Artemis: The Final Battle ➳ Steve Rogers [2]

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C A M I L L E

"You know you can't run from him forever." Clint points out as I settle on the edge of his bed in his new room in the Stark Tower, where he was still settling in.

Nat sits across from me in a chair, her leg propped up on the desk beside her.

"Clint's right, Cam." Nat shrug, "Just talk to him. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Our last talk ended with tears and me asking him to leave." I state.

"Huh." Clint raises a brow, "I expected there to be less talking and more...You know." He says, making a pretending to make out with thin airs

Nat lets out a laugh at that and I shoot the two of them a glare, hurling a pillow at Clint.

If I had it my way, we wouldn't even be having a discussion about my love life at all. Clint, however, insisted since according to him, I looked "like someone had just killed my puppy and was in need to a good girl talk" and somehow had roped Nat into this as well- not that she seemed to mind.

"I'm curious though." Nat says, leaning forward in her seat, "Since the both of you were engaged I'm assuming you guys..." She pauses, making an obscene gesture with her fingers.

Clint grunts in disgust and I feel my cheeks heat up instantly.

"Nat! That's private!" I scold.

"What? I was just wondering if the other unseen parts were also enhanced like the rest of him." She comments nonchalantly.

"Is that what's always going on in that head of yours?" Clint shoots her a judgemental look.

Nat shrugs yet again, "It doesn't go with my usual chain of thoughts, it's just genuine curiosity. You don't have to answer it, ignorance is bliss."

"That's not what you thought when you asked the question." Clint argues.

"Okay!" I interject, "Can we please just talk about anything else but this, or anything that has to do with my private life."

"Oh, we're still talking about your private life, just maybe not that private." Clint says, making me groan.

"The dude's miserable, Cam." Nat swiftly steers the conversation back on track, "You're miserable too. What are you going to do about it?"

I flop back onto Clint's bed, lying flat on his bed as I pull a pillow over my face, letting out a muffled scream.

"I feel like a damn teenager again." I grumble.

"Your fiancé forgot you because you messed with some magical stones, this hardly compares to puppy love troubles." Clint says.

"If he wants to talk, maybe you should." Nat suggests, "Maybe that kiss you shared did something for him. You know, true love's kiss or whatever bullshit it is Disney is spreading nowadays."

Clint rolls his eyes, "If it's bullshit then why are you even suggesting it?" 

I tune out as Clint and Nat start bickering for the third time in the duration of this conversation.