God, I hate You

-7-

steve walked in, his facial expression dark, but turned even darker when he saw my gashed cheek.
"uh hey what's up?" i asked, squeezing water out of my hair.
"what happened with you and buck during training?" he asked angrily. i tilted my head in confusion and shrugged,
"we trained steve? what else?".

"you had to train with him, not try kill each other!" steve shouted as i pulled on the hoodie over my wet hair. bucky walked up beside him, leaning on the doorframe. i narrowed my eyes at him, which steve had unfortunately noticed.
"god y/n just get over your sister. it's been three years since it happened" steve blurted out, his anger taking over. my head snapped in his direction, my throat getting tighter from the spiteful words steve had just spoken. steve's eyes were wide after realising what he had just said. even bucky looked a little stunned.
"get out" i spat out calmly, glaring directly at the two men. bucky backed out quickly, not wanting to ignite another argument.
"y/n i-" steve began saying.
"steve, get the hell out" i threatened, my voice still strong, not showing any signs that i was upset. once he had walked out, i used my book to shut the door before falling onto my soft bed.

hours has passed and i was still laying in the same position, not bothering to move.
that old bat tells me to get over my sister getting murdered while he's still obsessed with some hot girl he met decades ago.
my thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. i got up lazily, when i opened the door, there was no one there. i looked down to see a plate sitting on the ground with a sandwich on top of it. accompanied with a glass of juice.
aw pietro must have left it there.
i smiled to myself and lifted them up before walking back into my room and closing the door behind me.

"cant sleep?" a voice asked as i walked into the kitchen to wash my plate. i looked up to see steve standing there, a glass of water in his hand. with a small sigh, i walked past him and washed my dishes, not bothering to act like he was even there.
"y/n. please, i'm sorry". steve blurted, his hand grabbing the fabric of my hoodie before i could've walked past.
"i don't care, it's fine" i said. he chewed his lip and let go of me, watching me saunter back to my room. when i walked past bucky's room, he stood at the door, leaning against the doorframe.
"y/l/n" he said as i walked past. i stopped and took a few steps back.
"barnes".
"i-uh did you get anything to eat?" he asked awkwardly. i frowned at him and nodded,
"um yeah pietro got me something" i said. he nodded slowly and walked back into his bedroom.