"Well, well… look who's finally awake."

Scottie cracked her eyes open and found where the voice was coming from. She glared in Loki's direction as she stood up and stretched out like a cat. More and more Scottie was thinking this wasn't a dream. She may actually be in a prison cell in Asgard. Scottie didn't want to believe it herself, but after a few days of Loki playing with her mind, she was willing to believe she wasn't even close to Earth.

The past few days had been exhausting. Loki would try to win her help by threatening her, sometimes he made himself appear as some horrible creature. He hadn't physcially touched her so far, so she was sure he had no intention of doing so. Yet that didn't mean she wasn't scared of the creatures he made himself appear. They stayed in her head and were in her nightmares. Needless to say, Scottie had not slept for more than three hours since arriving on Asgard.

"Don't start with me today. Just leave me alone." Scottie snapped at him as she threw a glare his way. She repressed a yawn and saw him smirk from her peripheral vision.

"You are the one in my cell."

"And you are the one insisting I help you get out of your cell," said Scottie as she crossed her arms and faced him. He was sitting in a chair with a book in his lap, although paying it little attention and focusing on her. For the past few days, no guard had paid her any mind. He had no visitors yet, so she was stuck in this cell with him. As mentioned, he repeatedly tried to convince her to help him break out, but she refused every time. Why would she help the guy who tried to take over her world? In what world does that make sense? In Loki's world evidently.

"Dear, if you would just help me get out, we could find a way to get you back to Earth."

Scottie scoffed and turned away. "And let you go try to take Earth over again? No thank you. I don't think the population would be exactly happy with me if that happened. I'd be the most hated American and that's saying a lot given the things that have happened in the past."

"You humans think you're so brave, as if one act of 'good' makes you a saint." Loki spat with enough venom to cause her to turn around to face him with a scowl.

"I don't think I'm brave, and I've not done extraordinary things to warrant me being a saint. I never said I wanted to be a saint, so don't act so bitter about it. I'd rather be a normal person than a saint, even though normal people don't recognition for the small things they do... Like holding a door open for another person. Have you ever held a door open for someone?" Scottie crossed the room and stopped in front of him.

"Certainly not. People hold doors open for me; I am a Prince of Asgard."

Scottie shook her head and walked back over to the barrier. "Ridiculous. No wonder you're a brat."

"Pardon me?" She heard him slam the book closed behind her.

"A brat. A child, typically a badly behaved one. Spoiled. Should I continue?"

"I could kill you right now without a second thought." She didn't even hear him stand up, but she felt his body right behind her. She felt her heart begin to pound in her chest.

"But you won't."

"Oh, I won't?"

"I'm you're only shot out of here, Loki. Don't act like you would jeopardize that," Scottie said as she turned towards him with a challenging look, daring him to do something. "You couldn't give a damn about me, but you do want to someday see the sky again, don't you? I suggest you go sit back down on your throne, Prince."

She turned her back to him again and stared at the gold barrier. A few seconds passed and she no longer felt him close so she relaxed her shoulders. In all honesty she expected him to do something, either hit her or kill her. She had never felt as relieved as she did when he walked away. Loki was obviously a cruel person, but she wondered if he asshole to everyone. Maybe he didn't think it would be proper to hit a defenseless girl. Whatever reason he had she was thankful for.

"You know about me, Scottie of Midgard, but I don't know enough about you." Loki commented from behind her.

Scottie had tried her best to avoid telling him anything personal. She didn't want to tell him anything for two reasons: one, he would no doubt use it against her sooner or later.; two, the moment she would tell him one piece of information about herself is the moment she would lose the power she had in situation. It would give him the power and that wouldn't help her at getting out of this cell and keeping him in it.

"Well?" Loki was looking at her expectantly from his seat, and she just stared back.

