Author: Emilia Rachana Copper PM
Can Captain America save her from an abusive relationship and teach her not all guys are the same? At least until Mischief rears his horned head. Steve/OC Loki/OCRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Captain America/Steve R. - Chapters: 24 - Words: 27,860 - Reviews: 86 - Favs: 23 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 10-02-12 - Published: 07-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8278289
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Steve Rogers sat in the Stark Towers gym attacking a hanging sand filled punching bag when the new Avengers recruit, Camilla, walked in.
"Steve, it's three in the morning why are you awake?" Camilla rasped.
"I can't sleep." Steve said not looking from the bag.
"It's Friday, you have all this week, the weekend, and every other time."
"What if there's an attack from Loki again?"
"Then you can blame me for not getting your workout in. Put the extra bags away and go."
"Go to sleep Steve."
Steve stopped hitting the bag and put the extras that were lined up on the floor away and slammed his locker shut, giving the eighteen year old a dull look while she had a triumphant smirk dancing on her lips.
They were like this every night, she would wake up to find him punching away and then sent him off to bed.
The next morning Camilla walked out to find the other guys sitting at the table waiting for Steve to finish cooking, what looked like pancakes. Tony Stark and Bruce Banner both had cups of coffee in front of them. Natasha Romanoff was not sitting at the table so she was either back at her home or still sleeping.
"Morning everybody!" Camilla chirped, earning glares from Clint Barton and Tony.
"How are you so damn perky?" Tony asked taking a large gulp from his coffee.
"Because there can never be enough happiness in the world." She said giving her most sparkly of smiles.
"Pancakes are ready!" Steve announced plopping two pancakes on the plates that were in front of everybody.
Clint hungrily wolfed down his food, while Tony just poked and picked at them. Bruce half mindedly ate them while typing something on his computer. Steve sat down next to Camilla and asked for the syrup.
Passing it to him, she took a bite of the warm made from scratch fluffy pancakes and closed her eyes in delight.
"These are amazing Steve!" Camilla exclaimed.
"You say that every time." Steve responded.
"Because they are divine every time; I could eat these everyday!"
Steve smiled and continued to eat. It was hard to see Camilla as an adult when she acted like she was a kid. After everyone was finished and the plates cleared, Camilla announced that she would be gone again today.
She went to her room and returned with a light pastel yellow tunic, spotless white skinny jeans that accented her thin frame, a mess of silver bangles on her wrist, and her tightly curled blonde hair looked soft and beautiful. Steve looked at her and could not help thinking that she was beautiful and that her honey colored skin seemed to glow. He shook the thought from his head. What was he thinking? She was a team member, and besides she was already in a relationship. The explanation for her 'glowing' was that she was. It was her powers. Technically she had power over flame, but she didn't like that so instead she channeled it into light and energy, like the sun.
Steve watched as she bounced into the private elevator and gave a tiny wave as the doors closed. What he didn't see, was the second the doors closed, Camilla slumped against the wall and dropped her well practiced smile. She was getting tired of having to act excited every time she went to see Luke, her boyfriend. She desperately wanted to break up with him, but she was afraid of what he might do if she did. She noticed that she was almost at the ground floor, so she composed herself and walked out the second the door opened. She saw the black camaro sitting outside with the windows rolled down. She saw Luke smoking a cigarette and she walked out trying to hide her disgust.
"Have a nice day Ms. Blake!" the receptionist said as Camilla walked out the door.
When she opened the car door, Luke leaned over to kiss her and she locked lips with him, waiting for him to break the kiss. Instead he started to make it deeper and started to crawl towards her. All of the alarms went off in her head.
"Luke, stop!" Camilla warned.
"No baby, it's okay" he said as he reached for her jean's zipper.
She wouldn't say she didn't warn him, she grabbed his arm and sent heat shooting through his body. He recoiled back and after he hit his head on the roof, he glared at her.
"God you're hot. Are you sick? If you are and passed it to me I'm gonna be pissed." He hissed.
"N-No, I think it's just because it's hot outside and since we're in a black car it's hotter and-"
"You don't like my car?" he asked infuriated.
"No baby I love your car, I was just saying-"
He raised his hand and slapped her. She stopped talking and tried to hold back the tears that were burning behind her eyes. Luke started the car and they drove to the movie theater.