𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ~ 𝚂𝚊𝚖 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗

Distancing......17

The next morning I wake up and get bored so I decide to make breakfast for everyone. Most of the team is up by the time I'm done with the exception of Sam, so I go to his room. I walk through the halls eventually stopping in front of his door where I knock. Huh, that never used to happen before. I hear him says come in on the other side of the door so I open it only to come face to face with a shirtless Sam Wilson. I refrain for as long as I can from looking at his toned body.

"Hey, I was just coming to tell you that uh..." My eyes move down and back up his torso. " Breakfast is done." A slightly forced smile sets on my face to stop me from saying something stupid.

"Did you just check me out?" He says.

"What? No! why would you think that?" I say almost too fast trying to stop my face from turning red.

"You just did the up and down look." He said moving his eyes up and down my body.

"No, you just did the up and down look," I tell him.

"I was showing you what I just saw you do," he explains. I roll my eyes and they instinctively move up and down Sam's body again. Shit!

"See you just did it again!" Sam points out.

"I did not!" I say and Sam gives me a 'really?' look. " Ugh. just come get you fucking breakfast," I grumble turning around and walking back to the main room. I walk into the kitchen where the food is, I make myself a plate then walk out into the main room sitting with the rest of the group.

Sam follows soon after and I don't acknowledge him. If I push myself away from him, then I can't fall in love with him. Easy as that. Sam though, won't make it that easy.

"Are you mad at me?" He asks as he sits on the floor in front of me. Nat who is sitting next to me stops her conversation with Steve, probably so she can eavesdrop. I on the other hand ignore Sam focusing on my food. "Hey, Marley?" Sam says still trying to get my attention. "Are you mad at me because of what just happened?" Again I ignore him, now Wanda and Pietro have ceased conversation to watch the scene in front of them. Sam continues to ask questions and poke me, doing anything he can to get an answer out of me. I continue to focus on my food and not blow up and possibly ruin things with my best friend.

But Sam being Sam doesn't give up until he gets an outcome. So when he asks me for a hundred and fiftieth time if I mad at him, I can't stop myself from exploding.

"I'm not fucking mad at you Sam! God Damn." I say loudly before getting up and walking out of the room. As I put my dishes in the washing machine I hear Rhodey say something in the other room.

"If that's her when she's not mad I would hate to see her when she is."

For the next two weeks, I successfully distance myself from Sam, but it's not as beneficial as I thought it would be. I'm not the same without Sam, I don't know how to explain it. When I'm without Sam I think about things that I don't usually think of. Their not good things, but that's what happens when my minds left alone. For the first week I just distanced myself, the second week however I tried to Avoid Sam, I couldn't even look at him from across the room. So I hid in my room, practiced my powers, read, cleaned, did things to keep me occupied. I stoped talking to the team, and I also started eating less. Not less enough that it would hurt me, but not three meals a day either.

I couldn't tell you how many times Sam's tried to talk to me, Nat, Wanda, even Rhodey. The only person that hasn't tried to talk to me is Steve. He knows I'll talk when I'm ready, and If I don't he find a time to pin me down and get the information out of me. I'm going to try to keep this distancing thing up, but I don't know how long I can until I have to run from the thought in my head.

A/N: numero tres!!! I'm still going, so be ready for more!!!!

Part 18 is in the works ❤❤