bruises and scars ; four

                                                      𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 𝟐𝟐/𝟎𝟒/𝟏𝟗

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Hello lovelies! Welcome back to my fanfiction. Today I am sharing the fourth chapter. Trying to add some romance into it all. I’m not the best romance writer but without practice I won’t get better, so bare with me as I learn and develop. Now let’s get started

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"Steven" it was a weak voice that met his ears where he sat beside the bed on which she laid. It was a relief hearing it after she'd been knocked out for two hours. She was still wearing her suit, he was a gentleman and undressing someone unconscious and without consent was not really something that fit that description.

Her hair was a mess, yet somehow it still framed her face perfectly, her beautiful features prominent even underneath the new bruises and old scars. He had already wiped off the blue blood. It still appeared odd to the man, how hers was not the color of a ruby, like his own. In his eyes it made her seem like a celestial being, because along with the stunning aspects of her physique, there was only the scars that made her something more human than a goddess in his eyes.

He gave her a smile, as though she was a child who'd been through something bad whom he needed to comfort and tell everything was okay. But the female knew better and she pulled herself up, obviously still tired, her arms  nearly folding under her. He quickly reached out and helped her reach her goal of sitting up, leaning her back against the headboard. When he knew her position was stable, he leaned back hesitantly. “What happened out there?” He asked, his voice was as businesslike as any other time, he didn’t want to worry her by sounding scared, even though he was frightened.

“They were there, i couldn’t do anything towards them, they burned a building, they kidnapped people, saw me, and i don’t anything more” her words were connected into several short sentences that together explained what had happened to her. He looked puzzled, he understood what she had said, what he didn’t understand was why they’d done what they did. From her previous stories about the Kree species he’d understood it like they killed the population of a planet, not kidnapped them. Now he had no doubt in his mind that at least one casualty had been made in the burning building she told him about but it still didn’t make sense.

“Carol, you need to rest” he said and got up. “I need to the others, we’re going to need all the help we can get”. His words were softer than before, as his mind was wandering. He’d realized that it didn’t matter how good a team he and Carol was, they’d need more help, and they had it just on the other side of a phone line. He saw the blonde nod and try to get up. In a hurry he placed a hand on her chest “stay down” he spoke, feeling the subtle beating of her heart underneath the suit and her skin, the rhythmic pulse against his palm that told her she was alive.

He let go of her and clenched his fist as he turned around to walk towards the kitchen where his phone was. Her heat against his skin had been enough to paralyze him for a second, and he had no explanation of why. But now he needed to focus, the time had come for them to assemble again, yet another threat for the earth had shown itself and as he picked up his phone there was no hesitation in his movement. He scrolled through the many s in the technological device until he saw the name of the man with whom he had so many disagreements, but whom he also knew would he his best bet to call together the Avengers, Tony Stark.

The call took him a few minutes and through the open door to the bedroom he could see the blonde’s curious looks at him as well as her remarks when he said something wrong about the situation. He quickly corrected himself when she did that as he knew her knowledge of their threat was much greater than his.

They needed to leave, to go to the establishment in which they could prepare properly. However he wondered if the female could make it and it wasn’t until she stood up that he decided they had no choice. He grabbed his essentials, his shield and his suit, before walking up to her “We need to go, to the Avengers headquarters”. He always felt a little weird saying their team name, but that was who they were, a name they’d gotten from the very woman whose arm he now placed around his shoulders.

She was not heavy as he let her lean on him. Not that he’d expected her to be but he realized she wasn’t using him much as as they walked. It annoyed him the slightest bit and he didn’t know why, he should be happy that she could take care of herself.

He didn’t know what had happened with the Kree and neither, it seemed, did she. Whatever technology they had used on her, or whatever they had done to her, he just hoped it wouldn’t kill any of them when they stood against the invasion. Fear always seemed to be a common theme on his emotions and whilst he’d learned to handle it well he could never get rid of it completely. Maybe he shouldn’t though, maybe that constant pressure made him do better, made him think before he acted. Maybe it was for the best.

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