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Night's On Fire - David Nail

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Night's On Fire

She's a seat laid back, a boy's dream
Drawin' hearts in the window steam
She's a gettin' you right, knows what you like
And pours it on like gasoline

June 24th, 2012

"I look ridiculous!"

Becca rolled her eyes from her seat on the other side of the dressing room door where Steve was locked inside. "You're being ridiculous."

"You'd think differently if you saw this monstrosity." Steve's voice was high but rough, clearly looking at himself in mirror and hating what he was seeing.

"Then open the damn door and let me see!" She smiled at the old woman that past with a disdain look on her face from her exaggeration.

"Not gonna happen."

"Steven-"

"-Don't Steven me!" He fought right back with her. A fight that they had been having all day.

It was his idea, he wanted to get new clothes, so she agreed on giving him a hand. She had a feeling it was going to be a bit of a challenge, but not to the point they were at now. It was the fifth store they were in and her ice coffee had run dry two stores ago. Not to mention it was nearing the end of June, so the heat and the population of NYC had turned up.

Becca didn't reply this time, only picking at the frayed ends of her jean shorts. In all honesty she should probably grab some new pairs for herself since she lived in them even into fall with thigh highs or stockings. But today wasn't about her, it was about the man who was actually only 27 and figuring his style out in this new century.

"Did you leave?" Steve asked from behind the door still only getting silence in return. "Becca?"

She figured if she stayed quiet, he would get anxious and want to check if she was still there, getting her win in him opening the door. And ding ding ding, she was correct when the door pulled open just enough for him to poke his head out.

"Took you long enough." She smiled up at him, legs and arms crossed, knowing she won.

His eyebrows narrowed down, the glare ever present. "You did this on purpose."

"I don't know why you expect anything different anymore. Now open the door and give me a turn." Her finger twirled around in front of her to get him to spin.

She couldn't see much, but she did see his shoulders deflate and his head drop back. Just wishing the ceiling would open wide and suck him into the sky at this point. With one final breath, Steve opened the door, finally allowing her to see the outfit. And he was right. He wore a graphic tee and too baggy jeans on his tall frame and it just didn't look right.

"See! This was a horrible decision." His long finger pointed at the uneasy face she made.

"Umm…" Becca held a hand over her mouth, eyes taking everything in. Especially with the new hairstyle he had been sporting, it just wasn't working, and she couldn't think of something constructive to say. About a week ago he had shown up at the diner to meet her for lunch with a dramatic haircut. Well to anyone else it wouldn't have been, but for Steve it was another huge step.

He immediately asked if she hated it, fingers running through the front which now spiked out with some product. This was the longest section now, the sides and back nearly buzzed to his head and then swooped forward on the top. She did not hate it at all, in fact she thought he looked even more handsome than normal. No longer having it fall in his eyes.

"Okay, I'm changing and we're leaving." Steve's hands flopped against his sides in annoyance with a heavy sigh. He didn't even let her answer before turning on his heel and locking himself back in the tiny room.

Her teeth began gnawing on her bottom lip, feeling absolutely horrible about the situation. Even with all of the things he has missed out on, Steve had a good understanding of moving forward. He quickly caught on to technology and more that Becca had shown him. Things that he could study & memorize came naturally, it was the cultural influence on himself that came as an issue.

His jaw was back to clenched as the tall soldier exited the dressing room, stack of clothes in hand that he gently placed on the return rack. Even in the element of annoyed, Steve still was considerate enough to place the clothes there, instead of how most people just leave them in the small room for the employees to figure out on their own. Noticing he wasn't stopping, Becca grabbed her bag and stalked after him, the bag finally coming across her chest as the two made it outside.

The hot and humid air immediately caught them off guard instead of the steady air conditioning from the previous store, but they kept moving. She wasn't fully aware of where Steve was leading them since they decided to do their shopping trip, or lack thereof, in SoHo for the day. It was a bit less crowded in the Thursday afternoon. So it wasn't like he could just take a quick few blocks and be back at his apartment.

That's when a store up ahead caught her attention. She had an idea, possibly something to help him rather than throw him further under the bus. Just as they were about to walk past, Becca grabbed the taller man's arm, getting him to stop with a pull. He gave her a wondering look before looking up at the store and back at her, exhaustion written across his face.

"Just hear me out." Becca held her hands up in defense. "This is the last store of the day, just let me pick a few things out for you to try. If you don't like it, we'll leave straight away. I'll even take you to a vinyl store for you to get some more records." She used that as the cherry on top knowing he's been looking to get more into his collection since buying the record player.