"You expect me to tell you my life story? Really?" Scottie laughed bitterly and shook her head. "I guess Princes are as dumb as they're made out to be. Actually, you're in a dungeon right now… In Asgard, which you claimed to be the prince of. No prince would be locked away, so you must have either had your title ripped away or you've never been a prince. Honestly, Loki, I expected so much more from the 'god of mischief.'"

Scottie was suddenly faced with a vile, snake-like creature that looked like something that would be in a CGI Hollywood horror film. The dark green creature was a little bigger than her and its scales dripped with goo. The thing slid towards her, and she took steps back as she looked into its face with horror. It had the shape of a snake's head, but the teeth, layered like sharks, had venom dripping from its mouth. As the venom hit the ground, it sizzled through and left holes in its wake. The eyes – they were the same blue as Loki's – held so much hatred in them that Scottie felt physically sick from looking at it. Wonderful, another thing for her to have nightmares about.

As the creature came closer, Scottie felt the adrenaline kick in. She refused to be the victim again like she had been to her father all those years. She would not let Loki do this to her anymore. She wasn't going to sky away like some scared little girl that she swore she would never be.

Scottie waited until the snake was in front of her – its navy tongue briefly slipping out its mouth and flicking her on the arm – to act. She was breathing heavily and did her best to swallow back the fear that was eating at her. Once the snake got close enough, she made a fist and swung it at its eyeball. The snake hissed and recoiled before looking at her with venom. Some of the venom slipped out and smacked Scottie on her shoulder. At first Scottie cried out, expecting to feel some burn, but didn't. She looked back up at the snake and scowled.

"You're not real, you're just one of the Loki's images, one of his illusions." Scottie took a step closer to it. "He's making me believe you're there, which I don't. I don't believe any of Loki's illusions."

As soon as she said it, the creature was gone and Loki was leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face. "Scottie of Midgard, I'm impressed. You broke my illusion."

Scottie folded her arms and smirked triumphantly. "You can't fool me, Loki."

"Can't I?" Scottie jumped as his voice came from right beside her. She turned to see he was standing beside her, but then another duplicate of him leaning against the wall. "A petty mortal cannot break through my illusions, you mewling quim." Another Loki started advancing on her so she begun to back up only to feel herself hit someone. Turning around, Loki was smirking at her. "I only let you believe you had. You are so gullible, do you know that?"

Scottie backed up and looked to see there were now at least ten Lokis in the cell, all walking towards her. She stood her ground and looked at each image in defiance. She continued until the images all surrounded her, all too close. She took a step back up, trying to figure out which one was him. They were all laughing and smirking at her, making a strong headache come on. She went to take another step back when she felt her foot trip over something, sending her falling back. She hit the barrier, electricity running all through her.

A knock on the door caused Scottie jolted her from the memory.

"Yes?" She questioned, as she blinked a few times. She stared at herself in the mirror, feeling as if there was something stuck in her throat.

"You almost ready in there?" She heard Steve's voice from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Yeah," Scottie responded before clearing her throat. "I'll be out in a moment."

"Take your time. There's a few more bouquets I've got to bring out to the taxi."

"Okay." Scottie exhaled and rested her hands on the side of the sink as she hung her head low.

Why were her memories hurting so much? Every single time she thought back to that "dream," it made her feel as if she was going to explode. She still wasn't sure if it was real or just a dream. That's what made it all hurt the most, that it might not even be real. But everything felt her, especially her feelings for him.

Scottie rinsed her face with cold water before she headed out of the bathroom. She decided she wouldn't think about Asgard, that she needed to focus on Earth. Besides, she didn't want to show her worry in front of Steve. He had commented on her seeming sad when they were watching Jerry Springer.

Scottie stopped at the bathroom door and glanced down at her outfit – which was a t-shirt and jeans – and debated whether it was okay before she remembered expected her to be in a dress. With a sigh she opened the bathroom door to her hospital room.

