You had just finished avoiding Steve and the rest of the team when they became curious. You walked into your room and sat down taking out your calorie record diary. Writing about how you hadn't eaten today, if you kept this up you would lose another 50 pounds in one week. Steve walked into your room just then as you miserably attempted to hide your diary, he snatched it and read all your recordings since the last month. He looks at you and asks you, "why?" "Why what Steve?", you calmly retort. "Don't play dumb y/n I'm asking you why do you do this to yourself?" "To feel beautiful isn't that obvious". He searches your face looking for any sign of shame or remorse but you look frightfully calm. He hugs you and mumbles that you would always be beautiful to him. He pulls away and asks you to pull off your sweater so he could see how much you weighed. "No", you shook your head repeatedly. I'm not asking. That's an order!" he begins to raise his voice. You shove him away and rose your voice too ''no Steve, because I don't want to see the pity and contempt in your eyes when I do so", your chest heaving with every word. "But you would always be beautiful to me y/n isn't that enough?" "No Steve it is, it really isn't enough because I want to feel beautiful for myself not because you say so",your words finally full of contrite. Steve looks at you with a face full of sorrow and in a sick way you find it sort of satisfying. He nods his head in determination and tells you that he would make sure you ate from now and you honestly didn't have the energy to fight the little guy so you nodded in reluctant acceptance.