She could almost see his lips purse in thought, but Steve played it off an emotionless face as he looked from the store to her again. Really thinking it over.

"Where's the record store?"

Becca laughed with an eye roll to accompany it. "It's up by Washington Square Park. Next to a place that sells the most delicious cupcakes."

"How do I know you're not just making it up to get some cupcakes?"

"Because I go there a lot to get my dad records."

Steve's brow line crinkled in surprise. "Your dad collects?"

"Yeah, I always grab him something for holidays or birthdays. He says it's his way of staying in touch with reality, I say it's the one thing he enjoys without digital modifications. He won't admit it though." She shrugged, happy to talk about her father and something the two had in common. "So, do you trust me?"

Another deep breath followed by a "fine" escaped his lips, almost long enough for her to already grab his arm and drag him into the store. The two road the escalator up to the second floor where the men's section was located. Becca left him on his own, letting him look for things on his own, but she was on a mission. After the multiple style choices today and just knowing who Steve was, the young brunette believed she had an idea to make him feel a bit more blended in with the world.

She grabbed shirts, jackets, jeans, pants, and just about anything that caught her eye. She went for simple. Plain essential colored shirts that could be mixed and matched with any pants. Blues, Blacks, Whites, Greys. If anything came out of the earlier stores, she at least knew what sizes to grab. Steve's eyes all but fell out of his head at seeing the overflowing basket in her hand.

"This was a bad idea."

Becca tufted at his words before pushing him towards the dressing room. They picked the one again with a bench right outside, so she could sort out the clothing for him to try on. Pushing an outfit into his arms, she watched him once again lock himself away with a deep sigh. She knew he was beyond tired of this, but maybe a little help this time around could change his perspective.

"Well?" She called out, while she was laying out further outfits for him.

"I...I don't know." His voice was muffled this time.

"Can I see? Please?" Her voice softer than it had been all day, knowing he was in a different mindset too. She gnawed on her lower lip as the door clicked open, slowly producing Steve's form from the other side.

Steve's hand flopped at his side, looking down at himself before up at her. "This is it."

"I like it." A wide smile slowly formed over her face taking in the small details and seeing how well it fit on him.

His eyebrows shot up on his forehead, surprised by her thoughts. "Really?"

A nod was followed by her eyes still looking at him up and down. He wore a white, round neck t-shirt with a pair of medium wash jeans that were slim fit, sitting tight against his hips but was only slightly loose in his legs. It was simple, but it just felt right on him.

"You look great." She stood from her seat, eyes finally dropping from his form to grab more clothes in his hand. "What do you think?"

He stayed quiet, a hand reaching up to sweep hair off his forehead that no longer hung there. His nervous tick that he no longer had to use in situations. Instead, Steve let his body meld with how Becca pushed him back into the room to stand in front of the mirror, having no choice but to look himself over now. He had to admit for the first time since they started this long process this morning, he felt somewhat comfortable in the clothing.

Becca stood behind his shoulder, watching his face as he looked himself over. She was almost desperate for him to feel comfortable. His next step of finding a place in this new world. His face wasn't emotionless but wasn't hating it. It was almost a look of understanding.

"So, then you could layer it up." The brunette broke the silence. She held up a blue flannel that he pulled on over his shoulders, first styling it open then buttoned up.

Steve only nodded at the suggestions she was giving him but wasn't reluctant. The sound of her phone ringing in her bag took them both y surprise. Becca rushed out of the small room to grab the item, seeing Eve's picture on the screen.

"Here, try these." She shoved a few more clothing items in his arms before answering. "Hey there." Becca spoke into the phone, eyes watching the man in front of her once again disappear behind the door.

"Happy Birthday eve!" Eve's bright voice floated through the other end of the phone.

The other girl sat back on her bench with an eye roll that she couldn't see. She had almost forgot about her birthday but leave it to her best friend to remember. "Hello to you too, Evelyn."

"Rude, Rebecca."

"What's going on?"

"You're coming out with me tomorrow night." Becca was about to respond before Eve cut in again. "And before you try to come up with a lame excuse, as your best friend it is my duty to get you through your quarter life crisis."

Becca pinched the bridge of her nose at the thought of her 25th birthday. After a hell of a beginning of this year she wanted to play it down. She had to almost beg her father and Pepper to not drop everything they had been working on to come out to New York. She wasn't up to it. But, maybe, something small with her best friend wouldn't be too bad.

"What did you have in mind?"

