(Requested by: @Glory_Horan )
You could say it was a sort of PTSD. You could say it was just anxiety. But you hated being ignored or abandoned.
It was a squeezing feeling in your chest, like your oxygen was being cut off. Your brain swam with dark thoughts. You couldn't handle the void of emptiness that set in when you were alone.
It wasn't that bad. It was only triggered after a couple hours of being secluded.
The team barely noticed it, and only Director Coulson and Natasha knew about it. Steve never saw any of it. He was your boyfriend, but that was such a crude term. He was your crutch, and you were his walker, as you liked to joke.
But recently, with the Winter Soldier thrown into his life, Steve was getting more and more occupied. He was sent on more missions, some purposed, and others to simply keep him busy. You, of course, supported his decision to defend his friend, but things were going too far. Friends were turning on each other, relationships being torn apart. People were picking sides and Steve was getting overly stressed.
He always came home late, as a part of keeping Bucky safe, but he also didn't speak much to you anymore. When he did, he always seemed angered. You couldn't see him anymore, the real him.
And you were going to do something about it.
•••••
You waited until three in the morning before you heard the door open. You were met with the sparkling blue eyes that always melted you, and- a guilty smile.
"Hey, Doll. Sorry, Coulson wanted to speak with-" "I don't care for excuses." You stopped him. He froze and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"I know you need to protect Bucky, and I fully support that decision, but you don't seem to even care about me anymore." Steve gave an incredulous laugh. "Don't care?" His voice raised.
"I do too care! In fact, I care too much! I come home to you every night when Bucky is in danger of being killed for things he didn't do!"
"He did do them. He may not have been under full control, but he did commit."
That set Steve off.
"You are being so selfish! I'm trying to protect my friend when all you do is sit at home and complaining and doing nothing!"
His statement made you take a step back. A wave of rage crashed over you, filling you to the brim.
"I do nothing? Really? I. Do. Nothing?" You were seething. "I take care of you even when you are being a giant turd butt! I make food so you have something to eat whenever you get home late! Don't think I don't notice the parts of leftovers missing in the morning! And the other thing! I sweep up the dirt and mud from your shoes after you go to sleep! And I don't know if you've noticed how I wash your clothes for you! Even when you're asleep and you always leave them in the middle of the floor!"
He scoffed.
"So what? You do what every girlfriend is supposed to do?"
You were now shaking. You were getting a headache from all the frustration.
"I STICK UP FOR YOU AT WORK! I DEFEND YOU FROM YOUR OWN FRIENDS WHO TALK ABOUT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK! I ACTUALLY WORK SO YOU HAVE TIME TO LOOK AFTER BUCKY! I TRY TO BE A PEACEMAKER SO YOU DON'T LOSE EVERYONE YOU LOVE IN YOUR LIFE!"
