Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Part 8

Steve reached his bedroom shortly after he managed to escape his arguing teammates and as soon as he sat on his bed he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"What a mess..." he mumbled to himself as his back hit the mattress, his feet still pressed to the ground.

He stared at the ceiling, the voices from the hallway just barely reaching him. Millions of questions were swirling in his head, though he wasn't sure whether he truly knew the answer to any of them, nor if he actually wanted to know. But somehow, despite his best efforts to brush them off, they just kept coming back to him stubbornly. Was Tony right about his feelings after all? And if so, would he really be willing to help him out or did he just see this as a new opportunity to mock him? What about Clint?

His train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Steve closed his eyes feeling the annoyance slowly taking over his body, his mind coming up with various ways to murder the insufferable billionaire.

He was about 2 seconds away from calling Tony all the names under the sun when the door slowly opened, revealing the figure standing in the doorway.

Relief washed over Steve and his anger subsided when he was met with the sight of a young brunette with a sheepish look on her face rather than the one of the know-it-all genius he had been dreading. He smiled and motioned her to come inside. She hesitated for a second longer before closing the door behind her and sitting next to him.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, just a bit cranky" Steve chuckled trying to brush it off. "Didn't really get enough sleep last night"

Wanda just stared at him for a long moment and he felt so exposed under her thoughtful gaze. It was almost as if she knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling. She averted her gaze to her lap where she was fiddling with her fingers, frowning slightly.

"You know you can talk to me, Steve"

The soldier sighed, admitting defeat almost instantly. He knew that there was no point in trying to put up a front for her because he knew she could read all of them like an open book. And after all, this conversation was bound to happen at some point, so they might as well get it over with.

"I know, but... I'm still a bit confused about my own feelings and I just... I don't know where to start." He said truthfully and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Maybe start by explaining what happened in the kitchen? With Tony...?" she suggested and Steve took a deep breath before telling her everything that happened these last few days: from the first time he felt that foreign feeling in his chest while they were watching movies, to his outburst this morning and lastly: what Tony had to do with any of it.

"And what do you say about Tony's idea?" Wanda asked him, a glint in her eye as she studied him.

"I..." Steve stopped and thought about his last conversation with Tony.

"Maybe if you weren't so damn stubborn you would've just accepted your feelings for Nat and tried to figure out a way to tell her instead of acting like a child"

Then another image appeared in his head. Fiery red hair, a confident smirk playing on perfect, soft lips and finally the slightly daring look in those piercing green eyes. And just like that, the answer became as clear as day. He felt heat creeping up his neck, his face turning a deep shade of pink. "I think he might be right."

It took everything in Wanda to suppress the smile threatening to break out on her face. Needless to say, the fangirl inside of her was doing a little victory dance while screaming in joy.