"He's got nothing to do with this."
"We had a deal," He reminded you, "You tell me whatever I want to know."
"He never did anything and I'm the only one on trial here," Your voice was hoarse from talking so much and getting upset, "Steve, just turn me in now because I'm not going there."
"Y/n, it can't be-"
"Eat me, Rogers," You spat, "Let it be."
You don't even remember when you got up to cross the room and put a bed between the two of you, but you were grateful for the distance right now.
"You know, even Fury and SHIELD can't find anything on him after your mom died?" He mused, standing up, and strolling towards the table where your laptop sat open, "Let alone the FBI, but then I thought..." He had a ghost of a smirk as you crossed your arms, glancing away, "Who could bury someone's information like that? It's like the guy never existed," He gestured to your computer, "Maybe someone who builds their own technology, distrusts the government, and knows how to disappear."
"Let. It. Go." You warned lowly, your tone dangerous.
"Every time someone brings him up," He pressed further, pushing his luck, "You get so angry and it's not in the way someone normally gets emotional when they lose someone or maybe even accidentally-"
"Steve."
"You're right," He put his hands up in surrender, "It's none of my business because it doesn't pertain to anything in your file," He pointed to you with a knowing smile, "But you knew that, didn't you?"
"Are you turning me in?" You asked instead, genuinely wondering if he was just playing with his food at this point.
"I mean, nobody breaks into a federal building for nothing."
"Whatever, I'm going to bed," You wiped at your cheeks, angry with yourself for letting your walls down for this asshole, and shoving your computer back into your bag, "And screw you, Rogers."
"Wait, wait," His tone was softer as he grabbed your arm gently, bringing your attention to his face, "I'm sorry, and I'm sorry that happened to you, you were just a kid and didn't deserve to be tricked that way."
"Or maybe I knew what I was doing and liked it," You narrowed your eyes at him angrily and yanked your arm out of his grasp before adding, "Yeah, maybe I hear their screams every night and it lulls me to sleep or I relish in the fact that one day I'll be back out there..." You tilted your head up to face him, digging into his eyes with yours, "Doing much, much worse."
"That's cute." He teased and your lips parted in surprise.
"I'm serious."
"I have about a million more questions," He told you truthfully, "But for now, let's just get some rest and get back to New York in the morning."
You stood there for a long moment, wondering when the exact moment was that you lost your edge. You used to be able to intimate the hell out of anyone, but how he just looked at you was like he saw a puppy trying to growl.
He climbed into bed and shut his light off, leaving you there in the dark room, only illuminated by your small nightstand's lamp. You took a few minutes to stash everything into your backpack, zipping it up, and putting it on the floor to the side of your bed.
You eventually fell asleep with your arm hung over the side, gloved fingertips brushing over the bag's material, giving you a secure comfort.
The next morning was...interesting.
"I would like to get something straight," You told him when you were all packed up, this being the first time either of you had spoken to each other, and he raised his eyebrows, looking down at you, "For everything I told you, what're you gonna tell Fury? Or the others? And what're you gonna say about the drive?"
