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 Issac sighed and rolled over, blinking blearily at the bright rays of sun that shone through the open curtains of his room. He knew that sleeping so much wasn't going to help the situation, however it was better than facing politicians and national security officials right now. He felt incredibly bad for Wanda, unable to imagine how guilty she must feel about all of it. From what he'd heard, she barely came out of her room since they returned, and barely spoke to anyone including Vision.

He also may or may not have been seriously avoiding Steve. He was busy of course, taking care of most of the legal things that came with an accident such as this. However he really didn't want to have to explain the meaning behind Rumlow's words right now. Steve was smart enough to put two and two together on his own, but that didn't mean he wanted to talk about it.

He closes his eyes and silently cringes at the sound of someone's knuckles gently tapping against his door. He waited for a moment, maybe if he didn't respond they would think he was asleep, or would at least get the hint that he didn't want to talk to anybody right now.

"Issac?"

Issac fought the groan that threatened to slip out, knowing Steve would be able to hear it. He buried his face in his hands, taking a moment to breathe before throwing the covers off and looking around. He was only wearing a t-shirt and his boxers, and even though they were engaged, he wanted to at least look decent or semi put together.

"Just a second." he called out, rummaging through his drawers before pulling on a pair of sweatpants, nearly falling over in his haste. He ran a hand through his hair, thankful that he managed to wake up without it sticking up in every direction as he walked to the door. He turned the lock and pulled it open, smiling at the man as he tried to casually lean against the doorframe. "Hey."

Steve raised an eyebrow, smiling in slight amusement. He was wearing a dark blue sweater that hugged him in all the right places and a pair of light gray pants, looking handsome without even trying. He could see lingering exhaustion under his amusement however, and frowned at the sudden wave of guilt that washed over him from avoiding the other since the mission.

"You okay?" he asked, reaching out to gently rub his arm.

Steve nodded, letting out a soft sigh but relaxing slightly under his touch.

"Can I come in?"

Issac nodded and stepped away from the door, letting Steve inside before gently shutting it behind him. His room was the same size as all the others with his bed tucked away in the corner, unmade from when he had practically rolled out of it ten minutes prior. There was a wall nearly entirely covered with bookshelves, holding both old spell books and modern books he merely read for enjoyment. There was a small desk tucked away in the corner of the room with several leather bound books stacked neatly against the wall, as well as several pieces of paper placed neatly and a few small personal items. Unknown to the rest of the avengers, but he had a small shoebox hidden underneath his bed holding every single picture he owned, both from his childhood and his time after joining S.H.I.E.L.D and becoming an avenger. There was a small dresser against the wall near the desk, holding the clothes he didn't have to hang up in his closet. Honestly, it was a bit bare, but that was because he often spent most of his time in Steve's room, only coming to his own or sleeping in his own bed when they needed space.

He was internally thankful that he had cleaned his room before they left. It was pretty bad, there were books lying almost everywhere, on his desk, by his bed, papers with endless words and notes scribbled on it messily with a dark pen. That would have been worse for him to explain than Rumlow's words.

Steve let out a small sigh as he sat on the edge of Issac's bed, the male coming to take a seat beside him after a moment. He waited patiently for Steve to speak first, placing a hand on his back and rubbing gentle circles to try to get him to relax.

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