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"You have one unheard message. First unheard message:"

You were checking the voicemail that an unknown number had left on your phone.

"(F/n), it's Steve. I want to talk to you about what happened in Sokovia. Before you get upset, I'm not blaming you. Please ... just let me know you're still alive ..."

"End of message. To ch-"

You ended the voicemail call. That was the fifth one this week. "Steve ..." You whispered as you let your phone drop to the floor in your apartment.

You hadn't seen him or talked to him since Sokovia two weeks ago. The only time you left home was for work, because you shopped on your way home most of the time.

Steve hadn't been to the gym you worked at since then, either. Probably busy training the new Avengers.

As if on cue, your phone rang again. Another unknown number. You let it ring out and go to voicemail. Then it started to ring again.

With a scowl, you picked it up and answered it. "If this is any sort of 'let us recruit you', I will personally burn you and your residence to the ground!" you snapped.

"Yikes! What did I do to you?" Natasha asked. "And you finally answered! If Steve were around, he'd probably demand to talk to you."

"Screw you." You ended the call.

Your phone started ringing again. You rejected the call and turned it off.

Maybe it was time you invested in candles or something you could burn. Maybe the aromas would help you forget what happened. You had tried a lot of things to take your mind off the images burned into your mind. Not aromatherapy, but to name a few: music, punching bags, meditation ...

As you exited your apartment, you noticed a tall, blonde guy standing outside.

"No. No God please no. No. No! NOOO!!" You screeched, realizing that not only was the guy outside a certain someone, you had locked your keys inside. Again. "DAMMIT!" You kicked your door in frustration, silently thanking your past self for taking a higher floor apartment. At the same time, you were furious that you had to pick the lock to get back into your apartment.

"Did you lock yourself out?"

You pursed your lips, refusing to say a word as you stood there, glaring at the door.

"Here, let me he-"

You whipped around, fury dancing in your eyes. "I don't need your help! I am a perfectly capable woman who just locked herself out of her apartment for the fourth time this month!" You snapped at him, something you hadn't thought you'd do. "Just leave me alone, okay? I need my space, because I don't want to be labeled as a freak like everyone else! It's bad enough that I lost my parents to my abilities ..." Your throat tightened, and you bit your lip to try to stop the trembling.

Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a hug. Surprise broke your careful composure and you broke down into a sobbing wreck.

When you were finished, Steve let you go. "Better?" he asked gently.

You wiped the last tear from your face with a sniff. "Yeah."

He chuckled. "You know, for someone who can melt robots and defend a city like it's nothing, you sure cry a lot over the stupidest things. Didn't you cry because Maria ate your lunch one day because she mistook it for yours?"

You ground your teeth and mocked punched him in the arm. "I didn't cry! I just got so upset that I started to leak liquid anger!"

"Sure you did." He sounded like he didn't believe you one bit. "So, you ready?"

"For what?" You frowned in confusion. "What do you mean, ready? If you're even thinking of taking me to your new grounds, for-get it. I don't do teams. I don't do other superheroes. I just do agents and-"

"We have a few agents, so you're in your comfort zone. At least get a tour of your new facility before anything else."

"What."

~*~ Timeskip provided by Steve's Motorcycle ~*~

"I don't believe it."

"You'd better believe it. It's the one and only (F/n)."

You shrugged it off with a confidant smirk. Just a quick in and out, then you'd be on your way back to your apartment and you'd be happy-ish.

"So, my new job?" You tried to get him to spill the beans and tell you what that was.

Natasha came up to you. "(F/n), I'd recommend changing into this before you do anything else on the premises. Things are still unstable and that suit will help protect you if anything happens."

You gave her a bewildered look as she dragged you into a room in one of the building and locked the door behind you.

Now locked in what looked suspiciously like a janitor's closet, you pulled out a (f/c) suit with black riding boots (to boot). With a sigh, you changed into it, zipping up the boots and rolling your eyes with a scowl. You probably looked ridiculous.

You opened the door with a sigh. "Okay, can we please get a move on?" you asked.

Someone coughed, and you looked up.

Steve was blushing. "Uh ... y-you look ... I ... uh ..."

"You owe me fifty bucks, Rhodey!" Sam crowed. "I told you she'd make him blush!"

Now you were the one blushing. "NnnnaaaAAAaaattt!" you whined in your most obnoxious voice. "You lied to me! You totally lied to me! I swear I will have my revenge in front of these Avengers! I shall be avenged!" You made to go back into the closet to change back, but a red force field stopped you. You gave Wanda a glare.

"At least until you've seen most of zhe facility. Zhat vas zhe plan. Zhen you can decide if you vant to stay or leave." Wanda just gave you a bigger hint as to what this was all about now.

