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Eye Contact [Steve Rogers x Reader]

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You can hardly remember how exactly you had joined the famous Avengers. The day of Loki’s attempt for world domination was when you were noticed. You had been fighting off aliens in your office building while trying to find a way to escape. Although you can’t remember where you were born or raised or taught, you had impressive fighting skills and a gift. Telekinesis and ‘manipulation’ you had begun to call it; you could control objects, even people, with your mind. A gift and a curse in the beginning, but now that you have control over your power it can be helpful most times. You’ve seen the Avengers’ abilities as a group, but you figured that kind of lifestyle just isn’t for you. You don’t enjoy being tied to so much responsibility and expectation; a reason that confuses you even more so of how you ended up living in the Stark Tower.

~Flashback~

You ran with heaving breaths through the falling concrete that was once your office building, taking down aliens as you passed. Once outside you hid in the alley trying to catch your breath. ‘How they do this daily is beyond me,’ you thought tiredly. A loud explosion disturbed your thoughts and you realized you had no actual plan from here. “Thank god I wore slacks and flats today,” you laughed to yourself. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for a fight, focusing all of your energy into escaping the city. ‘You can do this, _____!’ you thought confidently, eyes burning with a determined fire.

*Small Skip Forward*

You swept your hand harshly as a group of aliens surrounded you into a corner, throwing them across the street. You were utterly exhausted; hair matted, clothes ripped, dust and grime covered skin, blood covering your right temple from a close call. Your energy is running out, your power weakening with time. There’s too many now and you’re at the end of your rope. If you were going down, you were taking as many as you could with you. You raised your hand, focusing all of your energy into one last wave. Suddenly, the aliens fell to the floor, lifeless and unresponsive. ‘So much for that honorable movie ending,’ you thought to yourself. You wobbled tiredly down the street panting heavily, when the pay phone next to you rang. You had an inkling of what kind of phone call it could be, but you were compelled to answer it. With a sigh, you reached for the phone and put it to your ear silently.

“__(f/n)__  __(l/n)__. We’ve been watching you for quite some time. I think it’s time for us to have a small talk.”

~End Flashback~

‘Nick sure knew how to make an entrance,’ you thought bitterly. “Curse that man,” you said quietly. “Jarvis?” you asked, sitting up in bed. “Yes, Ms. _____.” “Is there anyone in the training room right now?” you questioned hopefully. “I do not detect any life forms in the training room as of now, Ms. _____.” You nodded wordlessly and looked at the clock. ‘2:34 in the morning,’ you thought sadly. “Thank you, Jarvis.”

You’ve always been plagued with odd sleeping cycles. Some days you were exhausted for no reason, others you wouldn’t sleep at all. Tonight is one of those nights apparently. You finished wrapping your hands as you entered the training room, your socked feet gently padding against the floor. When you couldn’t sleep you had the habit of coming to the training room and knock around the sand bag for a while. No one knows of your nightly habit, at least to your knowledge. Your fists made contact with the bag in a series of blows. Since you were relatively new to the group you haven’t really made friends with all of them yet. Natasha was the first person to talk to you, being the only girl in the group must have had its drawbacks when it came to girl talk. You two became close extremely fast, together when one or the other wasn’t too busy. You started assisting Bruce with little experiments here and there when he needed it which left you two on pretty good terms. Of course, this is Stark Tower, so you have met the all famous billionaire playboy philanthropist of the building but usually strictly on business. You have seen Clint around once in a while, but haven’t thought of an interesting conversation starter for him yet. Thor is doing godly business you assume, but have had few enjoyable talks with him while he was on Earth. Then, there was Captain America. He was your second best friend in the Avengers, after Natasha. A small smile crossed your face as you started to practice your kicks on the bag. You will always remember the day Steve Rogers had changed your life.