When she walked out of the bathroom, the first thing she noticed was Steve, Dr. Strange, and May were all staring at the T.V. in the room. Confused, Scottie walked closer to see what they were looking at.

And then she saw. So much for not thinking about Asgard today.

It was the news, and they were covering an attack happening in London at the moment. A huge, familiar looking space ship crashed in the middle of London. There was a fight going on, with two figures crashing into various buildings. At first she couldn't make out the figures, until she recognized one. The familiar figure in a red cape zoomed across the sky, lightening following after him. Scottie felt her heart ache when she recognition hit her brain like a ton of bricks.

It was Thor.

She didn't realize she had spoken aloud until the others glanced back at her but she couldn't bring herself to care. She continued staring at the T.V. with an ache she had been trying to suppress. She had told herself that she hadn't felt anything for that damned Prince of Asgard because he was in a relationship and she was in denial that her time in Asgard was real. Yet looking at him now she realized full well that she did feel something strong for him. Still, she held the doubtful thoughts in the back of her mind,causing her second guess whether she had spent time with him on Asgard. She damned her thoughts for they only ever betrayed her.

Focusing on the other figure in the frame, Scottie recognized Malekith. A sudden burning hatred ran through her veins as she clenched her fists. If there was one real thing from her Asgard dream it was her hatred of Malekith. But, if Malekith was here on Earth, wasn't that proof that her dream was real? He hadn't shown up on Earth before she was in a coma, so it couldn't have been her mind taking something she had seen already and filling in the holes.

Then what the hell did it all mean?

"Scottie?" She blinked a few times and looked over to see Steve was watching her with worry. He took a few steps so he was next to her. "Are you okay? You look a little faint."

"Y-Yeah," Scottie nodded as she looked back at the T.V. screen. "It's just… All those people…"

"I know." Steve murmured as he looked back at the T.V.

"I'm sure the other Avengers will go and handle it," May spoke up as she looked back at Steve and Scottie. "Or the British Army. Someone has to help."

"Because the U.S. government sure helped a lot when Loki attacked New York. They shot a nuke and nearly wiped out an entire city." Scottie stated dryly. "Though maybe the British Army will be better than that."

"Ah, no matter. Bad-mouthing the government won't do a thing. May, say your good-byes. We're both still on the clock," Dr. Strange said before he looked over at Scottie. "I suggest remembering your doctor's appointment in a week. Don't forget to your prescription either. I'd hate for you to go without those pain suppressors. Have a nice day, Miss West."

"Thank you, Dr. Strange. Have a good day also." Scottie responded to him. He gave a brief nod to Steve before he walked out of the room.

May turned towards Scottie with a bright smile as she pulled her into a hug. "It was good to see you one last time before you left, Scottie. You've grown into such a beautiful young woman."

"Thank you, May." Scottie smiled back at the woman as she pulled back to look at her. "Tell Peter I said hey, okay? And that I miss him."

"Of course, Scottie. And you're welcome anytime over for dinner. You and Steve." May said, glancing over at the blonde. Steve gave her a kind smile.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Such manners," May practically swooned as she rubbed Scottie's arm. She looked back at Scottie and squeezed her arms softly. "You have my number, so if you ever need Peter or I we're just a call away."

"And you have my number, so if you guys ever need me, just call."

May let go of Scottie and went to go hug Steve. "Same goes for you, mister. If you ever need anything, just call." After Steve promised to call her if he ever needed anything, May left to get back to her work. Steve and Scottie started to head down the elevator to the bottom floor. Scottie chewed on her bottom lip as she stared at the elevator walls with a worried expression.

"Scottie, you're starting to worry me a bit." Steve stated gently to her. She looked over at him with a weary smile.

"Sorry, I just was thinking about… about we saw on the T.V. with Thor and Malekith." Scottie admitted to him. She didn't want to lie to him. And besides, showing no worry over the situation was not something she could never do. Even if she hadn't known Thor then she would still worry for him and the people in London. Actually, recalling Malekith's plans made her worry for all the Earth. If Malekith succeeded in his task, then there wouldn't be an Earth left.