She had to pull the phone away from her ear as Eve's squeal of excitement rang through. "Oh my god! I'm so excited. I reserved a table at that country bar up on 51st street you like. You, me, Cora, and I'm expecting you to bring Steve."

At the mention of the latter, Steve opened the door. This time stepping out in a pair of dark wash jeans and a royal blue shirt that made his eyes pop. Another outfit that made Becca grin and give him a thumbs up.

"What time?" The young Stark asked as she watch him pull on a black bomber jacket on his own accord.

"I'm thinking 9ish. We'll meet you guys there."

Becca agreed, finishing up the details before throwing the phone back in her bag.

"Eve?" Steve asked, standing in the doorway.

"Mhmm." She nodded, contemplating her next words. "She's inviting us to go out with her and Cora tomorrow night."

The soldier's eyebrows raised at the invitation. It almost sounded like a double date to him, yet he knew that the two of them were simply friends. "What's the occasion?"

Becca huffed out a deep breath, eyes watching other people come and go from the dressing area before looking back at him. "Promise to not overreact?"

"You know, you say that to me an awful lot." His arms crossed against his broad chest.

She said it because he tended to overthink almost everything she took her time telling him. "Tomorrow is my birthday."

Becca watched as his eyes grew wide and jaw clenched, holding back the questions he so wished to exclaim. Like, for example, why she hadn't told him in the first place. Steve opened his mouth but was quickly stopped by the glare and finger pointed at him.

"As I was saying, she got us a table at a bar and wants you to come if you're up for it."

A night out is something he hadn't done yet. And sure, he was a bit apprehensive but it was for her birthday, quite literally the least he could do. "Guess we have to get me an outfit."

June 25th, 2012

The amount of times she had sat in this chair with a looming thought of unknown sitting above her head was getting over the number of fingers she could count on. But here she sat in the metal chair across from Director Fury in his office, the right summer sun reflecting around them through the walls of windows.

"Am I here for you to tell me I'm back on missions?" Tugging at the business skirt she wore as Becca crossed her legs. This is the best she could do for the blistering heat outside and be business appropriate.

"Not quite." The man drummed his fingers against he desk, sitting back in his chair.

"I'm getting antsy, sir."

"You and Romanoff don't know how to sit still." Fury shook his head. Clearly the redhead was putting up her own fight. "I actually called you in to explain a proposition from Washington."

That got her to sit up straight in her seat. "To meet with Secretary Pierce?"

Fury took a moment to respond. "To meet with the World Security Council."

That was not something she expected to come out of his mouth. "Sir?"

"They have been wanting to meet with you since the battle but I have been delaying it to the best of my ability. But it seems my authority has run out."

"What do they want?" It must be some type of importance if they have been scheduling a meeting for two months.

"I'm not entirely sure." The Director leaned his elbows against the desk. "But I believe it has something to do with your position and your family name."

"Why can't we just do it here? Why do I have to go to D.C.?"

"They don't want me to be there to be bias of your opinion. They think I'll sway you."

Becca bit her lip, fingers pulsing on the chair arms, holding control to not fiddle with a knife. "You know I'm uneasy since they sent the nuke."

"I think if you weren't, I'd be more concerned. Just go hear what they have to say. You are smart. You'll know what to do." Fury watched as the young girl deeply thought about what was to come.

"When?"

"In the next couple of days. Maybe...take the Captain with you."

She was surprised by his suggestion, but all she could think of was the problems with that. "But Ross-"

"Let me take care of Ross. I think it would be good for the both of you to get out of the city for a bit. Plus, I know there is someone in D.C. that Rogers is dying to see." His one eye narrowing in on her, knowing very well of her visit with Peggy Carter.

"Guess I wasn't as good at hacking as I thought back then." Becca smirked, not even denying it.

"I'll let Pierce know you'll be down within the week."

She nodded as she got up from her seat, knowing this as the end of the conversation. But one thing hanging in her mind was making her turn from the door one last time. "Sir, what if I don't agree with what they have to say?"

Director Fury sat back in his chair again, lips pursed. "You do what you believe is right, no matter the consequences."

The spy let those words sink in before turning and finally exiting the office. As she walked through the halls there was less staring this time then the first days after the battle of New York. For Barton, Romanoff, and herself it went from STRIKE Teams to Avengers. Ranking that hadn't existed before them.

Making her way down to the STRIKE offices, Becca couldn't help but tense at the door open at the end of the hall. A person she used to call a close friend, not just colleague, that neither had spoken to since the incident. Becca pulled her shoulders back and gained the courage to get this over with.

