Filler chapter! Sorry I was going to post more but I realized I effed up a chapter. I'll get on it soon. Hope you're enjoying. Thanks so much for any reviews, follows, favorites etc!
It's around 5am when I step out of the shower. My head hurts from stress and leftover alcohol. I'm stressed and starving. I head downstairs and stop dead in my tracks when I hear James' door open. Natasha exits the room wearing a T shirt that is clearly not hers. I cover my mouth to keep any sound from coming out. A curse or a sob would escape and wake everyone up. I want to scream I want to yell. I want to pound on his door and let him have a piece of my mind and a taste of my fist. I sit down on my spot at the top of the stairs and calm myself. It could be nothing. I tell myself I am overreacting. I put my head in my hands and breathe in deeply. James had left me and this other person took his place. I was going to leave whether the doctors wanted me to or not. With my stomach in knots I made my way back to my room and packed my clothes.
I hear shuffling outside my door and a light knock. I move to the door and open it. Steve stands there tousled hair and sleepy eyed.
"What are you doing?" He asks
He rubs his eyes. My shoulders drop. Tears well up but I wont cry.
"I can't stay." I answer and let out a huge breath.
"What?" Steve shakes his head. I step out of the way as he enters the room without being invited. I don't mind, it's my best friend. He sits on the bed.
"What happened?" He asks
I don't want to tell him.
"We're not getting along. He's not the same person." I answer
Steve nods. "Neither are you. You're harder."
"Steve!"
"It's true."
I sigh. He was right.
"It doesn't matter. I have to figure out what going on with my serum. I left a message with the doctor." Steve nods. I pause deciding if I should mention to him what I witnessed. "Natasha came from James' room wearing his T-shirt."
Steve's eyes widen and his looks away from me. He shakes his head. He hands go to his hips and he is angry.
"I'm sorry." He finally says.
I pull in a breath through my nostrils and nod.
"You know they could've been talking" He says though I'm not sure which one of us he is trying to convince.
"I know." I say quietly.
He reaches his hand out and I take his is mine. It is smooth and rough and strong and comforting. He squeezes it reassuring me that things will be ok.
"Let's go to bed." He says.
"I'm ready to leave."
He chuckles. "This early? Seriously, no come on."
I sigh. "Steve." I plead
"How many nights did you wake me up?"
"That was different. I needed you. You're very comforting." I say with a smile. He takes the compliment with pride and returns the smile.
"I need you." He says.
I pout but agree. "I'm not sleepy."
He laughs. We wind up in his room as there weren't clothes all over his bed. He turns the light out and I pull off the jeans and bra I was wearing. I join him in bed and he quickly cuddles me making his large frame cover my entire body with his weight. I choke out a laugh and it's good to hear him respond with a laugh. He adjusts his body so his isn't squishing me. I play with his hair until he falls asleep. I lied. I was sleepy. I drifted quickly.