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Here's Chapter 7!
I was so warm and comfortable under my blankets. Knowing I would have to face the Avengers sometime, I drowsily opened one eye, before sitting bolt upright.
I wasn't on the bathroom floor anymore. I was in my bed. How was I in my bed? My frantic eyes rested on Captain America, sitting in the exact same chair I had last seen him on, like no time had passed. He leaned forward, extending his hand.
"I don't believe we've meet. Captain Steve Rogers at your service." He smiled.
I took his hand, still a bit bewildered. "Chrissie Carter."
I dropped my hand and he did too. I looked down at my clothes. They weren't the same ones I had had on yesterday. I was in pyjamas.
I looked up again at him. "How did I get here?"
He looked away from my gaze. "Well," he started, staring at the wall. "I was coming to watch you, and I woke Clint and you were gone," my eyes narrowed when he said I was being watched, "we both panicked. We couldn't understand where you were; you couldn't hide and with the room on lockdown you couldn't escape. We combed this room for a full ten minutes before Jarvis told us you were asleep in the bathroom. Needless to say, we felt like complete idiots," he laughed but still avoided eye contact.
Despite the fact that I was angry at being "watched," like I was some toddler that couldn't be without parental supervision for two seconds, I felt my face get hot with embarrassment. I was never self conscious, so this development annoyed me. "Sorry," I muttered.
"Don't worry about it," Steve replied, "You're quite light." He smiled again, before jumping out of his chair and crossing the room. I swung my legs out of the bed before I realised a problem.
"Um, sir?" I didn't know how to address him, but he did say he was a Captain, so it seemed appropriate, "who put these clothes on me?" I asked, looking down at my pale bare legs, before glancing over my shoulder at him.
His cheeks glowed pink. "Natasha did." I didn't miss the small embarrassed smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.
I let out an audible sigh of relief, then immediately clamping both hands to my mouth and looking up at him sheepishly.
What the HELL was wrong with me?
He was obviously embarrassed because he said, "Jarvis said that he had clothes for you in the bathroom."
Ignoring the fact that a computer possibly knew my clothes size, I fled to the bathroom.
As soon as the door slammed shut behind me, I let out a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding. I walked over to the mirror by the sink and gripped each side of the sink with both of my hands for support. The girl staring back at me in the mirror was a stranger. She had wild hair, flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Not at all like my normally perfect hair, pale white skin and cold eyed stare. I couldn't understand my sudden strangeness. I was well aware of my heart slamming against my ribs, as if it was trying to find a way out of my rib cage but it wasn't succeeding. At all. I stood up straight, wiping my sweaty palms off my... legs. I had to find pants. Fast. I doubted I was ever going to be able to look Steve Rogers in the eye again. But why should I care? I barely knew him. I slapped my face. It didn't help. So I tried to ignore my churning stomach (if there had been anything in it to churn) and shook my head a few times before turning away from the sink. "Jarvis?" I called out.
"Yes, Chrissie?" came the immediate reply.
"Captain Rogers said something about clothes...?"
"Say no more, Chrissie." The tiles above the gigantic bath slid open and a basket was dropped into the bath, sliding around a few times before it came to a stop. I looked at the clothes in amazement. They were the exact type of clothes I would have chosen for myself. I pulled off the long pink top Natasha had dressed me in and slid on the navy polo-necked dress and leggings. A bit tight on the comfort side, but otherwise very fashionable. Why I was thinking of fashion in here was beyond me. I struggled a brush through my mad hair, and pulled it into a ponytail. I glanced in the mirror again.
My heartbeat was still going at ninety miles an hour, and my eyes still sparkled, but other than that, I looked a lot calmer and more myself than I had a few minutes ago.
I shivered. The bathroom was cold, still, so I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.
My room appeared to be empty until a tiny movement caught the corner of my eye.
Natasha was standing at the door. Calmly she walked over to me and pulled my into a tight hug. To my surprise, I hugged back. It had been a long time since I had hugged someone or been hugged by anyone, now I thought about it.
Natasha pulled back. "How's your head?" she asked.
I had completely forgotten about my head. I touched the now painless lump at the back of my head and grinned. "Fine," I answered, still grinning.
My stomach gave a loud rumble. We both looked at my stomach.
"...when was the last time you ate something?" Natasha asked after a pause.
"My coffee break at Starbucks."
"What time?"
"Quarter past seven, I think?" I said thinking. "Why? What day is it?"
"It's Thursday, 1am. You haven't eaten anything in nearly 30 hours." Natasha said as my stomach gave another angry growl. "You need to eat, Chrissie."
"You think?!" I gasped, clutching my stomach dramatically and she laughed.
"Jarvis, Chrissie and I would like to make ourselves some breakfast, please." Natasha said, looking up at the ceiling expectantly.
"As you wish, Ms Romanoff," the AI replied as the walls slid away with kitchen appliances taking their place.
My mouth fell open and Natasha laughed again. "So, Chrissie, what would you like for your breakfast today?" she said in a business like tone.
"... I can make it?"
"Sure, just as long as it doesn't take too long, you're not the only one who's starving."
"Fair enough then." I grinned as I dashed around the kitchen.
Hope you all enjoyed!
Coming up in the next chapter: some whoop ass and the director himself, Mr. Fury!
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