Chapter 6

AN: I am going to start trying to make the chapters longer cause why not :)

"Come on. We can make it out of here!"

"With a sniper on our asses, I don't think so."

"just run as fast as you can. With my help, of course."

"Good luck kiss?"

"Sure you big dofus." He leans down and gives me a soft, but passionate kiss on my lips and I return the favor. "Let's go."

We get out of there as fast as we can, but Scott dies.

The thing is, that is not how it happened. Scott was fine, and just ended up with one minor scar. I killed about ten people in the span of fitteen minutes, as well.

I wake up to Steve shaking me and yelling my name.

"What the hell?!" I think I see why he was shaking me, though. I feel tears on my face and I am sweating like a pig.

Steve's blue eyes are filled with worry and his face says that I scared the living shit outta him. "You were screaming and crying and… You did not seem to be doing well. Simmons got worried and I did too. I came in here and thought you weren't gonna wake up." He wipes the tears off my face, which doesn't help because I continue to cry. "Coulson is out on a mission at the moment, otherwise he would be here."

My emotions decided to flip out at the name 'Coulson' and I start to sob. I fall into Captain America, and he just holds me. He starts to gently rock while putting his strong arms around me and rubs my back.

"Guys, please turn the cameras off." Steve politely asks. I am glad he did because I want to reduce the time they see me this way.

After a while I stop crying, and am just laying there in Steve's arms. I have almost never felt more protected. It seems that every bad thought or thing that comes my way is stopped because of him.

"Do you need to talk?"

"No. Just laying here is good for now."

"Okay. If you do, I will listen."

I nod my head and snuggle deeper into him.

I end up falling back asleep, and when I wake up, I hear Steve quietly humming. I forget it was it was him, though. I Pop up and put my forearm to his throat out of instinct.

"Lillyann!" Steve coughs out. "It's me!"

"Oh my god… I'm so sorry." I take my arm away from his throat and sit on the edge of the bed.

"It's okay. I just wasn't expecting that." His face falls and his eyes turn a slightly deeper blue. What have I done?

I pull on my face. "I didn't mean anything by that. It was just- just instinct. You can go if you want. I don't know how long you were laying here, and anyway, I know you probably don't want to be in the same, closed off room with me since I almost chocked you." I get off the bed and start to walk around. I was looking at the ground because I know I couldn't stand to look in Steve's eyes.

"No, no, no. Lillyann, it's fine. You have no reason to feel bad." I take the chance of looking up and he is standing really close to me.

I take a step back. "You probably should go."

He looks disappointed. "Bye, Lillyann. If you ever need me, I'll be here for you." He walks out the door.

Sometimes I wonder why I am here and why people bother to care about me. All I do is push people away and almost no relationship stays on good terms, if even at all. I start to tear up again and decide that messing with my powers is the best way to go.

I roll up my sleeves and take my hands out of the fists they have been in. I put my right arm out and have my hand facing the wall. I have heard Daisy tell people to stay calm and think about what you want done. I take a deep breath and do exactly that. I want the water to come out of my hand in a slow stream, and it does just that. About every minute I make the water come out harder and harder. After a while, I need to make myself stop because my arm is hurting so much, but I can't just stop. I switch arms and do the same thing.

Again, after a few minutes I have to stop. That wore me out and I am emotionally and physically drained so I take a nap in hopes that it will help.

I don't have any nightmares this time, and am woken up by Simmons softly saying my name.

"Yes?" I say, my voice groggy.

"Fitz and I have made gloves that will hopefully help your arms. Come with me."

I nod my head and blush, she probably saw me messing with my powers and she is so sweet. I push myself off the bed and follow her to the lab.

"Hey, Lillyann! Here are the gloves. They should help with the bruising, pain, and give you more control over your powers. They can turn invisible, change color, and change to match your outfit." Fitz explains. I notice that Coulson is also in here, but I don't acknowledge him, though he basically is my father.

The gloves are the blackest black- matching my mission suit- and go about half way down on the fingers. It would cover about a third of the forearm and there is an open space on the front of the hand with laces crisscrossing over it. I slip the gloves on and they have a perfect fit. They are skin tight- again like my mission suit- but are comfortable. I clench and release my hands in and out of fists, and my fingers and hands can move freely.

"Now try and use your powers. We saw you try and use them and you already have amazing control." I guess Fitz senses that I am hesitant. "Go ahead. You are safe here, you know that." He gives a considerate grin and nods his head.

I raise my right hand, like I did earlier, towards the wall. I take a deep breath, amd focus. I make a stream of water, stop it, and use both hands to make a ball of water.

Everyone in the room is completely shocked. My arms barely hurt anymore, considering everything I have done. I make the water dissolve in the air, almost out of instinct.

"Well, you definitely know how to control your powers!" Simmons exclaims, breaking the silence. "How are your arms feeling?"

"They still hurt, but barely."

"Good. That means that after a couple of weeks, as long as you wear your gloves, your arms should not feel pain. We have to go and do something else, but stay in here as long as you would like. You are free to go home and do missions!"

"Okay, thanks, bye." Socially awkward much. FitzSimmons and Coulson walk out the door talking about another mission, that I apparently am not a part of.

I stay in here and mess around with the awesome tools they have. When I was younger, I actually was interested in being a scientist or a horse trainer, but that, obviously, all changed. I see all the different cells they have: mine, Inhumans, and regular humans. I notice that mine are more like Inhumans, but do not exactly match up.

I hear a voice come from behind me. "What-cha looking at?"

