Later that day, we were all sitting on the couches. Me next to Steve, Pepper next to Stark and Bruce on his own. Steve's hand had somehow made it round my hip and my hand was on his knee. I had no idea how we got like this, but it felt so natural and comfortable. We were watching some random boring film that made me want to fall asleep, but I didn't. My heart was beating way too fast.
I put my head against his and he didn't move. I took it as a good sign.
Suddenly, the doors of the lift opened and Romanoff stepped out. "There is a voicemail for you from Mr. Barton from 2 days ago, Miss Romanoff." JARVIS said. She went into the kitchen to listen to the voicemail.
"You tired?" Steve whispered in my ear.
"It's been a long week." I replied and rested my head against his shoulder. He put his arm around my shoulder and we sat like this for a while. In complete harmony.
"What is it, Natasha?" Pepper asked. I turned my head slightly to see Natasha walking in and turned it back to the film.
"Clint doesn't come back for another 3 days." she complained, walking over to us.
"Poor you. We're watching a movie. Wanna join to take your mind off him?"
"Yeah. Sure." she said and sat on one of the chairs next to the sofa's. I snuggled against Steve and his grip on me tightened. How did we become so close over the past couple of weeks. It felt good to be this close with someone. I never really found a perfect love, but I've had sex. I wonder whether he has actually?
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING AGENT HILL?" a voice boomed through the living room. Realizing that it was Fury's, I quickly jumped away from Steve, but fell onto the floor. Graceful! I thought as Steve pulled me up to a standing position.
"JARVIS, stop the film." Pepper instructed as Fury paced over to us.#
"It was nothing." I defended.
"Really? It doesn't look like nothing..." he said gesturing to our still joined hands.
We pulled away from each other immediately, but I felt something stab my heart as I did.
"That's it Hill. You're out." he said. What?
"Sir?" Is he being serious right now?
"I don't care whether you stay or leave this stupid tower. I never give second chances, except for the people in S.H.I.E.L.D I can trust, but you know me well enough that I don't give third chances to anyone." he moved forward and came face to face with me saying "Anyone." And with that, he left.
Oh my god. I'm gonna be homeless. Shit.
"Oh God. What am I gonna do?" I asked, more to myself than anyone else, but Steve answered "What do you mean Maria?"
I turned my face up to look at him. I could feel the tear stains against my cheeks and the new tears following in their tracks.
"Well, I can't stay here. You don't need me and Fury just fired me. I have no use." I explained. I was nothing else to them. Just a helper that can be replaced. I started to walk away.
"Hey," Steve said grabbing my wrist and turning me around "We will always need you. I want you to stay."
What? I'm confused. "But why would you need me? You have the others to teach you how to use technology. I'm not needed here."
I turned towards the lift and began to walk again, but Steve blocked my path and put his hands on my shoulders. Why does he have to be so damn strong?
"Do you really think I want you here just to teach me how to use technology?" he asked.
I looked at the floor and responded "I thought that's all you needed me for. You have the others now." That was true. He didn't need me anymore. Goodbye dreams. S.H.I.E.L.D was the only thing keeping me here. Now that that's gone, there's no logical reason for me to stay.
"Look at me." he commanded quite forcefully. I lifted my head to look at him. "I want you here with me. I don't just want you to teach me how to use technology. I need you as a friend too, you know. You're part of the team. And as for not having a purpose, you can stay here to make sure we don't go mental and start fighting each other all the time. Sound good?" he asked. His words almost sounded desperate.
I don't want to leave and staying wouldn't be the worst idea in the world, I guess? After a moment, I nodded and hugged him. "Thank you." I whispered, just quiet enough so the others couldn't hear.
"That's okay." he replied at the same level. I stayed in his comforting arms until a dickhead decided to interrupt.
"So..." Stark started causing us to pull away from each other. "we gonna finish watching this film or what?"