~Flashback~

You sat in an all-white room with very few objects to fill it. A simple bed, desk, and a few toys or random objects scattered about the room. The walls were clear so the people outside could keep track of you. After you had reluctantly agreed to join the Avengers, Fury thought it’d be safer for you to go under an ‘evaluation’. Despite your strong control over your power when it came to inanimate objects, sometimes it got out control when it came to living things. People have been ‘manipulated’ even when you had not intended to use it on them. As training, Fury thought it’d be best to keep you under constant supervision with a little one on one social interaction a couple times a day. Eye contact with another person usually started the phenomena.  The goal was to practice controlling the power around humans. So here you are, locked in a cell where random people would talk or eat with you to see if you could prevent yourself from invading their mind.
“_____, I’m here with lunch. It’s grilled cheese!” a kind female voice stated. “Hello, Anna. It’s nice to see you,” you stated softly while sitting on the bed. Anna was the person who would always eat lunch with you, sometimes dinner too; she was your favorite visitor. “I brought a donut to share for dessert!” she whispered excitedly as her eyebrows waggled. You laughed and nodded, sitting on the floor with your back resting against the bed to enjoy your lunch. “How much longer do I have to stay here, Anna?” you asked quietly. The woman paused in her ministrations and slowly put the tray of food down onto the desk. “You aren’t ready yet, _____,” she stated sadly. Anger and grief filled your senses as you quickly turned your head towards the woman. Anna suddenly flew against the wall, grasping her neck as if someone was squeezing it tightly. “__-____,” she gasped out. Realization dawned on you and you quickly looked away, hearing Anna fall to the ground gasping for breath. “_____?” Anna whispered. “Get out.” You said. “_____ listen to m-“ “Get out!” you screamed. The bed flew towards the door, forcing the poor woman to run through it quickly. Tears escaped your eyes as you paced around the room trying to calm yourself down. ‘As long as I don’t look anyone in the eyes…’ you internally repeated to yourself over and over. A man’s voice suddenly came through the radio on your desk; a voice you have not heard. “_____, my name is Steve Rogers, or as you probably know as Captain America. I have been asked to help you with this project and I said yes. Welcome to the team.”

~End Flashback~

Your punches and kicks came out harder as you came out of that memory. Steve had talked with you for weeks simply through that radio. You guys talked about music, movies, books, and life. In the beginning of those weeks, you had not said much except for the occasional yes or no question or a simple thank you for your delivery of food. You made sure to not look at a person out of fear of another moment. Every talk with Steve made it easier. He was kind; he treated you like a normal person; he was absolutely the best thing that has ever happened to you.  He helped you get through enough training to where you could control yourself for the most part. There was never another freak accident after that. After training, you had moved into Stark Tower as an official Avenger. You stopped your punches for a moment to catch your breath and wiped the sweat from your brow. “Can’t sleep?” you heard a familiar voice ask.

“Not tonight,” you said, not turning around to face him. “What about you? It’s almost 4 in the morning,” you questioned as you unwrap your hands. “I’ve had enough time to sleep, _____,” Steve chuckled. “True, but I’m sure even Sleeping Beauty needs an occasional sleep.” “Sleeping Beauty wasn’t asleep for 70 or so years,” he teasingly pointed out. “Even more true,” you laughed as you turned away to put the sand bag back. “_____... I know what you’re doing.” Steve sighed. “Doing what?” you asked innocently. “You’re not looking at me like before,” he answered. “Well it’s kind of a force of habit now, I mean I was locked up with only myself for a few months maybe I’m just use-“ your sentence was cut short as you turned around and your eyes met with a blue cloth covered chest. You resisted the instinct to look up until you felt a hand tilt your chin upwards. “Steve…” you whispered as a blush dusts your cheeks. He smiled and gently pulled you closer, his arm around your waist. “What are you doin-“ you were cut short as his lips pressed against your own. When the two of you separated, you were staring into his eyes with a confused face.

“See, you can look me in the eyes!” he said with a grin.
Hi everyone! This is just something I came up with. I'm debating whether I should actually change it into a series of chapters instead, but I'm not sure if I'd be able to draw it out that long. It's nothing too fluffy, I don't think. Please comment and critique! 
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DenisheaBates14's avatar

Damnit Steve what are you doing to me you making me fall for you