(YN) : your name (LN) : last name (HC) : hair colour (EC) : eye colour (FD) : Favourite Drink (BN): Band Name

Your POV

"I'm a witch." you fumbled out and awaited the look of disgust, flinching. You were used to the hatred of kids your age, the rocks they'd throw at you if you even tried to come over to play with them. Those childhood memories had scarred you. They'd marred you and made you afraid to trust again. But you didn't see the harshness, or the hatred you'd seen in other eyes in your teammate's eyes, only a faint curiosity which you could see in Steve's eyes. Shyly, Steve spoke up "What does that mean exactly?" he seemed as if he was treading lightly, wanting to appear not judgmental.

That was nice for a change.

Smiling, you fiddled with your hands for a moment "Well. A witch is an umbrella term really, not one witch is the same. We have our strengths and weaknesses like potion work, divination." you couldn't stay still as you told them of your practice, your craft. Tony perked up at this "Wow we have a real-life Harry Potter on our team." he teased, you rolled your eyes "We don't have magic wands but hey, I do like the books and movies." you admitted as Fury encouraged you to return to your original train of thought, which you did.

"I grew up learning my craft and trying to perfect my skills, but in the world of magic and witchcraft, you've never learnt everything. Not really." you noted and smiled "I'm a healer mostly, I hope to do no harm in my craft mostly. I do divination and some level of potion work." You were somehow now a little more confident, talking about your craft outside of a world filled with judgement meant that your insecurity shriveled up, you didn't have to fear them. Nat stepped over "Can you fight?" She spoke bluntly and almost cold, you could tell she didn't trust you yet and that made you nervous "No, in my craft I am told to not cause unnecessary harm." You looked up at the tall red-head, she looked at you with some intrigue before stepping back "I guess I'll be teaching you a couple of things" she noted. Nodding, you stood back from Nat and was bombarded with questions from Tony about how it worked, the whole magic thing. You kept things vague, a witch's craft is usually a very personal one, one fraught with secrecy and personal exploration.

"Well. Though the craft is very personal, I can show you some of the things I can do." You cracked your knuckles, your fingers tingling in preparation. Walking towards the kitchen counter, you focused and concentrated on what action you wished to put out into the physical realm. Your hand grasped a piece of paper on the counter, you gave yourself a paper cut. The group looked confused by this, wondering why you purposely give yourself a paper cut. You let the cut bleed down your finger a little, for the dramatics, before you leant in and kissed the wound. The blood began to roll back up your finger, returning back to the wound it originated from, it began to seal up gently and your finger was free of any scar from the paper-cut. As if it never happened.

Tony was the first to speak out "Well that definitely is gonna come in handy." He chuckled, the others simply nodded, a bit surprised that you had 'magical kisses' but they couldn't knock it. You smiled "that's only one thing I can do, I'm a jack of all trades I suppose." You felt strangely comfortable with your team, well sure Natasha wasn't exactly best buddies with you but mostly everyone had been accepting and welcoming to your arrival. Especially Steve, who for some reason made your heart beat a mile a minute, you only just met the man and suddenly you're fawning over him.

Pushing Steve from your mind, you turned to see your things arriving from your apartment, Fury wanted you to stay here at the Avengers Compound, so you could settle in with the team. Honestly, you were glad to be freed of your apartment which was mouldy and by the look of the ceiling, you constantly feared that Mrs Krook from upstairs would eventually come falling through with her dogs and knitting in tow, maybe even her recliner. So, you were relieved to be freed of that apartment, there weren't many affordable options in the city so were glad that you'd been given the option which you now gladly took. Steve walked over to you "That must be your belongings." he noted aloud, you nodded "Yep. I better get this stuff up to the new room." Your voice was a little squeaky, your body seemed to shrivel up into embarrassment as soon as Steve talked with you. Quickly enough, off you went, collecting a few of your things and leaving Steve just standing there puzzled and wondering if he did something wrong. Steve seemed to shake of the kicked puppy look and walked over to help you "Here. Let me take the boxes." He took the heavy boxes with ease, you tinged pink "Thanks. I wouldn't have made it two seconds with that box, its full of my books."

