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          “Should I pay someone off? Maybe get Cap and Thor           to make some - subtle threats? Innocent stuff.”

      “I don’t want to get in that way. I want to get in because I’m actually       talented. This is why I never wanted people to know I was a Stark.”

He grimaced as she raised her voice, but the moment her knees buckled and she fell Bucky moved forward with a shocking amount of speed, brows drawn together unhappily as he crouched beside her, one hand out for her to take whilst the other hovered just shy of wrapping around her shoulders. Acutely aware that physical touch may not be something she was comfortable with given the circumstances. “You’ve got fever. You’re going to feel weak, tired. But your symptoms aren’t life threatening. You just need to rest.”

So, if what the soldier said was correct, she must be quarantined. Which, if it was just a fever, seemed a bit overboard. Slowly, Ana looked over her shoulder at Bucky, watching for a moment before speaking. “You’re lying. I may not remember what happened, but I doubt they would quarantine me for nothing. I’ve been around the med bay enough to know how serious it is.” A brief pause, bracing herself for whatever he would say after her next statement. “Tell me the truth.”

    He just wants to get this done so he can get better already.

It had happened before, when she first started working for her father.  People hated coming to see her, so James needed to actually want  to talk with her. It all came back to trust, something that she clearly  needed to ear.

          He doesn’t know why he’s trying to help.

         Ana can hear the parts of his bionic arm   s h i f t i n g   before feeling the grip around her neck tighten. Honestly, she didn’t know which was worse. The blinding pain in her HEAD or the burning sensation in her CHEST from lack of oxygen. Either way, the young Stark was quite sure this was how she would die. All the effort she puts in attempting to fight him off is useless. He wasn’t going to let go. ‘P L E A S E.’ The blonde begged, eyes beginning to fill with tears. It would fall on deaf ears, without a doubt. The edges of her vision begin to darken, world slightly tilting on it’s side. With all the strength she could manage, she raised her arm. Not to hit him, but to lightly place her palm on his CHEEK. There was no real reason as to why she decided to do so, but maybe positive human contact would make gears turn in his head. If it couldn’t help her, at least it would help the others.                  Her chin dropped, arm immediately falling to the side and the darkness closed in and that was all she knew. 

          relief will fill the italian at the answer, for there is no hesitation behind the response given.   ❛ sì, good change of pace. i want to try to make dinners every night if i can. but come. food is getting cold. ❜   gesturing for ana to follow her into the kitchen, maria can’t help but smile all the while. tony is out and about, doing god knows what, so this gives grandmother time with granddaughter.   ❛ do you like chicken and pasta? ❜   she asks, moving into the new room and grabbing oven mitts to take the chicken out of the oven; pasta is already ready for them.

ana eagerly followed her grandmother into the kitchen, sitting down at the table. it smelled delicious, better than anything her father attempted to make. pepper was a decent cook but, from what she heard, nothing beats grandma food. ‘honestly, i like food. so, yes. nothing i love better than mac and cheese when i’m feeling down. never had homemade though.’ 

❝Look,  I don’t blame you.  I understand this is  –  it’s a lot.  Whatever   is going on between us aside.  I’m not asking you to choose a side.    I want you to know that despite disagreeing,  I’m worried about Tony.    He isn’t thinking straight.  He’s acting even more irrational than usual   and he isn’t thinking things through.  This is already a big strain on all   of us,  but he’s not taking it well at all.  If there’s anything you can do    …  to help him.  I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of this.❞

The small blonde scoffed at his words, taking  a moment to  actually put together a proper reply. As if Tony would listen.  He didn’t listen to Pepper, why the hell would he hear what  she had to say. Especially if he knew the words were coming from Steve. It just wouldn’t end well.  ❝ What makes you think my dad would listen to me? The man  practically ignored my existence for over half my life. Even if I screamed at him, he still wouldn’t hear me. I agree with you  though, he isn’t thinking straight. ------- I can not lose my father,  Steve. And I can’t lose you either. This can not turn into a war. ❞

❝I love you too.❞

❝ Can I kiss you? ❞

“I—I don’t know if this is what’s going to make me better or not. I just know I need to do something. I can’t be the way I am anymore.”

“Then I suggest we get started as soon as possible. Unless you would rather work with someone else. I am  more than willing to help you through this, if you’ll have me.”

          ❛ anastasia? i hope i am not bothering you, but would you care to join me for dinner tonight? it is almost done… ❜   she’d meant to ask earlier, to make sure that the young woman would want to dine with her grandmother, but the italian had been worried. worried that ana would say no.

        ‘ of course i would. i rarely get to eat a home cooked meal. it’d be a nice change of pace.’ ana was unsure what to think of her grandmother. after all, it was a hard thing to get used to. maybe this would be the chance for her to have a strong female figure to look up to.  

          ❛ Have you tried keeping anything down? Or a those just empty words? ❜

         ❛ Of course I’ve tried. How else would I know I can’t keep anything down? ❜

❝Being around you,  kissing you,  whatever there is between us has   been the only thing that’s felt somewhat normal and nice since I was   unfrozen.  But I messed that up.  If you don’t want to  whatever we   were doing  anymore,  I understand.❞

Ana bit her lower lip, unable to imagine the pain Steve was going through.  She wished that things could have worked out for him and Peggy. It was the least he deserved. Perhaps it would have been better if she had passed before he came out of the ice. Spare him the hurt of having her back in his life only to have it taken away. A few tears slipped down the blonde’s cheek only for them to be furiously wiped away.  “You didn’t mess anything up, Steve. It’s just -----” She took a deep breath,  shifting her weight from foot to foot. “ I can’t replace Peggy. I could never be  like her, not matter how hard I try. You deserve someone like her or Sharon.  Girls like me don’t get the guy, the happy ending. No matter how much I  may want things to work out, they never will.” There were more things wrong with her than Steve would ever know.  She was damaged goods. He wasn’t perfect, she knew that and would never hold him on such a pedestal. Still, Ana wanted him to be happy,  even if she wasn’t the reason for it.

❝You don’t regret it.  I’ll  …  cook you a nice dinner.   How does that sound?❞  Steve asked.  Maybe he hadn’t made a mistake kissing Ana.

She couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, still not  quite understanding why Steve wanted to go out with her in the first place. Perhaps she’d never know.  ❝ I haven’t had a home cooked meal in quite some time.  Sounds pretty good, actually. ❞ She replied, shaking her head a little, unable to fully process the situation.