Things clicked into place now.

"No. No no no no no no no no no no. Effing no." You shook your head. "Sorry, but when did the Avengers want a hot-headed fireball like me on their team? I could easily light the whole place up like this!" You summoned fire to your hands, which was extinguished after a few seconds. Standing there, dripping wet and an unamused expression on your face, you blew a clump of wet hair out of your face. "Fine. Half an hour. Tops."

~*~ Timeskip provided by Avengers ~*~

"So, what do you think? Someplace you could call home?"

You didn't know what to say. If you moved here with the others, then you'd be somewhere you could feel safe for once. Where you wouldn't be constantly watching your back.

But at the same time, what if something happened that tore your newfound friendships apart? Where would you go then?

Steve was looking at you with expectant eyes. As if he actually cared about you ...

Wait. He did. And isn't that all that mattered? Surrounded by friends you would eventauly call family and fight alongside with? Ones you've saved the world with?

"Sure, why not?" You smiled as the tension in his shoulders slightly left. He still had a lot of things to worry about, and you just added a bit more onto his burden, but what were friends for? To use one another?

No, they were there to help as needed. And he needed you more than you thought.

He in relief. "I was afraid you'd say no, to be honest."

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. "Really? Have you such little faith in me, oh Captain my Captain?" You smiled and giggled at your little brilliant-ness at the end. "You went to all the trouble of (F/n)-napping me, dragging me through the grounds, and then ask me if I want to stay here with the guy that actually cares about me?" It wasn't until he gave you the funny look that you realized what you said. "I-I mean, what I meant to say was that ... you're a great leader and that I'd follow most of your orders! Oh, God, why is this coming out all wrong?!" You panicked, thinking that everyone would take it the wrong way.

"I know what you're trying to say, (F/n)." Steve chuckled. "How about I show you to the barracks now?"

"Barracks? How about dorm? Sleeping quarters? Uh ... hold on a moment." You reached for your phone, only to realize that you hadn't brought it, nor were you in your outfit you wore there. "Uh, Steve?"

"Yeah?" he asked.

You gave him a sheepish smile. "Would you mind horribly if we returned to my apartment, picked the lock, and packed? I kinda need to move in and such. And I'd like to get my phone so I can one-up you on what to call that place."

He chuckled and offered you an arm to escort you. "Sure, Cinderflare."

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"What did you just call me?"

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"You have one unheard message. First unheard message:"

You were checking the voicemail that an unknown number had left on your phone.

"(F/n), it's Steve. I want to talk to you about what happened in Sokovia. Before you get upset, I'm not blaming you. Please ... just let me know you're still alive ..."

"End of message. To ch-"

You ended the voicemail call. That was the fifth one this week. "Steve ..." You whispered as you let your phone drop to the floor in your apartment.

You hadn't seen him or talked to him since Sokovia two weeks ago. The only time you left home was for work, because you shopped on your way home most of the time.

Steve hadn't been to the gym you worked at since then, either. Probably busy training the new Avengers.

As if on cue, your phone rang again. Another unknown number. You let it ring out and go to voicemail. Then it started to ring again.

With a scowl, you picked it up and answered it. "If this is any sort of 'let us recruit you', I will personally burn you and your residence to the ground!" you snapped.

"Yikes! What did I do to you?" Natasha asked. "And you finally answered! If Steve were around, he'd probably demand to talk to you."

"Screw you." You ended the call.

Your phone started ringing again. You rejected the call and turned it off.

Maybe it was time you invested in candles or something you could burn. Maybe the aromas would help you forget what happened. You had tried a lot of things to take your mind off the images burned into your mind. Not aromatherapy, but to name a few: music, punching bags, meditation ...

As you exited your apartment, you noticed a tall, blonde guy standing outside.

"No. No God please no. No. No! NOOO!!" You screeched, realizing that not only was the guy outside a certain someone, you had locked your keys inside. Again. "DAMMIT!" You kicked your door in frustration, silently thanking your past self for taking a higher floor apartment. At the same time, you were furious that you had to pick the lock to get back into your apartment.

"Did you lock yourself out?"

You pursed your lips, refusing to say a word as you stood there, glaring at the door.

"Here, let me he-"

You whipped around, fury dancing in your eyes. "I don't need your help! I am a perfectly capable woman who just locked herself out of her apartment for the fourth time this month!" You snapped at him, something you hadn't thought you'd do. "Just leave me alone, okay? I need my space, because I don't want to be labeled as a freak like everyone else! It's bad enough that I lost my parents to my abilities ..." Your throat tightened, and you bit your lip to try to stop the trembling.

Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a hug. Surprise broke your careful composure and you broke down into a sobbing wreck.

