Bucky." I whisper. "I'll always be here."

His grip on me tightens and I let him. We hear somebody close the door loudly and I turn my head to see the familiar blonde spot of hair disappear out of the gym door.

Steve.