Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3230 Warnings: Angst. Language. Fluff
The others were already waiting when they arrived in the room most frequented by them all.
Lily hadn’t said a word on the ride down in the elevator, only chewed nervously on her lip. Steve was glad it was a short ride for if she’d kept that up, she would have bloodied it. Every so often she quivered, nerves and fear a potent mix, causing the hair on his neck to stand up as his own battle-honed instincts itched. There was no danger, but that didn’t stop him from feeling twitchy thanks to her nerves.
He took her hand as her shaking intensified, and led her through the sea of weights and workout equipment toward the floor of mats, giving her ample free space. The memory of those giant wings prominent in his mind. Once they reached the center, he turned to face her, but when the others made to close in, he waved them back.
“Steve…” Her breath hitched wildly. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.” He cupped her face and ran his thumbs over her pale cheeks.
“No… no, I…” Panic made her breathing shallow.
“Look at me, Lily.” Command laced his voice, forcing ice blue eyes, paled nearly to silver, to latch with his. “No one is going to hurt you. I give you my word. Trust me.”
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