No, she needed to trust Thor. Like that one day he was getting her to ride a horse after years of avoiding it because she had gotten bucked off when she was twelve years old.

"Come on," Thor had said to her as he sat atop his mount. "Trust me. You know I won't let you fall."

Scottie grinned back up at him. "Oh? Because that smirk of yours tells me otherwise. I wouldn't trust you with my goldfish let alone my life."

"You have fish that are gold on Earth?" Thor questioned, his smirk turning into a confused smile for a moment. Scottie shook her head.

"Never mind. Seriously though, why on Earth – or should I say Asgard – should I trust you?"

"Because I would never put you in harm's way."

"Malekith?" Steve questioned her, pulling her from her thoughts. At first she was uncertain about his confusion until she realized he wouldn't know who Malekith is because it was Thor not Steve fighting the dark elf.

"That's what the news was calling that guy Thor was fighting, wasn't it?" Scottie did her best to backtrack, putting on her best innocent face. She didn't want to have to confess everything to Steve and have him think she was crazy. Steve and she had spent a decent amount of time together in the past few days and she wanted them to be friends. They already got along so well.

"Uh, I don't know, I didn't see. Maybe that's what they were calling him… I wonder how they came up with that though. I've not seen anything about him before now…" Steve trailed off, his blue eyes moving to the ground for a moment. Scottie used that moment to have her "oh shit" face before he looked back at her. She gave him a small smile.

"Thank you again for helping me with getting to my apartment. I don't know what I'd do without you." Scottie said, touching his arm briefly before dropping her arm with a sigh.

"Don't mention it, Scottie. Anything I can do to help." Steve assured her, smiling back at her. She nodded and pushed the hair out of her face. She figured now was as good time as any to ask for his number so she could get in contact with him after this. There was no guarantee that they would live for much longer so she at least wanted him to know she did care. But, just as she went to ask, the elevator opened and revealed a face she had never wanted to see again.

Her one and only father.

Scottie's first instinct was to freeze in fear, as that was what she had done during her years living with him. Then she remembered she wasn't that helpless little girl. She was a lot stronger than that now. Her second instinct was lash out, to punch the man. As she went to hit him, Steve stepped halfway in front of her.

"Mr. West," Steve said in a hard tone to the older gentleman in front of them. "What a surprise."

"A shitty surprise." Scottie snapped as she glared at her dad with venom. "Come to try to kill me again, you bastard?" She moved around Steve, grabbing his arm and pulled Steve with her as she shoved past her dad.

"Scottlyn—"

Scottie swung around and looked in her dad's blue eyes. "Don't speak to me. You had sixteen years to do that, and you did a shitty job with that. I told you to leave me alone when I left and now, when I almost die, you decide to decide to show back up?"

"Scottlyn, I'm trying to help you home. Dr. Strange—"

Scottie sighed and glanced over at Steve in disbelief. "Dr. Strange needs to mind his own damn business. He didn't have to live with you for sixteen years. Go back to your office. You didn't miss me when I left, you won't miss me now. And for your information, my home has never been with you." Scottie had a dark expression on her face as she glared at her father. It shocked Steve at the pure hate in her eyes as she stared down her father. He knew it was bad between the two, but this was on another level. "Come on, Steve. I know the taxi driver has to be frustrated from waiting."

Scottie rushed away with Steve following right behind her. She was fuming and felt as if she was going to explode with the anger at her father. Her mom was right to have left all those years ago; her dad was a complete dickhead.

Scottie didn't speak as they got into the taxi except to say thank you when Steve held the door open for her. She sat and clenched her fists as she glared out the window. It wasn't until the taxi began driving that Steve even tried speaking to her.

"I'm sorry," Steve murmured to her. "If I had any clue Dr. Strange was going to call your father, I wouldn't have let him know you were checking out today."

