Living with the Avengers

Chapter Eleven

When am I gonna get out of here? Carter thought in absolute boredom. Her phone was dead, there were no normal books on the helicarrier, and nobody she knew was around. Then again, it shouldn't really bother me. It's not like mom and dad didn't leave to be alone every time they left for a mission.

So, Carter had taken to staring at the ceiling. I wish Laynie was here, she always knows how to cheer me up. That's when she heard the door to the medical bay slide open with a hiss.

She looked up and found the one person she wanted to see least of all.

Steve Rogers had walked in. "How are you feeling?" He asked in concern, sitting down in the chair next to her bed.

"Good, up until the point that you came in." She grumbled.

Steve scowled. "I'm sorry. I thought you'd like some company. I'll just leave." He stood and went to leave the room.

Carter eyes widened in realization of what was happening. "Wait!" He turned curiously. "Wait, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." As much as she didn't like the man, she hated being alone more. "Please stay."

Steve nodded and sat again.

The two sat in silence, Carter twiddling her thumbs, and Steve suddenly taking incredible interest in the floor.

"How's your leg?" Steve asked, shattering the awkward silence between them.

"Good. I'm on drugs so it doesn't hurt as much." Carter answered quickly.

"That's good."


"Miss Carter, I don't know if I have done something to make you upset, but know that if I have it was completely unintentional. Also, I would like to apologize." Steve met her eyes with his serious stare.

Carter bit her lip. "It's not your fault. It was just me being a pain."

Choosing his words carefully, he asked, "Why exactly were you so upset with me?"

She sighed. "It wasn't you specifically. I don't like new people. And my parent's death, being taken away from my home, and shoved into a place I didn't know with people I didn't know wasn't exactly helping matters."

"But, you don't seem upset with most of the others anymore." Steve pointed out.

"Well, I guess it's because even with my attitude they still chose to approach me. Kinda like you and I'm guessing Clint, people mostly take my behavior and write me off as some bratty teenager with anger issues." Carter explained. "I'm really sorry." She repeated.

Steve shook his head. "All is forgiven. You know, SHIELD has offered both of you therapy. It isn't a bad idea. Nobody would laugh at you."

Carter frowned. "No, I don't need therapy."

Smiling grimly, Steve settled back into his chair. "That's what I told Director Fury when I woke up from the ice. Then after New York, they put all of us in therapy without room for argument. Even Tony went without too much fuss. I found out that I had a lot more problems to work through than I thought. Ever since then, I've been much more... At peace with myself. It might have been a little humbling at the time, but I feel better for it now."

Carter shook her head. "No." She fiddled with her sheets. "I'm not doing it, I'm sorry, but no." She didn't care to dig up memories of the past, or talk about her parent's death or anything else with some stupid therapist.

"I won't push it. I do recommend you consider it though. As a favor."

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