She was thankful to see he was alone in the office, reading through papers scattered on his desk. The simple knock on the door had him looking up at her.

"Bex…" Garrett's word was breathless, clearly not expecting her to be there. "Hi."

"Hey." She smiled softly. "Can I come in?"

"Of course." The man stood up, hands closing some folders. "I didn't think you were back yet."

"I'm technically not. Fury asked me to come down for a meeting." Her hands played with her fingers as a distraction. "New mission?"

"Possibly." He nodded, looking at the papers before back at her. "Some problems in Indonesia."

There had never been this awkwardness between the two and now she was beyond regretting ever allowing her feelings for him to take shape. It wasn't a good idea to get involved with someone you worked closely with.

"Look, I just wanted to apologize for everything that's happened with us." She finally was able to look him in the eye. "I should have just explained to you-"

"-No, I shouldn't have acted the way I did." Garrett's fingers pushing into his chest. "I was so worried about you during the battle and thinking we ended things the way we did." HIs sentence trailed off but Becca understood. "I'm just really glad you're okay."

"Are we okay?" She whispered.

"We're more than okay."

The tension left her shoulders finally. It was a step forward, something the both of them needed.

"Happy Birthday, by the way." He smiled wide at her knowing she got embarrassed by the attention.

"Thanks." She simply rolled her eyes. "So, a couple of us are headed to Utah's tonight, Eve's idea. If you wanted to stop by…"

Garrett nodded, hands stuffed in his pockets. "I'm supposed to be going out with some friends tonight, so I'll make sure to stop by. Get you your yearly shot."

A blush surrendered to her cheeks as she laughed. "Sounds like a plan. See you later."

"Bye, birthday girl."

After a good reconciliation she wasn't expecting to literally walk into the lion's den on the way out. Or so she thought.

"Sorry." Becca apologized after brushing shoulders with none other than Brock Rumlow himself.

"No problem." The man brushed it off, not attacking her for it and eve saying more. "Nice work in New York, Bex."

She barely had any time to react before he walked away. "Thanks?" It was odd and she was confused having never had one nice thing said to her by the STRIKE Captain before. Things truly were different in that building.

"To Becca, 25 years young even though one could swear she was an 80 year old women who likes to stay home and knit with her 8 cats."

"Jesus Christ." Said girl dropped her head into her hand at Eve's 'cheers'. The words getting a small chuckle out of Steve and Cora on either side of her.

"We are beyond lucky to have you in our lives because you are a goddamn queen. Cheers to you my beautiful best friend!" Eve finished her speech and raised her shot glass in the air to signal the rest of them. The foursome quickly knocked back the liquid, the taste of tequila burning down each of their throats.

"Oh god!" Cora groaned, quickly grabbing a lime trying get rid of the taste in her mouth as soon as possible. "Did you pick the lowest bottle possible?"

"I ain't got the cash for higher bottle service, sorry not sorry." Eve dropped her own discarded lime in her empty glass. "Next time I'll be sure to flirt my way for a better priced bottle." The words got a glare from her girlfriend.

Becca and Steve only eyed each other, sipping down their drinks to avoid the drama between the couple. They had only been there for about a half hour by now. Steve had picked Becca up from her place with a beautiful bouquet of hydrangeas and she was gaga at the sight. The two decided to grab a cab to the bar and met Eve and Cora outside. The place was already packed at 9pm, but then again it was a Friday night.

A loud guitar solo began through the room grabbing a lot of people's attention, including Cora's. "Can we go dance please?" She was already out of her seat, grabbing her girlfriend's hand.

"Bec? Steve?" Eve looked at the two as she jumped off her seat.

"We're good for now, go ahead." Becca brushed them off, giving Steve the easy way out. The two watched them get sucked into the crowd.

"You can go you know." Steve spun his glass of beer on the wooden, high table.

"Nah, I'm good. Not tipsy enough for that yet." She turned away from the scene to give Steve her full attention now, taking a sip of her own drink, a mint mojito. "So, question."

"Yes, ma'am."

She leaned forward, elbow resting on the table to hold her chin up. "How'd you know I love hydrangeas?"

He shrugged, clearly playing it off with a drink of his beer. "Lucky guess."

"You're so full of shit."

"What? I knew you love flowers from the amount you have around your apartment-"

"-Who told you?" The smile was still present even as she cut him off, finding it adorable to watch him panic through a thought.

Steve leaned forward himself now, arms crossed on the table, so they were closer together at their adjacent seats. "You're trouble, you know that."