Scottie exhaled and looked over at Steve with a sad expression. "No, Steve, it wasn't your fault. You don't need to apologize. My dad doesn't understand that I kicked him out of my life for a reason."

Steve was quiet for a moment before he turned to look at her. "Is this the first time he's tried to get back into contact with you?" He paused for a moment, worry filling his eyes. "Uh, unless you're uncomfortable answering. Sorry, I didn't even think about you not wanting to talk about this."

"No, it's okay," Scottie assured him, looking into his blue eyes with a smile. Steve was such a good guy. She didn't deserve how nice he had been to her. "It might help a little. That was the first time he had tried. Well, sort of. When I graduated college I got a job offer from Oscorp but I didn't want to work in the same building as him so I turned it down."

"When… when did you leave?"

"I was sixteen when I got emancipated. At first I thought I'd be in court until I turned eighteen for the way my dad was dragging the process along, but when he realized he risked a scandal, he ran like hell back to his office. I wasn't worth getting in trouble with Norman Osborn for." Scottie snorted to herself, turning her gaze back out the window. She felt the familiar pang in her chest, the hurt that he father caused that she never quite got over, nor ever would. She realized she had never been this open with someone about what happened with her father. She didn't even want to speak about it to Thor, and she had spoken to him about everything else in her life.

A warm hand wrapped around Scottie's distracting her from her thoughts. She turned her head to see Steve was holding her hand, looking at her with a serious expression.

"I'm sorry he made you feel that way, Scottie. You are worth it." Steve insisted to her, his blue eyes bringing a small, weak smile to her face.

"Back then I wasn't. Maybe now, but people change, Steve. I wasn't always like this… Not that you would know exactly what I'm like now considering we met only a few days ago." Scottie pointed out. Steve chuckled as he moved his hand away from hers.

Scottie was still surprised at the physical contact and overall comfort they had with one another. They would put a comforting hand on one another for reassurance when the other was clearly sad or discouraged, or even when they were relaxing in silence. She liked to think that they had connected the moment they met despite the initial awkwardness. She had not connected with anyone else the way she did with Steve… Meaning it wasn't romantic. Scottie didn't feel that way towards Steve, although she knew that Steve was handsome and the perfect guy. She also knew if it wasn't for her heart leaning towards another, she would be a blushing mess whenever Steve looked at her.

"You're a good person, Scottie. I don't think I can accept anything other than that." Steve admitted, looking back at her with his smile that filled her with a warmth.

"I only saved one person from that fire, Steve. I'm hardly a saint."

She nearly said "I'm hardly Captain America," but she figured that he shouldn't know that she knew who actually was. She wished she didn't know, that Heimdall hadn't disclosed who had saved her body on Earth. Which, if Steve hadn't stayed around to meet her after she woke back up on Earth, she probably wouldn't have even believed that it was Captain America. However, seeing Steve with her own eyes confirmed that he was who Heimdall said. Of course she hated lying to Steve, but she feared that he wouldn't want anything to do with her if he knew. She already enjoyed his company far more than she had ever imagined she would, and they hardly knew each other. Maybe the relationship would change but for now she decided it was best if he remained oblivious to her knowing who he actually was. She knew it was a selfish thing to do but she needed a friend right now and Steve was that friend.

"You did a lot more than most, Scottie, and that's no small feat." Steve insisted to her again before giving a shaky laugh. "We could fight about this all day long."

"Yes, I think it's best if we stop." Scottie responded with a goofy smile. It made her feel so much more at ease though, bickering with him like they were old friends. Maybe someday they would be old friends, still bickering with one another over little things. She hoped they could get to that point with their relationship. She looked back at Steve and glanced over his face, her smile turning into a fond one.

"What is it?" Steve asked, curious at her serious expression.