When you were finished, Steve let you go. "Better?" he asked gently.

You wiped the last tear from your face with a sniff. "Yeah."

He chuckled. "You know, for someone who can melt robots and defend a city like it's nothing, you sure cry a lot over the stupidest things. Didn't you cry because Maria ate your lunch one day because she mistook it for yours?"

You ground your teeth and mocked punched him in the arm. "I didn't cry! I just got so upset that I started to leak liquid anger!"

"Sure you did." He sounded like he didn't believe you one bit. "So, you ready?"

"For what?" You frowned in confusion. "What do you mean, ready? If you're even thinking of taking me to your new grounds, for-get it. I don't do teams. I don't do other superheroes. I just do agents and-"

"We have a few agents, so you're in your comfort zone. At least get a tour of your new facility before anything else."

"What."

~*~ Timeskip provided by Steve's Motorcycle ~*~

"I don't believe it."

"You'd better believe it. It's the one and only (F/n)."

You shrugged it off with a confidant smirk. Just a quick in and out, then you'd be on your way back to your apartment and you'd be happy-ish.

"So, my new job?" You tried to get him to spill the beans and tell you what that was.

Natasha came up to you. "(F/n), I'd recommend changing into this before you do anything else on the premises. Things are still unstable and that suit will help protect you if anything happens."

You gave her a bewildered look as she dragged you into a room in one of the building and locked the door behind you.

Now locked in what looked suspiciously like a janitor's closet, you pulled out a (f/c) suit with black riding boots (to boot). With a sigh, you changed into it, zipping up the boots and rolling your eyes with a scowl. You probably looked ridiculous.

You opened the door with a sigh. "Okay, can we please get a move on?" you asked.

Someone coughed, and you looked up.

Steve was blushing. "Uh ... y-you look ... I ... uh ..."

"You owe me fifty bucks, Rhodey!" Sam crowed. "I told you she'd make him blush!"

Now you were the one blushing. "NnnnaaaAAAaaattt!" you whined in your most obnoxious voice. "You lied to me! You totally lied to me! I swear I will have my revenge in front of these Avengers! I shall be avenged!" You made to go back into the closet to change back, but a red force field stopped you. You gave Wanda a glare.

"At least until you've seen most of zhe facility. Zhat vas zhe plan. Zhen you can decide if you vant to stay or leave." Wanda just gave you a bigger hint as to what this was all about now.

Things clicked into place now.

"No. No no no no no no no no no no. Effing no." You shook your head. "Sorry, but when did the Avengers want a hot-headed fireball like me on their team? I could easily light the whole place up like this!" You summoned fire to your hands, which was extinguished after a few seconds. Standing there, dripping wet and an unamused expression on your face, you blew a clump of wet hair out of your face. "Fine. Half an hour. Tops."

~*~ Timeskip provided by Avengers ~*~

"So, what do you think? Someplace you could call home?"

You didn't know what to say. If you moved here with the others, then you'd be somewhere you could feel safe for once. Where you wouldn't be constantly watching your back.

But at the same time, what if something happened that tore your newfound friendships apart? Where would you go then?

Steve was looking at you with expectant eyes. As if he actually cared about you ...

Wait. He did. And isn't that all that mattered? Surrounded by friends you would eventauly call family and fight alongside with? Ones you've saved the world with?

"Sure, why not?" You smiled as the tension in his shoulders slightly left. He still had a lot of things to worry about, and you just added a bit more onto his burden, but what were friends for? To use one another?

No, they were there to help as needed. And he needed you more than you thought.

He in relief. "I was afraid you'd say no, to be honest."

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. "Really? Have you such little faith in me, oh Captain my Captain?" You smiled and giggled at your little brilliant-ness at the end. "You went to all the trouble of (F/n)-napping me, dragging me through the grounds, and then ask me if I want to stay here with the guy that actually cares about me?" It wasn't until he gave you the funny look that you realized what you said. "I-I mean, what I meant to say was that ... you're a great leader and that I'd follow most of your orders! Oh, God, why is this coming out all wrong?!" You panicked, thinking that everyone would take it the wrong way.

"I know what you're trying to say, (F/n)." Steve chuckled. "How about I show you to the barracks now?"

"Barracks? How about dorm? Sleeping quarters? Uh ... hold on a moment." You reached for your phone, only to realize that you hadn't brought it, nor were you in your outfit you wore there. "Uh, Steve?"

"Yeah?" he asked.

You gave him a sheepish smile. "Would you mind horribly if we returned to my apartment, picked the lock, and packed? I kinda need to move in and such. And I'd like to get my phone so I can one-up you on what to call that place."

He chuckled and offered you an arm to escort you. "Sure, Cinderflare."

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"What did you just call me?"