The Winter Soldier and the Blue Phoenix (complete)

The Feelings

You lay back, thinking about what you said to Steve. You close your eyes, when you open them, Loki is standing right in front of you.

"You found the Blue Phoenix!" He cheers.

"No, I- I didn't!" You reject.

"You saw a vision of her! She chose you!" Loki tells you.

"No! She didn't choose me!" You say, knowing that you're just trying to convince yourself.

"You don't want to believe me, don't believe me. But I'm right. You were chosen."

Then, in a flash of gold light, he disappears. Sam walks in and asks, "Who're you talking to?"

"Um, no one." You say hesitantly.

"You sure?"

"Yeah! One thousand and forty percent!" You say in a cheery tone, praying it'll convince Sam.

"Yeah, I don't fall for bullshit. Speak."

"It's nothing!"

Sam sneezes, "Excuse me. I'm allergic to lies."

"I'm not lying!"

He looks at you with an 'I don't believe that' look.

You sigh, "Fine, I've been having visions of Loki and a Phoenix."

"Hang on. Loki? Visions? Phoenix? Are you sure you're not insane?"

"I thought I was going insane. But I don't know if I am. I feel like everything I see is real. It's like- like my mind has accepted the fact that it's real. It's just a gut feeling." You tell him, "I know, I sound crazy, but, just hear me out, what if it's true?"

"I've fought a man with a metal arm who's supposed to be dead, so nothing is crazy anymore," Sam replies.

"So, you're not going to call me crazy?"

"Nope, as a matter of fact, I'm going to ask you to describe these 'visions' for me." He says.

You describe the visions and he just sits there, next to you.

"Uh, that was a rollercoaster." He states.

"Well, no shit Sherlock." You tell him.

Steve walks into the room, "So Sam, what'd she tell you?"

"You- You just talked to me to-" You don't finish your sentence. You've been trained to be ready for this situation but something about one of your closest friends betraying you hurts in a different, terrible way.

"I'm sorry y/n," Sam tells you.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Steve asks.

"No! I'm not! I didn't talk to you because you would've called me crazy! You would've not listened to me! And then you send in your friend to ask me about my personal life! That's not what an actual friend would do!" You shift up and walk out.

You limp outside and sit on the patio. You sit there watching the sun go down while you lean back on the cold iron chair. You close your eyes and forget about everything that's happened today. You lay your head on the back of the chair, with the cold metal sending shivers down your spine. You hear the door open and Sam walks out.

"Hey, Sam." You say, not even opening your eyes.

"How'd you know it was me?" He asks.

"I'm a spy. I pay attention to people's footsteps, their posture, their body language. I need to know who's sneaking up on me so I know if I need to punch someone. I need to know how someone is feeling so I can either keep talking or get them out of that situation." You tell him.

"Right, so no one can sneak up on you. Got it." He walks over and pulls out a seat from the table, "I really am sorry y/n."

"Don't worry about it. I just am a bit pissed that Steve sent you in instead of asking me himself." You explain. 

 Steve walks outside.

"Well, you're here, meaning I'm not." You get up and walk inside.

Steve's POV:

I wanted to ask her if she was okay, but with that fight earlier, I didn't know if she was going to talk to me. I  wanted her to feel comfortable, so I asked Sam to check on her. But then I came out and she got pissed. She stormed out. I thought I should follow her, but decided against it, I didn't want to push her. She wanted alone time, that's what she'll get. After about an hour Sam walked out. I sat there, not wanting her to get madder at me. I want her to feel comfortable around me, so I can confess my feelings for her. I stayed inside, and Natasha walked out of her room.

"What's up, Rogers?" She asked.

"I made y/n angry and now I feel terrible."

"You should. I know exactly what you did. Messed up. You should've just asked her yourself."

"Yeah! I know that now!"

"Then go out there and talk to her!"

I listened and get off the couch. I walked out the door and y/n immediately got up and said, "You're here so I'm not."

"Y/n!" I yelled after her, but it was too late, she was already inside and the door was closed.

"You're an idiot," Sam said, looking at the sunset.

"I already know!"

"You don't look like it. You blew it. Y/n hates you."

"Yeah! I figured that out, Sam!"

Normal POV:

You plopped onto the couch next to Natasha.

"Hey, y/n." She says.

"Hi, Nat." You sigh.

"You know, Steve feels terrible about it. He wishes he could take it all back. He told me himself. He's really sorry. He tried to go out there and tell you but you came back inside." She explains.

"I didn't just storm out. I genuinely wanted alone time. I've been talking to people a lot. I just need rest." You tell her.

Natasha gets off the couch, "Alright then, sweet dreams." She mumbles.

"You too." You close your eyes and relax. You lay down on the couch for a while before Steve walks in. You pretend to sleep as Steve starts talking to Sam, who followed him inside.

"I just, I don't know how to tell her. I really want to, but she hates me, how do I do it without her storming out like she's pissed?"

"Man, the best thing you can do is let her come to you on her own time. She's mad, let her be. Leave her alone. She'll come to you when she's ready."

Tell me what? You think.