Riley's Girl

One Last Warning

 "You not going to say anything?" you question as you awkwardly stand in front of his now closed door, after you closed it behind you. 

You take a few strides forward to encourage him to say something, anything, even if it was to tell you to leave. You just wanted him to speak. 

Instead he kept flicking his eyes between you and the floor. You could practically see the steam streaming out of his ears from the cogs working that hard in his brain. It was slightly amusing, you had to remind yourself why you were there. 

"Okay, that'll work in my favour." you say shakily, as your rubbed your hands together nervously. 

Sam watching you closely, his face still showing no signs of emotion or even acknowledgement. For someone who'd been hunting the earth for you. This was the polar opposite response. 

"Listen up, since you ignored my requests through Bucky and Sarah." your confidence returning as you stood your ground, constantly reminding yourself this was for him. Not for you. 

You see him blink a few times, that caught his attention. You now let go of a breath you never realised you were holding in. This was tough for you, not being your usual self around the one person left on the planet who truly knew you. But this was bigger than the both of you and your complicated history. 

"Stop hunting for me." you say plainly. "Stop contacting everyone that is associated with S.H.I.E.L.D, with government, and Sharon Carter." you raise your eyebrow with her name, as he gulps. "And put Baron Zemo back where he belongs." you were direct with that one, but his eyes widen, you weren't sure as to what part he appeared to be shocked at. And right now you didn't really care. 

"In case you hadn't got the hint before Sam. I didn't and don't want to be found." you lie. You lie painfully, but you do it with the most genuine of intentions that anyone could lie for. 

It's asif he could read your mind because he was intrigued. He sat forwards, getting a proper read on you. Resting his forearms on the tops of his thighs he joins his hands together, interlocking his fingers. He was truly listening, but not to your words, to how you were saying them. 

One problem with him truly knowing you, he knew when you were lying. You had to remain strong and use all the lying techniques you picked up since working for Karli, the techniques that kept you alive. 

"Stop drawing attention to yourself when you're harbouring a fugitive." you spoke to him like he was a child when saying that, because it shouldn't have to be said. 

You sigh, taking another deep breath. You needed the courage. "Your promise and debt to Riley died when you were dusted." you say genuinely, that part you meant. "You couldn't protect me then, I did it for myself." Again, genuine. "So stop trying to make yourself feel better now you're back, I don't need you." Lie. You needed him to stay alive and that was more important than having him by your side or even more important than being on your side. 

He was looking at the floor, still drinking in you talking. His head whips up with your last sentence and it looked like you had kicked a puppy. He was in pain and you hadn't that you'd done that him, but it needed to be done. 

You turn to walk out of the door, you needed a quick exit for the next part you had planned. You couldn't stand around for the fallout of this. You turn back to him, locking eyes over your shoulder. 

"Fix the mess you made Sam, and for once, listen to me. Stop being the hero." you sigh again "It didn't work out the last two times you tried. Don't condemn me, like you did them." you lock eyes with him again as he once again looks up at you in hurt through his lashes. 

He shakes his head, you watch as his eyes glaze over with a layer of tears. You didn't expect that kind of reaction, you hoped it wouldn't be that kind of reaction. He looks down again, you couldn't move, you knew you had to go but your body wouldn't co-operate, you wanted to keep an eye on him. 

You could see the cogs working. Damn. He  was being all Sam about it, replaying your words in his head, figuring things out, piecing it together. You turn away to avoid him seeing the tears in your own eyes. 

"Goodbye Sam." you say eerily. 

He thinks for another minute, the pieces were blurry, but he could see the connections. He may not have the complete picture, but he knew you and you knew that. 

"Y/N wait." he says in disbelief. 

You stop, glancing over your shoulder expectantly. 

"Making me hate you won't work. I won't ever stop, even if you don't want me to." he says genuinely and as determined as you'd ever heard him,

You look down, waiting to see if he'd continue. "Besides." he utters, you look up and meet his gaze across the room. 

"No matter what you say... we both know I'm incapable of hating you." 

His sincerity knocks you. You leave in a hurry with the tears falling freely down your cheek, as you make your way for the exit. 

SHIT. Why did I ever think me seeing him would work.