Steve nodded "Avid reader?" he asked as he walked with you through the halls of the compound, the halls were a lot more quiet than the lounge which was usually booming with voices and clattering from the lab which Tony commonly inhabited. Smiling Shyly, you nodded "Always have been. My aunts made me into a bookworm. Their house is 50 percent books with the rest full of plants and cats." You joked, though the nerves in your stomach from being near him still lingering. He laughed "So the whole cat thing is true?" he asked innocently, you nodded "Well they're great companions, especially when it comes to the craft." Steve couldn't help but smile at that, you smiled back and kept walking your way down towards your new room.

The door to your new room was wide open, somewhat empty as the hired workers for Tony moved some essential furniture into the empty room such as a bed, chest of drawers and a desk. You were somewhat planning the things you wanted to do with the room, some of your tools in your craft such as your herb pots would help this place seem homey right away. Steve put some boxes down "Shall I leave you to settle in, Ma'am?" He still acted so polite around you, compared to the others who simply called you by your name. You turned to look at him "Yeah, I'll start unpacking" but as Steve started to walk out you spluttered "Oh! Steve! Uhm... please call me (YN)." Steve was looking at you, his cheeks tinged red, he was stuck in one spot for a moment but got moving when some of the workers who worked under Tony helped carry your things past the threshold of your room. You thanked them before getting to work, you used your phone to listen to your favourite songs, you were more productive when you listened to (B/N). With the music blaring, you unpacked your books onto the bookshelf, you'd set up your altar last, the area where you'd keep all your tools for your craft. The room began to seem more like yours as soon as your belongings inhabited the space, your books on the shelf, the photos on the table of you and your aunts.

When most of the boxes of books and knick-knacks had been unpacked, you moved onto your clothes which you had packed into a suitcase, picking up the folded shirts and bottoms, you gently placed them into the chest of drawers. The more fancy attire was hung up in the wardrobe such as your dresses and clothes which you kept for extremely special occasions, occasions connected with your magic and family.

Witchy holiday clothes, that was the layman's term of what the clothes represented and were used for. As the music continued to play, you finished unpacking your clothes which were only a little crinkled from transport which you didn't greatly mind to be fair. You only had 2 more boxes to unpack, these were the important boxes. These were all the equipment you used in your altar, all the tools of your trade. They needed to be carefully unpacked and placed upon an area of your choice, you decided on the small table by the window. It was small but it was enough for what you needed it to do. You put your potted plants on the window-ledge before placing your crystals and tarot cards on the table, you positioned things so it was practical but still pretty in its own right. The room looked so different than it did before, the small box-like room now looked or resembled something fantastical, with tapestries strewn across the blank, white walls and with your plants bringing some life to the lifeless room you'd been given. You were proud of how you'd decorated, the room no longer felt daunting and not a place you could call your own. But now, the room felt like yours. And you were happy about that.

With a moments silence, you looked around your new room but was rudely interrupted by your growling stomach, you were starving. Walking back through the halls, eventually you reached the kitchen which was empty surprisingly. You took advantage of this and started to make yourself something small, not wanting to waste a lot of food on one meal. "Where is everybody?" You muttered to yourself, since the lounge seemed abandoned, suddenly you heard a loud voice above you "Everyone apart from Miss Romanoff and Mr Barton are still on the compound, Miss (LN)." You squeaked and looked up and tried to find where the voice came from "Who are you?" you were slightly on edge till the voice spoke again "I am FRIDAY, I'm an AI designed by Tony Stark." You nodded and looked around, as if still looking for the voice "Okay..." FRIDAY spoke up "Is that all, Miss (LN)?" FRIDAY asked, you cleared your throat "Uhm yes and please call me (YN)" You returned to the hob to make some scrambled eggs, a simple dish but filling enough as a dinner. You dropped 2 slices of bread into the toaster, as you put the eggs away, you used some of your powers to move the spatula, tending to the still cooking scrambled egg.

Multitasking at its best.

