Authors Note; Alright kiddos, I'm so so so so soooooo sorry for taking 435292 years to get this chapter out. I'm also sorry that its tiny. I haven't had any motivation to write this story, and also, with Endgame coming up, I don't know how Korie's story will end. Hopefully good, anyway, if you could review this story, It would help me out a ton and maybe push me to write more.
Alright, lets get into this chapter!
I sat on my couch, nervously twiddling my fingers. Captain America was coming to live with me, that day! I had put on a nice blouse and skirt. And I had even put on a little makeup. I wanted to make a good impression, but I had no idea how. The past two days, I had spent most of my free time cleaning, and making sure everything would be okay for him.
Coulson called me earlier, and told me that and agent was taking him over. Ever since, I was sitting on the couch. To nervous to play games, or eat, or sleep, or do anything. So I just sat on the couch.
It was another 20 minutes until there was I knock on my door. I shot up and dashed for the door. But stopped myself before opening it. I composed myself. And opened the door.
Standing there was an agent, with a very tall and muscular man, Captain America. I smiled at them. "Hello."
"Rogers, Korie" the agent nodded from him to me, then back "Korie, Rogers"
"Hi." He said. And held out his hand for me to shake it, I did.
"Come in," I told them and moved out of the way. Captain America came in, but the agent stayed outside.
"I have work to do," they told me, "be nice." And left. I closed the door behind them and turned to see Captain America standing in my apartment, looking around. He was really handsome, I didn't want to think that way, but damn.
"Hey," I walked up to him, "make yourself at home."
He was quiet.
"Um," I said, a little awkward, "do you want to see your bedroom?"
"Okay." He simply said, I lead him over to his room, which I had decorated. It had looked really plain before, so I spruced it up a bit with plants and a radio, so he could listen to any of the music he wanted.
"I hope you like it," I said as he explored his new room, "I didn't really know what to put in here."
"It's great."
"Well," I said, inching towards the door, "I'm making spaghetti for dinner tonight, sooooooo—"
"Korie." I stopped, and looked back over at him.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry," he told me.
"What?" I asked, taken aback, "Why?"
"I'm so not used to this," he said, "I've been through so much, and now, there are so many things I don't understand. So many things that are different. I don't know if I can do this."
"Hey hey hey," I said, walking over to him, "you CAN do it. And I'm here to help you."
"But why?" He asked, "why are you helping me?"
"I-I" I paused, thinking it over. "So, I'm going to tell you something, please don't hate me."
"Why would I hate you," He turned and looked at me.
"I did something bad," I told him, turning my eyes to the ground, "something that got me a place in a cell. I stayed here for awhile, and I was sure that I was a good person, I earned the trust of the right person. And I got out, I got here. Now I'm under servalace, and I'm still trying to show that I'm good. But sometimes. I don't know."
"So you're doing this to get on a good side." He started to turn away from me
"That's not the whole reason." I said quickly, "I've never had friends, I just recently got the trust of someone that I feel is my friend, but I don't know if he feels the same. And I thought that with a roommate, I could get a friend."
"A friend?"
"Yeah."
He turned around and walked over to me, "I don't hate you."
"Thanks."
"I think," he said, "I might need a friend too. Seen as the other ones are probably dead."
"You know what?" A smile creeped onto my face.
"What?"
"I should show you Mario Kart."
"Mario Kart?" He asked.
"It's one of the greatest games ever."
"Oh boy." I dragged him out of his room and over to the couch. He sat down and watched me as I grabbed the controllers. I sat next to him and turned on the tv and Wii
"Here is your controller," I handed the controller over to him, and pointed out how each button works. Once he nodded telling me he understood, I opened the game. "Okay, now you pick a character." He picked Toad, saying 'looks like me.' He did not look like Toad. I picked Yoshi, 'cause hes the best. I selected Moo Moo meadows for our map, because it's easy and I'm the bomb at it. And we raced.
He was actually pretty good, at first he didn't understand the buttons, then when he got the hang of it, he became my biggest competitor. We sat and played it for hours, probably longer than we should've. He was having so much fun, and I loved to see the look in his eye when he won, it made me angry, yet it filled me with pride. Finally, once I looked at a clock, I realized it was past midnight, and we had spent the whole time together playing Mario Kart.
I stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Alright, I think it's time for bed!"
"Yeah, probably the best idea," He stood and stretched, "that was fun,"
"Hell yeah it was," I cheered, and walked down the hall, yawning I said, "I'm going to hit the hay, tell me if you need anything."
"Oh hey!" I stopped me, "I-I uh, I have nightmares, is there a good place to take out my aggression?"
"Dude," i smiled, "I've got the place for you." I quickly explained to him about the older boxing facility down the street from our apartment, and tossed him the keys. "Let yourself in quietly, and give the nearest camera you see the okay sign, then do whatever you need to calm down." I yawned again, "Good night."
"Good night," He told me, I turned and walked into my room, flopping onto my bed with a sigh, today had been good.
The Same Day
I had been jolted awake by a knocking at my door, "Ah! Who is it?"
"Director Nick Fury," Fury said, staying behind my door, "DO I have permission to enter your room?"
"Yes sir," I told him, grabbing my sweatshirt. He opened the door and walked inside, I sat up in bed. "What's the matter?"
"Where is Steve Rogers?"
"He's not in his room?"
"No," Fury told me, "I looked there first."
"Bathroom?"
"There too."
"Oh!" I bounced off of my bed, realizing where Steve went, "He's at the boxing place down the street!"
"And why," Fury started to ask, "Is he there?"
"I gave him the key," I said, "He told me that he got nightmares and it's a good place to take out aggression."
"Okay," He nodded curtly and stepped back outside of my room, starting to walk down the hall.
"Wait!" I caught up to him, "Why do you need him?"
"He is needed for a mission."
"Already?" I asked in disbelief, he had just got here. How could he leave so quickly?
"Yes."
"What is it?" I couldn't help but ask.
"We have located a war starting criminal with a powerful object that could destroy the world," He surprisingly told me, "YOu two are going to go stop him."
"Me too?"
"Yes," He told me, turning back to face me, "I just decided that now, don't mess this up rookie."
"Never!"
"Go get ready," he said, "I'll go get Rogers, and then you two will meet us back at the helicarrier. Think you can handle that?"
"Yes sir," I gave him a nod, he nodded back, and left. I dashed into my room and got my stuff together. Putting into the only duffle bag I could find. Filling it with everything I might need. Trying to keep myself from getting too excited.
As soon as I was done, I went and sat in the living room, waiting for Steve to come back.