𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 » avengers x reader

38. FOMO

September came around very soon, and unsurprisingly, Lewis was unable to find a job. I was convinced that he didn't even try and just thought I would feel pity towards him and not force him into therapy.

Well, he was wrong. Although I can be extremely indecisive, when I have made up my mind it's official and Lewis going to therapy.

This was essentially a last-ditch effort to save our relationship, and if therapy didn't work out, nothing would. It would be over, our entire relationship. I was ready to call it quits a long time ago, but I thought it was unfair to not give him the chance to prove himself.

I got changed into some workout gear and was ready to drop Lewis off at the meeting. I wasn't going to stick around as this was something Lewis needed to experience on his own. I knew from the conversations I had with Sam that he was really good at what he does. He's the one person I have faith in right now.

I haven't spoken to Tony much but that's not really down to him. I know Pepper is still rightfully bitter about Tony and I hooking up and doesn't feel comfortable when I'm around him. She can't do much about it, but because I respect Pepper and the reason behind had feels I chose to keep my distance.

That doesn't mean I don't miss Tony though, we had so much fun together and I hoped we'd see each other soon. At least around the holiday season.

In the meantime I'd been focusing on my new job as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent. I've been going to a lot of training sessions recently because combat used in the military is very different from the styles they use. As I was going to be working alongside Natasha, Brock Rumlow, and the STRIKE division, I needed to be up to their standard when it came to fighting.

I would be at the Triskelion at least three times a week, the other days I would go out jogging with Sam, just to stay out of Lewis's hair.

We entered my car as I agreed to drop Lewis off at the support group. I couldn't trust that if I let him go by himself that he would show up. Sam was giving us these sessions for free so we needed to make the most of them.

Lewis stropped into the passenger seat, arms folded like a 4-year-old having a tantrum. My eyes rolled to the sky, I could not believe the amount of immaturity this guy had.

I started the car and began the journey over to the support group building. The journey was quiet for the longest time, I was facing the road while Lewis wouldn't take his eyes away from his window. The tension was painful until I finally spoke up:

"Hey, this is all for the best. You know that, right?" I said softly, reassuring Lewis that I wasn't punishing him.

"Really? Because it kinda feels like a prison sentence, " he spat, not giving me any eye contact at all.

I sighed. He obviously didn't understand and I needed to spell it out to him, "You can't seriously tell me you're happy in the relationship, are you?" I asked him.

"Well of course I am, I'm in love with you," he insisted, but he said it in a very flippant way with no emotion behind it.

I blinked hard, "Because I'm not going to lie to you...I'm not, " I confessed which took Lewis by surprise.

"If we're having 'relationship issues' why aren't we going to couples therapy?" he inquired.

"Because I think our problems lie within you, not us," I revealed.

Lewis was both hurt and perplexed, "Me? Why I am getting the blame for this?!" he fumed.

My voice remained stoic and calm not wanting this argument to escalate, "It's the injury I think you have an underlying feeling of jealousy-"