"I've not spoken with someone like this in a while. It's different," She admitted with a slight shrug of her shoulders. Well, it hadn't been that long since she last spoke with someone like this, but she wasn't sure if that was a dream. "In a good way, I mean."

"Same for me. It's been a while since I've been able to speak to someone like this." Steve responded with a smile mirroring hers. They stared at each other for a moment before both looking away from another one. The rest of their ride consisted of small talk between the comfortable moments of silence. Soon they were pulling up to her apartment building in the city.

"Here we go." Scottie commented as they climbed out of the cab. He had insisted on being the one to pay the cabbie despite Scottie attempts to which only made her more and more convinced he was the greatest guy on Earth. He had done so much for her at this point and asked for nothing in return. If it had been any other person she more than likely would not have trusted them to not have ulterior motives but Steve was just too damn nice. One look from him sent all her doubts away.

Looking up at the building, Steve kept a neutral expression. "This is your apartment building?" He questioned as he turned from the building to grab as many bouquets as he could handle.

"Yeah, I moved in here because a… friend of mine needed a roommate, but he's long gone." Scottie explained with a slight shrug of her shoulders. She didn't like thinking of that "friend" very often.

Together the pair grabbed as many bouquets as they could handle before dropping the load into the lobby. They had to go back to get a few but, with help from a couple of other tenants from the building Scottie was acquainted with, they were able to make it up to the third floor. Her apartment was the farthest down the hall so they stumbled and laughed together as they did their best to make it to their goal without dropping anything. Within ten minutes, they had all her flowers into the living room of her apartment.

Walking in, he saw her go into the kitchen, which connected to the living room. The apartment had a dark feel to it. The shades were drawn and the walls were a darker color. The only light were lamps that sat in the corners. It was a decent sized apartment, perhaps the size of his, maybe a bit smaller. She had all the basic furniture and had a couple paintings on the wall. His attention diverted when she came back with the sunflowers vases in her hands. She sat them in the center of the coffee table and then turned back to him with a smile.

"So, what do you think of my humble abode?" She asked him as she gestured around.

"It's nice," Steve responded, glancing around again. "It is a lot darker than I would've thought you'd have."

"Well, when I first moved in—" She paused for a moment. "—would you like a drink? I have apple juice, tea, and some Coke. I could fix coffee if you want."

"Tea sounds good."

"Okay, take a seat if you'd like." She gestured to the couch before going into the kitchen. The kitchen and the living room were separated by a half wall so he could still watch her as she moved through it. She got a glass, a jug of tea and a lemon out as she started speaking to him again. "Anyways, like I was saying before, when I first moved in, this place was light as the sun. White and yellow walls. The yellow was just horrible though so I had to change it. Moving in was kind of just another 'screw you' to my dad just like when I got myself emancipated." She put the jug of tea back into the fridge and walked over to Steve with his glass of sweet tea which she had added a slice of lemon to. "I hope that it's okay it's sweet tea. My old roommate was from the South and his mom made the best iced sweet tea and I've never been able to drink tea the same as I used to. I have some early grey somewhere if you prefer that."

"No, sweet tea is perfect. Thank you," Steve thanked her and she winked at him as she moved back into the kitchen. "You haven't spoken about him a lot. Your father, I mean. Other than to bad mouth him."

"There's not much good that could be said about him if I'm being honest," Scottie responded as she glanced back at him over the half wall. "The only good memories I have of the man was when I was about five and six years old, just before my mom left him. He was a fun dad, when he wasn't working that is. My mom left and then I guess he went downhill." She shrugged and walked back into the room with a can of Coke. She sat down beside him on the couch leaving some space between them but turned her body towards him completely.

"Why did you get yourself emancipated, Scottie?" Steve asked with curiosity before he took a sip of his tea. The tea was good and felt cool going down his dry throat.