Me and Steve nodded as we came back to join the others.
ver the course of the movie, I thought about what had just happened. I wasn't an agent any more. I wasn't deputy. I was unemployed.
I put my head in my hands and cried silently, so the others couldn't hear. We were on the back sofa, so no one would look our way.
I felt Steve's hand rest on my shoulder and he asked "Hey, what's wrong?"
"I'm no longer an agent. I don't work at S.H.I.E.L.D."
"S.H.I.E.L.D isn't everything you know."
"It was to me." I argued and cradled into his chest. He pulled both of my legs over him, so I was sitting on his lap. He stroked my hair as I wept into his chest. His hand stroked up and down mine, causing me to shiver. I don't think he noticed, because I was shaking anyway from the shock of being fired by Nick Fury.
"I'm here. I'm here for you. Don't worry." he whispered in my ear, his hot breath touching my neck. He kissed my head and held me close to him. "I won't let anything happen to you."
He was so protective of me. And I'm happy that he was. He made me feel safe. Comforted. Slowly I turned towards the screen, putting my body between his legs. His arms glided down my arms and landed on my hips. His hands were melting my heart and I looked up into his eyes. He saw my reaction and quickly withdrew his hips, red climbing onto his face, but I grabbed out to hold his wrists.
I took them and wrapped them around my waist. I made his fingers curl around me tight and looked back at him. He was stared at me and smiled. I returned the smile and then leant back against his neck. I snuggled against it and stroked my sides. He made me feel so relaxed, yet ecstatic at the same time. I'd never felt this close with anyone. I've had relationships before and I've had sex, but nothing made me feel the way I do when I'm around Steve. I did feel tired though.
I burrowed into his neck and I heard him sigh, pushing his palms against my hips more. He held me in his arms until I started drooping slightly.
"You tired?" he whispered, the film nearly at it's end.
I nodded and he asked "Do you want me to take me to your room?"
I shook my head and replied "No, it's fine."
He didn't listen to me, but he didn't move me to my room either. He slowly laid down and pulled me down with him. His arms remained wrapped around my waist, my arms on top of his, and his leg was underneath my body. His chin was rested on my shoulder and I felt so comfy. I didn't care about the fact that I was going to sleep here with Steve for everyone to see. I had no job anyway. I don't really care about my reputation...if I even have one apart from being Maria Chill.
I soon fell asleep in his arms, drifting into my dreams.
12 hours later
I woke up and knew instantly that I wasn't alone. If the significant increase in temperature wasn't enough, the arm that I could see wrapped around my waist were a definite give away.
I shifted slightly and heard someone groan from behind me. I turned around, the person's arms not moving off my hips, and looked at the man. Steve's hair was spiking in different directions and his eyes were just beginning to flutter open.
He looked at me, his eyes adjusting to the light, and smiled. "Hey." he whispered.
"Hey." I replied, smiling slightly.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, putting a loose strand of hair behind my ear, which caused my breath to catch slightly.
"Yeah. How about you?"
"Best sleep I've had in years." he replied, smiling.
"And that's over ninety, so it must have been good." I said, smirking. He chuckled and I felt the vibrations in my own chest. That's how close we were. I could feel his breath brush over my face making my heart beat a little bit faster.
"CAPTAINHILL!" someone shouted making me fall against the table. My face planted it and I felt my face bruise up. Steve held his hand up and then pulled me to a standing position. We both blushed red and drew our hands away quickly. "Didn't mean to interrupt." Stark said smiling.
"You didn't interrupt anything." I confirmed. I saw Steve look a bit upset by what I said. "Now," I continued. "did you want something?"
"Nah, I just came to interrupt your intimate moment. See ya!" he said with a cocky wave and left.
"Prick." I shouted, but he was already in the elevator and putting his middle finger up at me.
I turned back to Steve who was looking at the ground. "Hey, what is it?"
"Nothing. It's nothing." he said quickly and left for his room. What was that about? And God my face hurts.