Yes, this is chapter 13! Yay!

So, once again, thank you so much, my amazing readers. You guys really know how to make my day. If I could give each one of you a cookie, I would, but since I don't know who you actually are, or bake for that matter, I'm afraid an update will have to suffice.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, or any other Marvel character, or the movies and songs mentioned. I do own Ellie though.

Just something else: To Moon Shadow2113, I honestly laughed when I realized you were right about the bottom/top half of the pictures. Wow. Sorry about that. I can't believe I did that. Thanks for pointing it out.

Enjoy chapter 13, though.

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I am moody, messy
I get restless and senseless
How you never seem to care

When I'm angry' you listen
Make me happy, it's your mission
And you wont stop 'til I'm there

-Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson

Steve's blue eyes started to open. He looked straight up at the white ceiling for a few seconds, then his ears caught the soft breaths that came from his side. He turned his head and only caught a glimpse of her back. He assumed she was asleep, so he sat up and rubbed his eyes. His mind raced back to what had happened the night before –how they both fell asleep. Falling asleep was never the intention.

After a fair amount of hesitation, he scooted over to see if she was actually still asleep. She was right on the other side of the bed, with her hands tucked under her pillow. Rolling back to his side, he took some time to get another look at the destruction made from the last night. Her bedroom was still a mess from the night before. He could see the damage done more clearly. He swung his legs over the side of the bed as quietly as possible and stood up, immediately stepping on something hard. When he moved his foot over, he saw that he had stepped on a book. Tilting his head to see it better, the title turned out to be 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban'. He had heard the name before during a conversation, but initially thought it to be just a movie.

Picking it up, along with a couple of the other books on the floor, Steve called it upon himself to start tidying up the place while she slept. After a few minutes, he had successfully managed to reorganize every book back onto her bookshelf. He scooped up as much of her clothing as he could and carefully made a pile at the foot of the bed.

Meanwhile, on the bed, Ellie was starting to wake up. She had completely forgotten what had happened the night before, but only for a few minutes as she rubbed her eyes and quietly lifted her head to see what the rustling in her room was. Her eyes thinned into two slits as she observed what was going on.

Still completely oblivious to her waking up, Steve bent down with his back facing her, starting to pick up more items of clothing when he accidentally picked up a particularly awkward piece. It was black and lace. He held it up, narrowing his eyes as he studied it closely before realizing what it really was. It's not that he was surprised to see women's underwear in a women's bedroom, but he was fascinated by how detailed it was. As far as he knew, men's underwear only came in basic colors or patterns; there was no lace involved anywhere. He wondered why Ellie would ever need, let alone wear something like that in the first place. Was basic underwear not adequate enough for her?

"What are you doing?!"

His entire body jolted. He looked back to see Ellie sitting up, watching him with a very confused look on her face. Steve's face went red as he tried to come up with the best explanation possible. Things took a turn for the worse when he saw that she had been sleeping in only a tank top and a pair of grey cotton shorts, which had ridden up hectically. He looked away as his forehead creased, looking for anything to say.

"Uh… I was cleaning up and um….," his voice staggered. Slowly, her eyes traveled down to his hand, which he was trying his best to hide behind his body. All it took was a second's glance for her to piece together the situation. She instantaneously blinked away, pursing her lips as she waited for him to drop her bra and move on from the whole scene. He somehow read her mind and hastily tossed it onto her bed before dumping the rest of the clothes.

Once the uncomfortable atmosphere thinned out, she looked around her room, which looked completely different compared to what she remembered it to look like. "You really didn't have to do all of this," she told him, her morning voice still evident. "But thanks."

"Did I wake you?" he asked her, sitting down by her feet, trying his hardest to move on from the past state of affairs. She shook her head. "I was just about to clean up the broken lamp. I don't suppose you have a broom lying around here somewhere, since you're kind of a witch?"

Ellie rolled her eyes, partially smiling at his lame attempt at a joke and partially smiling at his hair, which stood up messily in almost every direction. She was so used to seeing his hair either gelled back or simply combed. At that moment, chunks fell over his eyes while the rest stood up. "No, Steve. I don't keep brooms in my room. I'm not that strange. And I'm also not a witch. I don't use witchcraft."

He chuckled at himself proudly for making her smile. "Alright then. I'll just go grab one then," he insisted and as he was about to stand up, she moved forward and grabbed his arm.

"Wait. I think I might be able to do this one," she said, sitting up on her knees, leaning over the side of the bed. Steve moved in beside her to get a better look. At first, he watched how she concentrated so intensely, then turned to the shattered lamp. In a few seconds, the pieces started drifting towards each other, creating a heap of broken shards. In the end, it looked as though someone had manually swept the pieces up.

"That's …," he chocked, and let out a small laugh of disbelief, even though he had seen her work before. "Wow. I might never get used to that," he scoffed. She crossed her legs and sighed, tucking a loose wave of hair behind her ear. "What?" Steve smiled, lightly nudging her.

Ellie scrunched up her nose slightly, as if she was hesitating about something. "It's just bizarre," she huffed under her breath.

Steve looked at her with a puckered brow. "What is?"

"Everything," she shrugged. "This. For so long I never thought that I'd be able to control it."

"Well I think you're doing a pretty good job."

She bit her smile. "Thanks."After a pause of silence, she moved back to her sleeping position, flopping back onto her pillow and climbing back underneath the covers. "Well...I'm going back to bed," she announced, covering her head with her duvet. Everything went quiet for a while as she shut her eyes, only listening to the sound of her own breathing. Then, out of nowhere, she felt her duvet being ripped away, followed by the sound of Steve's laughter.

"What the hell?!" she whined as her hands frantically felt around for her covers again. Steve folded her duvet up as far as he could so that she was forced to actually get up instead of going back to sleep. "Aw, Steve. This is bullshit!" she jokingly complained. "You spent the night in my room. You don't get to do this to me!"

He ignored her and stood up, folded his arms. "It's seven thirty," he reminded her, "we already overslept."

She shook her head. "Oh hell no. That is not what you call oversleeping. Oversleeping is waking up at two thirty in the afternoon. It's a Saturday morning for Christ's sake. You already woke me up, now the least you can do is to let me sleep again."

"Fine. I'm going for a jog around the block. When I get back, I expect you to be awake or I'll bring Barton in here with his bucket of ice water."

"Bite me," she grunted back as she rolled onto her stomach, wrapping her arms around her pillow. Steve took the duvet cover and threw it over her again. He took the plastic bag that was lining her small trashcan underneath her desk and quickly shoveled up the broken pieces of lamp on the floor. Ellie knew what he was doing, but didn't offer him any help as payback for taking her covers away from her. She watched him slave away with one eye open.

"Goodbye, Ellie," he eventually said as he opened her door, ready to leave.

She made an effort to completely lift her head to say one last thing to him before he disappeared into the hallway. For some reason, seeing him standing at the door to leave her triggered a knot within her stomach. She gulped and swiped her lip over bottom lip, trying to overcome the sudden feeling inside. "Hey Steve," her groggy voice called out,He smiled down at her, still waiting for her to say what she needed to say. "Thank you for everything. You have no idea what it means to me."

"It's no problem, really," he shrugged and lightly drummed his fingers on the door. "See you later."

"Yeah."

With one brief wave, he slipped through her door and vanished. As soon as he door closed, she dropped her head back onto her pillow, burying her face completely.

"Oh fuck," she groaned to herself and shut her eyes, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."