When I wake, I am slung between the arms of Natasha and Steve, walking up towards a door. For a moment I pull back, disoriented and nearly stumble backwards. Steve grabs me and helps me steady myself as I stand with the support of his shoulder. "It's alright, we're at a friends place, you can trust him" I just nod and see blinds come up from behind the door and it swing open to reveal a familiar face.

"Hey man" he says causally, what was his name? SAM!

"I'm sorry about this. We just need a place to lay low" Steve responds, that's when I notice how dirty he is, how I dirty Nat is and how dirty I probably am.

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us" Natasha nearly whispers.

I cough a bit and clear my throat and Sam's attention is drawn towards me, "Don't think I'll be getting that column in the post now will I?" Sam asks, referring to my fake interview days earlier.

Steve cocks and eyebrow at me and I smirk meekly, "How I stalked you" I respond to his eyebrow question by pointing at Sam. "Mind if I wash up? I think I'm pretty dirty." I say casually brushing past Sam, into his house.

Steve and Natasha follow suit and Sam closes the door, looking around to make sure we didn't have any tails. These army guys are so paranoid. Once Sam closes the door, he follows us and shows us where the bathroom is.

I take off the sweater Steve gave me earlier and toss it on the bathroom floor. I take my hair out of a pony tail and let it fall to my elbows. The blonde colour has streaks of dust and dirt in it, so I take a towel and begin to rub the dirt out. But then Steve walks in, wearing a tank top which reveals his muscles. I'm not into Steve like that, but he's got great muscles. That's when I realize that I'm staring an pad cutting off his entrance into the bathroom.

"Mind if I wash up?" he asks awkwardly.

I mentally slap myself back to reality and nod moving past him and sit on the bed where Natasha is waiting her turn. I pass her the towel I have finished with. She thanks me and I look up at where she's staring. Steve. And he's looking back at her. But not with loving eyes, with concern. I decide to make my move and leave so that they can talk. As I brush past Steve exiting the washroom he catches my arm and nods, thanking me without saying it.

I move out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where Sam is, leaning on the counter.

"So I guess you didn't give me you're real name then?" Sam asks as I walk out of the bedroom.

"No, it's Dahlia - Austin" I respond standing in front of him for a moment.

"How do you know the Captain?" Sam asks, taking a bite out of a piece of bacon.

"I stalked him and saved him from several sucker punches in an elevator" I respond walking to his side and leaning on the counter next to him.

Sam stares at me, unsure of whether to take me seriously or not. I smile at him and take a piece of bacon from his plate, "That is actually how we met - at least our meet in a nut shell. How does he know you?"

Sam finishes his piece of bacon and chuckles, "I assume you know how we met. He kept passing me in front of the Washington monument. That's also how I met you." Sam responds grabbing another bacon slice.

"Ya and you couldn't stop smiling at me! Were you flirting?" I ask jokingly.

"Why did you want me to be flirting with you?" He chuckles, shoving me a bit.

"Ya totally" I say, full of sarcasm as I roll my eyes.

"Ok then I'll be more obvious next time" Sam says laughing as he plops the last peace of his bacon slice in his mouth. "So what's your talent anyways? Master of disguise? Stalker extraordinaire?" Sam asks through a mouthfuls of bacon.

"Real attractive Sam" I say motioning to the bacon bits falling from his mouth.

He laughs in response, but asks his question again, more serious "No really? Steve's the super soldier, Natasha's the kick ass assassin, what are you? The pretty blonde side kick?"

I pause for a moment and push what I think was flirtatious comment to the side and turn my full body to Sam. I open my palm and let a golden orb form in my hand. I toss it upwards so that it floats above my hand and moves towards Sam. His eyes go wide with curiosity and amazement. He keeps looking between me and the orb.

"Is that it?" he asks, dead serious.

"No" I respond

"What else then?" he asks motioning to the still floating orb.

"I can create weapons, swords, shields, guns, Kung fu fighting sticks etcetera etcetera" I say trying not to sound overly proud of myself, which I am. "Plus ropes, hover board wannabes and rays of lights"

"So if you can just imagine the stuff and make it, couldn't you imagine just about anything and create it?" Sam asks.

I think a bout it for a second, he has a point, "This might sound really stupid, but I've never thought about that before."

Sam looks at me, surprised "You have superpowers and you've never thought about other things that you might be capable of?"

I shake my head, slightly disappointed, "I didn't exactly have ample time to practice my powers" I respond annoyed.

Sam chuckles again and grabs the last piece of bacon on the plate, "I think we should grab the terrible two for breakfast" Sam says glancing at the doorway to the bedroom. I nod and go sit at the table while Sam grabs Natasha and Steve. As I wait I think a bout what Sam said. How stupid am I to not think about doing more with my powers. I always thought that they were protective powers, that all I could do was use them to protect myself. But now I'm not so sure. I'd have to practice.

My favourite chapter so far! What do you guys think? Any suggestions? Who do you ship Dahlia with? Would love to hear it.