"Who told you?" Becca's sung it out, truly getting under his skin.

With one last sigh, he finally answered. "Pepper."

"See, was that so hard?" She laughed at his own glare now. "So...you talked to Pepper. Interesting."

"Well someone gave me no knowledge in advance of today's specialness, so I needed to someone's help ASAP. Seems like you were trying to downplay today to everyone with what she was saying." He finally got to say what he's been wanting to since yesterday when he originally found out. "So I called Pepper, desperate for something. I know it's small-"

"-It's not." Her brown locks shook with her head as the curls played against her shoulders. "I don't like crazy gifts or expensive things. It was by far the best birthday present I've gotten."

Steve only nodded, eyes losing contact with her own as the blush surfaced on his neck from the new red flannel he had bought yesterday.

"So, I had my meeting with Fury today." She changed the subject to get him out of the hot water.

"R-right." He cleared his throat, sweaty hands wiping against his jeans. "How'd that go?"

"Well, I'm expected in D.C. within the week." Becca pushed some hair behind her ear, feeling the uneasiness of the conversation she had earlier coming back.

"For what?" Those blue eyes widening at the thought of her leaving.

"The World Security Council wants to meet with me and Fury doesn't even know why. And I'm slightly freaking out." She admitted, guzzling down more of her drink. Steve didn't even know what to say at the surprise admission, knowing their feelings were mutual for the group after the battle. "Want to make the trip with me?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, why not? We can make a road trip out of it. Explore some places along the way."

He didn't even have to think about it. "Yes."

She was shocked by his quick response. "Really?"

"Absolutely." He was excited to get out of the city for a bit to see more of the world, but also just wanted to accompany her for whatever would come out of this meeting.

"Well that was easy." She laughed, finally sitting back in her seat.

A road trip for the two of them would truly test where this friendship was going. But now she had something else to plan and look forward to that wouldn't take up her worried brain before or after the meeting.

Steve took a deep drink of his beer, eyes floating around the bar before going back to Becca. Her finger tapped against her glass, shoulders moving with the music, and eyes watching the crowd dancing. Clearly itching to get out there but not wanting to leave him alone.

"Go dance."

The brunette's locks spun around her head as she looked back at him with wide eyes. "What? No, I'm good."

He rolled his eyes, but a small hint of a smile was on his lips. "I'm a big boy, I can be by myself. Promise not to talk to strangers." Steve's laugh was loud as she pushed his shoulder roughly. "Go dance."

With a sigh, Becca hopped down from the tall chair, finishing her mojito once her feet were on the wooden floor. "You sure?"

He didn't answer her, only starting gulping down his beer and giving her a soft glare. She finally got the signal and made her way out to the dance floor as another loud country song thumped through the speakers, everyone out there shouting in excitement as it came out. Clearly a fan favorite from what Steve could tell.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes softly watching the scene and her. She danced with Cora, a smile bright on her face as she sang along to the song. Watching her brought a soft grin on to his own face. Becca truly was sunshine to him, easily warming him from the inside out.

"Shots!" Eve maneuvered through the crowd to the table with a shot glass in each hand. The glasses clambered on the tabletop, taking Steve by surprise as the tall blonde girl jumped into the seat opposite of where Becca once was.

He grabbed the glass, the amber liquid nearly running over the edge onto this fingers. "Whiskey?"

"Only the best this time I swear. Cheers!" The two clinked glasses before shooting the liquid back. "I'm glad you finally got Bec out there. Always have to push that girl to have some fun."

"Just shy of kicking and screaming." Steve's eyes falling back to Becca where she was now dancing with an older gentleman, a laugh falling from her lips as he spun her around.

"That girl is one of a kind." Eve looking in the same direction.

"I've come to learn that."

She picked up her forgotten drink from earlier. "Once she's in your life you've gained her for life."

He nodded, fingers playing with the condensation on the table from his glass. Her words struck him in a different way. The girl sitting with him right now knew Becca as a friend first and foremost. Not the fighter that everyone else knew or the family member. Eve saw all the in-betweens that made Becca who she was today. "You guys met in college, right?"

"Yes, sir. Freshman year." Eve thought about it for a moment, laughing at the old memories that were playing back. "The second or third week if I remember correctly. No one would have put bets on that friendship."

"Why's that?"

"Cause Becca's more subdue, thoughtful. And I don't think I have to explain to you after meeting me that I'm not afraid to be loud and obnoxious. She's the Thelma to my Louise."

