Saving Steve (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter 6 - Little Black Notebook

"Let's go now to Diana, out in the field. Diana?"

"I'm here on the southeast side of the city near Grande and Division following the story of the Rowley Renegade. Earlier this afternoon police responded to reports of shots fired. When they arrived, they found five alleged gang members-"

You groan and turn off the TV. You really can't take any more reports of violence so close by. Especially after a full week of not leaving your apartment and doing nothing but watching news coverage. It's starting to take a toll on your psyche.

Thirst calls you to the kitchen and you grab a carton of juice, taking a swig straight from it before heading to the window. Eager to absorb the last hour of daylight you pull back the curtains and look out over the quiet street below. 

A bright glint - like sun on glass - shines from a car window in the parking lot. You spot a black Lincoln town car and furrow your brow as you watch a flurry of movement from within. After a moment it quickly pulls away, and speeds down the street. 

Weird.

A muffled ringing from your bedroom has you abandoning your juice as you run through the living room to grab it before you miss the call. A grin spreads across your face when you see Blair's name light up your screen.

"Hi Bee," you answer cheerfully.

"Y/n!" her voice comes through with a slight echo, some clanging in the background. "You sound better! How are you feeling?"

You laugh, and stretch. "A little sore. But those bruises on my back are almost gone I think."

"Good. Hey, I know you're taking some time to recover but...I was kind of hoping you were ready to come back."

You press your lips together and take a deep breath. It's true, you've been antsy for the last few days. And missing your friend. But there's still a part of you that is nervous to leave the apartment.

"I don't know, Bee. How have things been?" you ask.

"Really quiet. No fights, no problems. And Henry hasn't come back. Whatever Tarzan's friend did to him, he's gone."

You wince, wondering what had happened to the scumbag. 

"And the guy?" you ask. "Has he...has he come back?"

"Tarzan himself? Oh yeah. Every day at dinner he swings in on his vines like usual. Still doesn't talk much, but at least he smiles at me now when he comes in and doesn't just lurk like a creep."

You laugh at Blair's antics. "You can't run around calling him Tarzan, Bee."

"Why not? He's hairy, and I would bet you a thousand bucks he has some wicked muscles under those sweatshirts he wears. So until he gives me a name to work with, it's staying. Anyway, what do you say? It's just me and the new guy. I could use some help."

"What's he like? The new guy," you ask with a chuckle.

"Casey? He's...well, Casey's fine I guess. Seems to really want to be on dinner shift even though he's technically assigned nights. Always comes in early to help with the line. But...he's kind of clueless. That food pantry place sent us some fresh Tilapia for a fish fry with the families on Wednesday. I asked him to grab it from the fridge and he actually had to ask me what Tilapia was."

"Oh gosh," you chuckle, smacking your forehead. "Okay. Sure, Bee. I'll come in tonight. But for bed assignments. I need to shower and get ready so I won't be in for the dinner line."

"Thank goodness. I need you babe. You complete me."

You laugh once more and bid goodbye to your friend before you begin your shower routine. Once dressed you grab your purse and head to your car. It's right where your stranger left it.