brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

twenty-five.

anastasia presley james
chapter twenty-five
oct. 12, 2013

(current time)

steve and i still haven't spoke since the day we went to shield. the day we found out bucky is missing. i miss him. i think he needs space after i what i said that day.

i sat up in my bed, watching the show friends. a knock hits the door before i let them come in. the door opens revealing a slightly grown up wanda. she gives me a soft smile and i return it.

"you know, you have to leave your room eventually," she chuckles and i groan.

"hey! i'm the adult, you're being mom like, its weird," she laughs and jump on my bed, laying besides me.

"i miss you," she confesses and i smile, stroking her hair softly,"so does everyone else."

"i just haven't been feeling too well lately," i smile and she nods understandingly.

"you're getting so beautiful, wanda, you know that?" a small blush rises and she hits my hand away.

"stop, you're not going to change the subject to get out of this," she sits straight and puts her hands in her lap,"i go out into the field tomorrow for the first time."

"ah, it's the mission steve didn't ask me to be on," i groan.

"you know, if you were to just talk to him, maybe he would understand," wanda suggests and i shake my head.

"understand what? not even i understand what i'm feeling," i sigh and turn off the television.

"well, let me help you," she began,"do you have feelings for the both of them?"

i shake my head and shrug my shoulders.

"no.. yes- well, maybe?" i groan and lay flat on my bed,"it's just that steve is the first man i ever loved, and i still do love him more than anything, but bucky? he was the first man to ever love me."

she nods and throws her hands up while she shrugs her shoulders.

"well, i think steve could understand that.."

"it's not that i think he couldn't understand, wanda, it's that i don't think he wants to," i look over at her and she bites down on her lip.

"well, if he could and if he wanted to, what would you say to him?" she asks.

i shut my eyes and cross my arms behind my head.

"i'd probably hold onto his hands and look into his eyes, and tell him i love him. it's always been him. yeah, i might love bucky but it's not the same love i feel for bucky. bucky is my best friend and like a brother who always kept me safe, my only regret is that i'll never be able to give him what he truly wants.

my heart. but i think he knows that deep down. my heart has always and forever will belong to steve. i love him with an intense and burning passion. one i know will never burn out, but he thinks i'm pushing him away because i stopped loving him. which he is a fool to ever think that.

i'm so angry at him, for leaving me not once, not twice but three times. it was so easy for him to walk away, what makes me think that he won't do it again? you know.. so out of hurt, i'm protecting my heart. but steve's not like us, he can't read other peoples minds like we can."

"no but i have a pretty good ear.." i shoot up at the sound of his voice and look over at the doorway.

steve was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, i look over at wanda and she chuckles wryly.