Heroes ▷ Captain America

07. an open book

Bucky put an arm around her, in a friendly gesture. "Come on Lyn, lighten up. Dernier specialises in bombs, he'll be fine."

She nudged him off her with smirk, laughing with him as Steve looked on fondly. He was glad Bucky and Evelyn got on so well.

Evelyn's smile dropped as she heard the familiar sound of Hydra's engines. Jim, who was up in the trees, whistled and flashed his torch. When they saw this, Dugan handed Dernier the bomb and he scurried off onto the road, rolling under the tank and placing it on the engine. While this was happening, Evelyn bit her lip in anticipation. She was worrying too much, she knew that, Dernier knew what he was doing but she couldn't help it.

She stood next to Steve, hand to her mouth, tapping her foot. "I can't look," she breathed, turning so her back was facing the scene. There was a loud explosion that made her eyes screw shut, fearing the worst. But the French man just yelled in success. The rest of the Howling commandos ran to him to congratulate him, lifting him up in the air. Evelyn whistled, chanting his name with the rest of group. Without thinking, she jumped into the arms of one of her teammates. She laughed gleefully, though noticed how it took the person a few moments to wrap their arms around her.

She opened her eyes to see who she was hugging. It was Steve. Although she should've felt uncomfortable, she was too relieved to care who the hell it was.

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A few hours later, a tired looking Steve was at the door of her tent. They were all wrecked, really. The hoard of German soldiers were a tough fight, but they pulled through with minimal casualties. Evelyn looked up from the latest letter from her mothers nurse, they kept regular contact so she could know everything from any breakthroughs to if she had gotten any better.

But most of the time her mother wasn't getting any better, the letters just detailed much worse problems.

"Hey, busy?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

She shook her head, sending him a quick smile even though her heart was heavy. Ann's letter had told her that they had to take her mother to the hospital. "What's up?"

"About the picture...in my compass."

She set the letter on her cot, sighing softly, it was bound to come up sooner or later. "You kept it." she stated quietly.

That caught Steve off guard, he was expecting her to say how it was unprofessional and how he should take it out to avoid anymore awkwardness but what she said made his heart all warm and fuzzy. It was pretty obvious to everyone around them that he wasn't over her, and she sure as hell wasn't over him, but they had to put a pin in their feelings. Now was not the time.

"I did. Did you not want me to?"

She stayed silent for a few minutes, wondering if she actually liked it or not. It was quite nice to know that he'd kept it, especially since she sang praises of it. "No, it would be a shame to get rid of such talent."

There was so much she wanted to say, but she couldn't get the words out. Not when the letter on the cot had her mind swimming. As they sat in awkward silence, her eyes kept flitting to the letter, more importantly the last line that read: I'm sorry dear, but she may not have as much fight as we intentionally thought. It was selfish of her to think that one conversation with her mother about staying for each other was going to change everything, the cruelness of fate had decided to take her mother from her and there was no stopping it.

Steve caught wind of her constant fidgeting, the way her fingers tangled and untangled together so they would have something to do. He followed her gaze to the paper on the cot. He noticed the way every time she glanced at it, her bottom lip trembled ever so slightly. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but he felt he would be prying into her personal life a little too much.

But then a small sob bubbled from her lips, and he didn't care if they had to be professional or not. She brushed her hands over her face, to stop any sound that would have the rest of the team barge in in an instant. "Sorry," she whispered. She hated him seeing her like this. She was Lieutenant Liberty goddamn it, a symbol for little girls and teenagers that women could be strong and here she was, a blubbering mess all because of a damn piece of paper.

Steve didn't want to, but in order for him to actually know what had made her this way, he scanned over the letter. His features morphed from confusion to horror and sadness as he got closer to the end of the letter. Without thinking, more of a reflex than anything, he wrapped his arms around her. She didn't protest, in fact, she welcomed it. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to, because Evelyn knew exactly what this meant.

He was apologising.

Not just for her mother's deteriorating health, but for everything. For the torture she endured that he so badly wanted to prevent, for the hours upon hours of training she had to go through until she could barely walk and for being an idiot when it came down to hurting her. She could read him like an open book, maybe because he left it open for her to read. For once in about six months, she was comfortable to be around him.

When he kissed the top of her head, she couldn't help but giggle through the tears. "What?" he questioned. Had he gone too far?

"I'm so glad Bucky isn't here."

And then they both laughed, like the troubles they were about to walk into were nothing more than a bad dream.

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A/N: Very heavy Stevelyn here, and I just realised that this book might not be that long. Probably about five or six chapters left??? Depending how long I make them and how much original content I want in it.

Don't really have that much to say, see you in the next chapter!

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