𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚇 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 ✔️

𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂

"Does anyone know where Steve went?" Bucky asks the group as they all continue their conversation in the booth of the club.

"Oh he said he has some reports to finish. Was sorry to leave." Wanda answers before shrugging and going back to her drink.

We all spend another hour or so there before we decide to head back to the tower. I was absolutely shattered and was so looking forward to being in my own bed again, even if it was in the same room as Steve. I needed to talk to him, apologise for my behaviour. When I get to the door to our room a freeze.

Just go in and apologise. He wanted to talk and he had to work he will understand. Say you're sorry and talk this out.

I then hear a clatter come from behind the door bringing me back to reality. Taking a deep breath I grab the handle and open the door walking inside. That's when I see him, with somebody else. Half naked, stripped to his boxers ripping this girls clothes off biting down on her neck. Me opening the door startled the pair and they both wipe round to look at me.

I stand motionless in absolute disbelief. My eyes stinging from the floods of tears gathering. I use all my might to stop them. I feel lump in my throat and physically I feel sick.

You son of a bitch. You want to play, fine. Let's play.

"Oh my god Steve you didn't say you had a girlfriend." She says looking frantically for her shirt.

"I'm not." I reply flatly. "Oh and don't stop on my account. I'll just sleep on the couch again." I quickly grab the sweats and a random sweater I see from the floor and turn to leave. The whole encounter Steve just looked at me, didn't even have the courage to say a single word.

Once outside the room I can't help but try catch my breath. Tears stinging my eyes falling and a sob dares to escape my mouth.

"God fucking dammit." I say to myself through gritted teeth.

Why do you care y/n? Why do you care? You don't care. You hate him! You HATE him! You hate Steve Rogers!!

Storming down the corridor I hear a door open behind me but I don't dare to check. Then I hear my name being called.

"y/n wait.... y/n please!?" But I don't listen to Steve's voice I keep walking. I decide to head to the stairwell rather than the elevator, swinging the door at full force I nearly take the door off its hinges.

Before I can take the first step his hand grabs my wrist jolting me back, without even saying I single word I turn and slap him straight in the face. Straight away he let's go taking his own hand to his face to nurse the sting.

"y/n... I'm-"

"Save it. I'd come to apologise, but you wanna play games? Fine. Let's play games." Turning away I head down the stairwell to the appropriate level and get to the living room area to the all too familiar uncomfortable couch. Slamming the sweats and sweater down on the couch I quickly remove my dress and grab them to change. That's when I see they aren't mine. They're his.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I shout and sigh loud in frustration. Not wanting to face him again I continue and put them on. They're way too big for me but they'll do til morning.

Dammit they even smell like him. Damn you asshat with your perfect lips and gorgeous eyes and intoxicating smell.

**THE NEXT MORNING**

"Wakey wakey sugarplums!" Thor bellows lifting my legs and sitting underneath them. I just groan in response as I only managed to get off to sleep an hour or so ago. "What time is it?" I croak whilst I pull the hood of the sweater over my face.