S.H.I.E.L.D ACADEMY

41. Truth Session

"Go and grab the soda, snacks and I'll begin-" Your mouth dropped by the sight of Steve standing in the middle of your work space.

His arms were crossed, as he watched you come a little bit too happy in the doors. Ha, the way your smile immediately dropped by the sight of him. It made him smirk. No matter how much you hated him, you had feelings for him. It didn't matter what kind of feelings it was, good or bad, fact was that he still made you feel something. If Steve didn't mean anything to you, then you wouldn't be standing there like a frozen doll. It was the same for him. He realised he had feelings for you, because it didn't mean anything that you burned him on the stick in front of his colleges. He was angry at you, but he was glad he was. You meant something to him. You looked like a mess. Adorable. The mission must have been rough...Shit, your hand was hurt. He stepped towards you, when he suddenly saw Bucky, Sam and Fatima coming up behind you.

"Steve!" Bucky shouted in excitement, almost like a kid who saw their best friend for the first time in months. Bucky walked over to Steve, hugging him. Steve's eyes were drilling into your eyes.

You could suddenly feel your pulse speed up. Your fingers playing with each other. You didn't know what to do with yourself. You wanted to explode, but you also wanted to hide. You had never felt something like this before in your life. You could feel yourself sweating, even though you didn't even move. It got harder and harder to breath, and then she grabbed your hand.

"Want to go and grab the snacks?" Fatima's eyes were warm, calm. You nodded desperately, as you followed her to the kitchen.

The second you reached the counter you leaned your body over it, trying to hide whatever your body was doing to you. Something was wrong. You felt sick, but you could never get sick. It had never happened before. Like your dad said, sickness is for the weak. You were not weak.

"Want to talk about it?" Fatima asked softly bringing out the sodas.

"About what?" you looked up at her confused.

She shrugged, and walked closer, standing at the other side of the counter to give you some space.

"Y/n you had a panic attack... " She began.

"Panic attack? I don't do mental health stuff" You immediately began to laugh. You having a mental health problem? Fatima was smart, but she was wrong about that one.

Fatima nodded slowly. She sensed that it was some deeper issue laying under your reaction to what she just said. You were offensive. Laughed it off like you weren't just sweating all the water out of your body two seconds ago. Fatima was no therapist, but she could be your friend. Something told her that you didn't have too many of them.

"Y/n what's wrong?" She asked sincere.

Why did you want to tear up by her question? It wasn't even her words, but the way you knew she cared. Fatima cared for you more than you knew how to handle it. You wanted a friend. The only other human you felt comfortable talking with was Tony, and Tony Stark is no healthy friend. Fatima was your chance at creating a meaningful bond. You knew you could trust her, still your heart had never felt heavier.

"It's complicated," You shrugged staring down at your hands, trying your best to open up – but you didn't even know how to.

"With Steve?" She asked softly.