I jump out of my chair, punch the man straight in the nose, push him against the table and hold a piece of glass against his throat. For all that, it ends up being Steve. Also, I notice the gloves have a good grip on them without them having rubber grips.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Steve." I take a step back and put the galss down.

"Lillyann, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You-"

"I am not ashamed, I am annoyed that I do not have enough self control to know when I am safe and that I have been through enough shit to have to always turn to violence for nothing. Goodbye now."

I walk out of the room and hear him mumble, "Can I ever talk to her?" And for some reason that makes me chuckle.

I head to my apartment because I haven't been there in, who knows how long, and when I get there I fall on my bed and try for a good days sleep.

When I wake up, it is dark outside and the clock reads "1:21 AM." I notice there is a light on in the living room. I take my gun, that I keep under my pillow, and push the door open. I jump into my living room and have my gun pointing at anything and everything ready to shoot. I see the figure on the couch, point my gun at it, and it jumps up.

"Lillyann, it's me."

I realize that I don't have my glasses on, so everything was blurry and I could not see. "Who?"

"Steve."

"Oh, okay. Let me just go get my glasses." I still have my gun pointing at him as I walk backwards into my room. I see a blob on the bedside table and grab it, hoping it's my glasses. Luckily it is. I put them on, and put my gun back under my pillow when I see it is Steve. He stayed in the living room, by the couch, with a relaxed posture. "Sorry dude, couldn't see." I let put a nervous laugh. "How did you get in here anyway?"

"Blair let me in. I wanted to check up on you, but when I came you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you."

"Of course she let you in." I mumble. "Well, thanks for thinking of me. Want to stay for a while?" I am hoping he says yes because I could use the company. I usually don't like social interaction but I have been locked up in a bland room for a while, not really seeing anyone, so I am up for it. I would call Blair over and have Steve leave, but knowing her she would say no so there is the slightest bit of chance that there would be something happening between us.

"Oh, sure." His cheeks turn a slight shade pf pink when he says that and it is adorable. "Do you not wanna sleep though?"

"Nah. I mean, I could always use sleep, but I came home at 12PM and passed out on my bed. I also slept a ton at SHEILD, but you can go if you want."

"No, I'm good here. I was just making sure." He does this smirk that I am not exactly sure what it means. It seemed to be a mix between happy and shy.

"Cool. Want anything to drink?" I head to the kitchen, and reach in the cabinet for the bottle of Kentucky Bourbon and a glass.

I feel his eyes watching me as I move. I turn to look at him because he still has not responded. I raise an eyebrow and he finally replies. "I'll have whatever you are having."

"You sure, old man? This stuff can be pretty strong for some people." I reach up and grab another glass from the cabinet, waiting for his response.

"Yep."

"Okay brave boy." I pour the bourbon in both glasses, then sigh at my decision. I manage to carry both glasses, and the bottle to the living room without spilling, dropping, or breaking anything. "Here we go." I set the bottle and one glass on the table, taking the other one for myself. I plop down on the other end of the couch and just sit there staring at the wall.

"So, how do you feel with the gloves?"

"Huh? Oh, better." I am attempting not to make this awkward, but it is not working too well.

"Tell me about yourself, I wanna get to know you."

That makes me snort. Me talking about myself. Ha! "Good try. There isn't much to know."

"Well, considering you are SHEILD's best undercover agent at age 22, you must have a lot to tell."

"I don't want to talk about me." I mumble. I gulp down the rest of the bourbon in my cup and do a refill.

"You sure? Is there anything bothering you?"

"I'm sure, okay? What about you? Want to talk about your memories, good and bad? I didn't think so. Want to watch a movie?" I almost kept talking but got distracted by the James Bond disc laying in front of the TV. I'm pretty sure the alcohol and the fact that it is two AM is getting to me.

Steve looks shocked. "Sure, which movie? "He leans forward, setting his glass on the table and puts his elbows on his knees.

"I was thinking a James Bond movie because it was the first one I saw, and you probably haven't seen them."

"Yeah, haven't seen them."

"Cool…" I start to drag out my words and keep refilling my glass. I really need to stop drinking. I hop up and set the movie up.

When it's all done, I come back to the couch and reach for the bottle but Steve takes it. "I think that is enough for tonight."

"One, it is morning, not night, and two, why?" I whine.

"You're drunk, Lillyann."

"So? Give it." I hold out my hand.

"No." He does a smile that is so adorable, and it seems like he is asking for a fight. Isn't everything about him adorable, though?

I quickly roll on him, in a straddle position, and push his arms against the wall. I get close to his face and ask, "Now you wanna give me the bottle?"

He looks completely shocked but says, "Sure… but can I have my arm back?"

"Oh, yeah." I let go of arms and he hands me the bottle in return. I roll off of him and get comfortable on the other side of the couch and continue drinking. Sometime, while the movie is still playing, I fall asleep. I feel a blanket being laid on me, and I cuddle into it dreaming about past.

I head back to my apartment to sleep on my couch. Yes, I have a bed, I just have a great love for my couch. Once I get there, I see Steve leaning against Lillyann's doorframe, arms crossed, and looking at the ground?

"What are you doing here at 9 at night?"

"Wanted to check on Lillyann, but she won't answer the door."

I chuckle because he won't leave the poor girl alone. "Okay, I'll let you in." I take the orange and blue key from my keychain and unlock her door. "There ya go. Have a good night." I wink at him and he shakes his head as he walks into her apartment.

I go into my own apartment, and lay on the couch. I turn on the news so I can have noise as I fall asleep for a good nights rest.