Chapter 10

"Have you heard about Steve Rogers?"

"As in Captain America?"

"Yes, I believe you must have heard that he was found and the man has been frozen in the ice for almost 70 years, I want you to help him adapt."

"What do you mean with adapt?"

"You know. Tell him how do this century works, you know, easy was cake."

"I will do it, but you find out what to tell to my father and Blaine."

"Don't worry about it, you plan leaves in 2 days and don't worry about Kurt, I like the kid." He says to me and I can't help but smile.

I wake up with the bedroom of Steve's apartment. The smell of pancakes makes me get up faster. I put a simple green summer dress and my hair in a ponytail.

"Nat, I'm going." I say looking at the spy.

"Well, good lucky in the big apple to do whatever you will go." She says as she hugs me.

"Don't worry Nat, you have nothing to worry about." I say to her as we hug.

"Have fun you need it." She whispers to me and I could feel the double meaning of the sentence.

"I have fun, just not that type of fun at least in a while." I say as we apart.

"Well, a secret between us, you are the hottest woman I ever seen go get some." She says and we laugh.

Have fun, sure I did it. Time in New York wasn't that bad, wasn't bad at all. Sure I didn't have sex but that didn't mean I didn't have fun.

After finish getting ready I walk in direction to the kitchen. When I get to the door I see him only wearing his pajama pants, with his back turn to me as he cook. Damn this is a vision. I see him cooking for a while and I decide to make myself noticed.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." He says to me with a smile and I can help but melt. Damn his smile and his eyes.

"I see that you cooked me breakfast."

"Yes. I hope you like it." He says.

"I always like it. You are a very good cooker." I say and I give him a little kiss.

We sit in front of each other and start eating.

"So what do you want to do in your last day?"

"I want to see the central park one last time.

We walk around the central park in direction to our special place hand in hand.

"I will miss you." He says when we sit. Damn it I almost forgot after the amazing breakfast and walking around the park laughing or just looking at everyone. I forget that I leave today and now I kind of not want to leave.

"I will miss you too but you can visit me, right?" I ask him.

"Of course, every time that it is possible I will go visit you." He gives me a soft kiss. I love the way that everything he kisses me I feel butterflies on my stomach.

"I will try to come visit you too." I say to him. "Not get too distracted with the beautiful women in Manhattan."

"They have nothing on you." He says with his eyes on mine and I can help but smile.

We just stay like that for a couple of minutes. My head on his chest and his one of his arm around me while he plays with my hair and my face and I breathe the amazing hair of New York and the amazing smell of Steve Rogers.

"What time is the flight?" He asks me and I could see a little sadness in his voice.

"I have another 5 hours before I have to be in the airport. Steve, I have to go talk with someone do you mind, I will meet you at the apartment before I leave?"

"Of course, don't worry about me. I will be at the apartment." He says kissing me one more time.

"So this is what you want for your life, you are turning NYADA down because you want to work for S.H.I.L.D."

"For the first time I am doing something that I want, not something to make you proud because we both know that you will never be."

"How can I? What did you do in your life to earn that?"

"I start dancing when I was 3. I join gymnastic to that when I was 8. I spend hours and hours dancing because you wanted me to be better than all the other girls, who were 2 years older than me. Most girls were playing with dolls while I practice, but you only see yourself." I end up screaming at her.

"So let's kill bad guys maybe that will make sense."

"I don't kill people. I will work in the art department and undercover. Something I actually enjoy since I was young."

"Whatever you say Scarlett, but you aren't better than them."

"I am not, but so aren't you. Why you so angry all the time, are you so angry that dad loves Natasha that now you decided to hate the world."

"I don't care what woman or assassin your father decides to sleep with."

"Of course you don't but don't worry there is nothing going on, yet. But he really cares for her more than you care for me."

I walk into the school, NYADA, the best of the best as I remember the last 'conversation' I had with my dear mother. I go straight to the dance class where I listen to her talk about how bad the students are. I feel sorry for then, she could be worse than Sylvester sometimes. When she sees me she sends the students home saying that she is I quote 'tired of your excuse of a dancing' and more terrible worlds

"You know sometimes being nice doesn't hurt." I say to her as she is in the other side of the room getting her stuffs on her bag.

"So what are you here to tell me, that I am a bad mother because I am not the nicest person in the world?"

"If our problems would resolve just by me accepting that you are a bitch sometimes, we would have more than 2 conversations for year."

"So what bring you here?"

"Honestly I have no idea, maybe the idea of dancing in the dance classroom of the biggest performing arts school." I say with sarcasm in my voice.

"You are more like me that you think you are." She says to me.

"Unfortunately." I say looking at her; it was true; there is no denying on that.

"But how is your dancing. Do you still can do something out of a routine?" She asks me after drinking a bottle of water.

"You haven't seen me dancing since I was 13. I'm 21, I learn a few tricks but I know nothing that will be as better as Cassandra July dancing routines."

"Tell me really what do you want of your life? Because the 13-year-old I remember wanted to be a Broadway actress, be a star, show the world her talent."

"She grew up and faced the true. Maybe its family you know the idea of failing the change of being a Broadway star. You can't take the pass back and we can't take back the messed up relationship we have. I'm living today I'm going back to Lima." I say turning and walking in direction to the doors.

"You didn't have to tell me that." She says to me.

"I know. I didn't but you still my mother." I say leaving the room.

Sorry for the deleting I didn't know why but I felt that I should have changed the history. Now it is Rachel and Steve. I hope you all don't mind and I am sorry for taking so long to update and thank you all for your