"Well, I don't like being controlled. I don't like that being told that I had to wear a dress to an event I didn't even want to go to in the first place. I should be able to wear whatever I wanted to. I shouldn't be a prisoner in my own home. I shouldn't feel like everything is my fault. I get that a parent has rights, like having me to go to school – he had no trouble with that, for the record – but there's a line." Scottie sighed before letting out a small, weak chuckle. Her brown eyes were running over the Coke can in her hands, her brows furrowed slightly. "He once told me that he wanted me to marry Harry Osborn and that I needed to 'toss myself in his way' once he returned from boarding school."

Steve looked down at his glass, a new anger surging in his mind towards her father. "So he was controlling."

"Quite so." Scottie said with a small smile as she nudged him playfully. "But hey, let's not dwell on my dad. He doesn't deserve it. Are you enjoying your sweet tea, Steve?"

He turned his head and once again he was taken aback by Scottie with her doe eyes. He couldn't help but admire their beauty. He always did love brown eyes… Peggy. He couldn't help that the name ran through his head. Scottie and Peggy certainly looked nothing alike, Scottie had darker skin and darker brown hair. Besides, Scottie and he didn't seem to have romantic feelings or intentions towards one another.

"Yes, of course. Did you make it yourself?"

"Well, Lipton tea bags and a pot of boiling water helped, but it was mainly me, yes." They laughed together for a long moment.

"Don't forget the sugar's role." He pointed out.

"Heh, right." She said before she took a sip of her Coke. He watched her as she did, admiring her beautiful olive skin. When she looked back over and caught him looking, he turned his head away. He didn't want to creep her out and was sure she was going to call him out on it but was surprised at her next words. "Want me to give you a tour of my apartment?"

"Sure, I'd like that." Steve agreed as he stood up. She gave him the full run through of her apartment. It was a bit lighter than the living room area but still wasn't the brightest. Her room was perhaps the brightest with it's light brown walls. He glanced around the room with a queen sized bed and noticed a picture of Scottie kissing the cheek of a guy with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. Scottie noticed it also and picked it up, looking at him sheepishly.

"That would be the 'friend' I mentioned needing a roommate. He went to the same school as I did and lived here by himself at that time." Scottie picked up the picture frame, tracing the guy's face with her index finger.

"Were you two dating when you moved in?" Steve questioned.

"No, it happened after I lived here a few months. He was a nice guy. It was kind of a surprise for both of us, but we were comfortable with each other and so it kind of just made sense for us to date I guess." Scottie was frowning, a sigh escaping her lips. She looked back up at Steve with a small shrug. "We dated through college and once we graduated I found out he was cheating on me with one of our friends from school. He told me the day he was moving out he had been cheating since the day the two of them met."

"I'm sorry, Scottie." Steve walked over and put a hand on her shoulder.

"No, don't be. I wasn't ever really happy with him. It got to a point I was just with him to be with him. And I think he was with me for the same reason. I mean, I didn't realize that at first, I was an absolute mess, but it got better." Scottie shrugged as she walked over to the waste basket in her room and tossed the photo in. "Out with the old though. Should we go look at what crappy movies I have in my collection and choose one? I've got popcorn that we can butter up and I can order from the Chinese restaurant down the street since I only have expired groceries here. My treat."

Steve shifted on his feet, rubbing his neck. He hadn't exactly had enough time to catch up on anything in movies since he was unfrozen. He didn't even know where to start, and to his knowledge Scottie didn't know about his past.

"Sure," He finally responded with a short nod and a tight smile. "You choose though. I don't like making decisions on movies… And I may need your help with choosing what to eat at the Chinese place."

Steve was afraid she would mock him about not knowing what to order from a Chinese restaurant but she just gave him her dazzling smile that made the pit in his stomach disappear.

"Of course I'll help! Come on, I've got a menu somewhere in the kitchen." Scottie turned and started to walk back into the kitchen. Steve couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips as he followed after her. He knew for sure Scottie was going to be a huge part in educating him on this century even if she didn't know it herself.