Reaching into the cupboards, you pulled out a small porcelain plate as the bread popped out of the toaster, toasted to your liking. With the toast toasted, you added some butter before placing the cooked scrambled egg on-top, drizzling some of your favourite sauce on top for some flavour. You realised you'd need a drink of sorts for your dinner, you searched the cupboards and searched for a glass, and there they were... on the highest shelf. Even for a tall person, reaching for the glasses would be a feat, you climbed atop the kitchen counter to try and retrieve a glass. With your fingers grasping at the rim of the glass, your arm extended as far as it could go, you'd just reached it when a voice called out "You need some help there?" You squeaked and lost your hold on the glass, the glass toppled over and fell from the shelf, you heard a quick shuffle across the room, obviously the person who'd startled you was trying to help. You reached your hands out and focused, though your mind was scattered at this moment in time. The glass froze mid-air, your powers had caught it mid-fall. With this realisation, you let out a big sigh of relief, reaching out and put the glass down on the counter, your mind now focused on who had startled you. You turned to see Steve standing there, his expression had some guilt laced in it, knowing that he'd been the one to cause this near-catastrophe. Steve rubbed the back of his neck "Hey there..." there was a sense of awkwardness, you couldn't help but smile shyly "Hey. I should've been more careful honestly, I'm easily spooked." looked up at the blue-eyed blonde with a joking look, though your heart was pounding, your chest tight. Steve let out a smile "Yeah. We never use those glasses, we just use the ones that are washed and then reuse them." Hinting to why the glasses were atop the highest shelf "Well why are they on that shelf to begin with?" Steve smiled at your question "That's a long story." You smiled and picked up your dinner "Well as soon as I get myself a drink, you can tell me the story as I have my dinner." Your cheeks tinted pink as you picked up your glass and walked to the fridge, you reached for (Favourite Drink) and poured yourself some into the glass.

With one hand holding your dinner and cutlery and one hand holding your drink, Steve walked with you to the table to sit down, you put your dinner and drink on the table. Sitting down with Steve, you settled and started to eat your dinner as he started the story you wanted to know about. As the two of you sat together, you both laughed over the story and you nearly choked on your dinner a few times due to how hard you were laughing. This small moment with Steve stirred up unknown emotions within you, on one hand you didn't know this man one bit. But on the other hand, you felt something stirring, it felt uncontrollable, it felt like something pulled you to the avenger, it felt natural but yet constructed. It felt like fate, uncontrollable and often unable to escape from. Steve and yourself chatted, long after you'd finished your dinner and your drink, though the butterflies didn't cease as you heard him laugh and chuckle. Without controlling it, you felt a yawn escape your lips, it had been a long day after all.

"You've had a long day, better let you get to bed." Steve looked at you from across the table, you stretched "But I've still to clean up the kitchen!" You rose to your feet to clean the kitchen, not wanting to leave it a mess, though you were practically dragging yourself around the kitchen. You felt an arm on your shoulder "Let me do that, you're tired and you've entertained me with your presence far longer than you should've." Pointing to the clock, it was midnight now. You tried to retort but when you looked into his eyes, you felt your response just disappear, mind blank.

'What is this man doing to you? One minute you're fine and the next moment you're a bumbling mess!' You thought to yourself as your mind was no longer blank "Uhm.. Okay." You gave in, but you swore to yourself that next time you'd not give in, though your heart and gut told you otherwise. Steve led you to your room, he walked you up to the door and smiled "Goodnight (YN)."

It was the first time he'd used your name, you liked it.

You nodded tiredly "Goodnight Steve." You sneaked into your room and when the door closed, you put your hand on your chest, the feeling of your heart pounding against your chest could easily be felt through your fingertips. It felt like you could feel the blood pumping to your ever-pounding heart.

Deep down you wondered if Steve's heart was feeling the same way, but unbeknownst to you Steve stood in the kitchen, his own hand upon his heart, he felt the heavy pounding of his heart too. Almost as if the two of your were in some way...

Connected.

END OF CHAPTER 2 ~~~~