His brow furrowed at the names. "Who?"

The girl's face was first one of shock before it clicked with why he wouldn't know. Becca explaining to her the whole situation since she was bringing the two around each other more. "Tell Bec you need to see that movie. It's a classic."

"Will do." The mental list kept growing and growing for things to still catch up on. "So you were both in ballet?"

Eve nodded, taking another drink. "Yeah, we partnered up on everything together because everyone else was shitheads."

Steve almost choked on his beer, not expecting those words but like she said, he should get used to it being around her. "Why is that?"

"Becca is and has always been one of the best ballerinas, dancers, whatever, I've ever seen. She puts her goddamn all into it, but all those kids had it out for her from the beginning." It might have been from the alcohol that was running through her system, but the anger was real. "No one ever gave her the time of day because they all thought she got everywhere because of her family. That her father paid off the school to get her in and the only reason the teachers gave her good grades was for good publicity for the school. You name it, it was said about her and it was all bullshit."

Steve couldn't help but feel his chest burning almost out of anger for these kids he didn't even know from years past. It was situations like this that surprised him. Rebecca Stark was truly the sweetest, smartest, just overall genuine person he had the pleasure of knowing. And he could sit there and say people of his past never understood him and took him for granted for who he used to be and the mantel he became. But so was she. She had been labeled since she was born being the daughter and granddaughter of very influential men in the world. She could have turned into someone who was self-absorbed and greedy, but she was none of that. She was humble and exquisitely positive. And it just made Steve want to protect her even though he knew full well she could easily hold her own.

"Was not expecting him to show up."

Steve broke out of his thoughts at Eve's words and followed her eye line back to the crowd. He found Becca where she had been before, but this time was accompanied by Garrett. "I didn't know he was coming."

Eve took a long drink of her vodka tonic, almost annoyed at the sight of the other man. "Honestly, after what happened between the two of them, I was expecting to never see him again."

"What do you mean?" His eyes falling back and forth between the two and Eve. "About the fight they had?" Steve remembered quite well the way she had pleaded with him to get out of the office a few months back after the scene the two caused, but he never asked what it was about.

"Or more specifically what led to the fight in the hallway." The blonde glanced at him, but only saw confusion on his face. "She didn't tell you what it was about?" Receiving a shake of his head, she sighed. "Well, damn. I'm about to break best friend code so don't disappoint me, Steve."

"I'll try my best not to." He said to her but couldn't help to keep looking back at Becca and Garrett where they were talking in the middle of the crowd very close together.

"I guess they had gotten a little drunk together the night before that fight and it followed with the two of them...sleeping together." Brows furrowed again at her with the phrase, clearly not understanding what she meant exactly. "Jesus...um, they had sex."

Steve understood fully now, and it made his chest burn, especially when he turned back to see the two of them now hugging. A laugh drug out of Becca at something Garrett must have said to her as they separated.

"Yeah, so Becca was super upset about it since they kinda had a flirtation relationship for a while, but it was a mistake and yeah. You saw the end of it." Eve downed the rest of her drink with an ease tip back of her head. "Christ, if he's staying around, I'm going to need to drink heavily at this point." She looked around for a waitress to order more.

"I don't get it," Steve rubbed a hand against his chin, "if she was upset why is he here?"

"Well they clearly reconciled." Eve quickly ordered the both of them more to drink before turning back to him. "At what expense I have no idea. But knowing Becca she let him back in with ease cause she always believes people deserve second chances even when some don't. I love her to death, but sometimes her own emotions are too much for her to handle."

"I don't even know much about him."

"And you won't. I mean I didn't know much because of just finding out about Becca's job and all but there just something off about him. I mean, the guy basically led her on for over 4 years I guess to end up like this." The waitress brought their drinks and each paid respectively. "But I swear, Steve, I swear to God if you do what he did to her, super soldier or not, I will come at you."

Steve let the cold beer cool the overall questionable feelings in this situation against his hand. "We're not in a relationship, Eve."

"I know." She nodded, looking him straight in the eye. "But like I said, that girl is in your life now and she'll always fight for you. Don't let her down, because she won't let you down."

The few words were never truer as the day is old. Steve had only known Becca for 5 months now and in these months, they have dealt with personal and other worldly side by side. And sure, there were some hiccups, but she had done nothing but support him from day one. There was more to come and there was more the two would struggle through, but he could easily promise Eve now that he promised to never let her down. Because if he let her down, he would be letting go of the world that has been created around him, the world she had become and the one he navigated towards.

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