Hopelessly Yours: A Steve Rogers Love Story

Chapter 46: Healing.

A/N: HEY EVERYONE!!! I'm sorry for being ghost for a while! I had emergency surgery on my ankle! I'm doing much much better, finally not in a cast anymore! Now, without further ado! Let's finish this book!

It's been almost a year... The Avengers Facility has been under heavy fire from the FBI, CIA and Terrorism Taskforce. No ones saying anything. I stopped working at the hospital. Stopped working all together. I have more than enough money to live off of. And it's no secret that I need to step away and let go of the life and girl I used to be.

I spend most of my days looking for clues. Anything. A small hint... after the wake of The Avengers breaking up, and the dust settled, it just didn't add up. Steve Rogers. My Steve. He wouldn't leave like that. Not really. I began tearing apart our house last month looking for signs and clues as to where he might be. Nothing.

I was sitting at my dining room table, staring out the window at the steady falling of the icy winter rain. I hated this time of year now... My heart was heavy but I continued to filter through my mental filing cabinets. The memories. The times. There were so many times I thought that maybe I was crazy. Was he even real? Is any of this even real? I was snapped out of my useless overthinking by a heavy knock at the door.

I stood up slowly, cautiously, and walked towards the knocking.

There it was again, this time more urgent.

"I'm coming!!" I shouted with irritation as I unlocked the door and opened it.

There stood a somewhat older man, maybe short for being a guy, little taller than me. He wore a suit, and had an exhausted, yet cocky and pressed expression that never seemed to leave his face.

"Can I help you?" I asked after a moment of scanning each other up and down.

"Hi, Miss Rogers? Everett Ross. How ya doin? Mind if I come in?" He said and shook my hand kindly.

"There's no one here by that name. I'm sorry you must have me confused." I said harshly at the thought of the what if....

Miss Rogers....

That was supposed to be my name by now.

Rogers...

That name in itself turned my stomach inside out and made my heart physically hurt.

"Apologies. I'm with the CIA. I'd like to speak with you if you could give me a few moments of your time." He said shortly.

I looked around at the other men in gear behind him, and a blonde woman I almost recognized. She was...: Smirky..

"Alone." I said as I looked at the audience behind him.

"As you wish. Guys. Stand down. I'll meet you back at the truck in 5." Everett said.

I let him in my torn apart, trashed house.

"Redecorating?" He said almost sarcastically.

"Something like that." I rolled my eyes as I sat down at the table and gestured for him to sit too.

"I've gotta tell you. It does not look like Tony Stark's daughter lives here." He chuckled.

"How would you know anything about me?" I squinted with offense.

"You've been on our radar since Africa." Ross slapped down a file.

I opened it..

FLASHBACK 4 MONTHS AGO:

I wanted to travel. Maybe it was because I'd gotten so sick of feeling like I'm suffocating in the house that's supposed to be my home. Or the fact that everything.... literally anything, reminds me of him... I had to get out. I went on sabbatical and began traveling to different countries in hopes that maybe someday I'd run into.... him.. or even see him... just to know he's okay... that he's safe.. that they all are.