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"Maybe you shouldn't watch that; I don't want you to be sad," he said as he turned off the TV and put the cupcake on the coffee table.

"It's okay; I'm fine, really," you assured him, looking him in the eyes.

"Y/N."

It had been several months since you had thought about him, and now you were happy.

"When I'm away from you, Steve, I'm happier than ever", you thought. Last week, you enjoyed activities you hadn't done for a long time.

Nevertheless, you began to think about what had happened while you were with Steve as you picked up the cupcake to eat it.

Steve was not answering the communicator; you were worried that maybe something had happened to him and he needed reinforcements, or maybe...

You shook your head to get rid of those ideas. A few seconds later, Steve appeared. He wasn't hurt, although he looked very upset.

"You scared me to death," you said, approaching. Steve didn't even look at you; he just continued on his way.

"I trust you. I just don't trust them," Steve said when you informed him that you would have a mission with friends who also worked in the Organization.

In the end, you asked to change teams; you had argued with Steve about it.

"Are you all right? "he asked.

"Yes, I was just thinking," you answered.

"You can tell me anything; you know that.

"I wish I could explain it better," even though you had already told him what happened plus what was obvious that most people had seen.

"Take your time; you can say anything you want."

"I wish it wasn't true and that it had never happened, that it was all a dream. Every day was horrible, and I'd end up more afraid."

You went on talking for a couple of hours.

Finally, you had decided on your old apartment: you were going to rent it. You had only gone to get some things you had forgotten. You were startled when you heard the front door close. No one but you had the keys, but suddenly you remembered that Steve had never given them back to you.

You peeked out, and Steve was standing there; maybe he had been spying on you all this time, and that's why you had had that strange feeling during the week.

"Y/N, long time no see," Steve greeted you, and you swallowed saliva.

"Steve, what are you doing here?" You said, trying not to be obvious, that you were looking for your cell phone.

"Are you looking for this?" Steve showed you the cell phone.

"What do you want?" You replied.

"Talk; I never knew why you left the house," he replied. "Don't say it isn't fair."

"You clearly weren't aware that you made me miserable."

"Please, I'm the best thing that ever happened to you in your whole life; you didn't appreciate it."

"And all that you did was make me fucking sad."

"Come on, Y/N, stop playing the victim; I think I at least need an explanation."

"I always said you were misunderstood just because of who you were before the serum, but that doesn't mean you're really a good person."

"Oh, come on, are you serious? You'd do the opposite of what you said you'd do."

"So, if you really wanna know the reasons why I left you, you should reflect on everything that happened and what you did."

"Are you saying it was my fault you ran off with who knows who?" Steve said.

"No, what I'm saying is that it was a long time ago that I didn't love you anymore because of the way you treated me. 'Cause I'd never treat me this way, you know, I deserve a hell of a lot better," you replied.

"No, Y/N, you have to admit that it wasn't my fault that we broke up; it was your friends', 'cause you only listen to your fucking friends."

"That's a lie, Steve; you were the one who was trying to keep me away from everyone, but I'm wasting my breath."

"You're lying; besides, I doubt anyone would want to go out with you; everyone believes me and knows who you are and everything you did."

"I never told anyone anything bad about you; I just told the truth to those who asked me," "you said.

"Stop lying; you always liked to draw attention to yourself."

"And I don't talk shit about you!" You ruined everything. There were so many things I loved to do, and you made me hate them. "You were having a hard time staying calm, and again, the fear of him was coming back". You were my everything."

"I still am, but you don't want to accept it; come on, Y/N, if you behave yourself, everything will be as it should be."

"And don't try to make me feel bad."

"I'm just saying you should consider things," Steve said with a smirk on his face.

"You made all my moments your own; you know the plans always worked; I was the one making the plans, and you took all the credit; why do you think your last few missions have failed?"

"You need me."

"So don't waste the time I don't have; please go away," you asked. "I don't relate to you."

Steve laughed. "Why do you keep playing the victim? You're the one who left me."

"Just fucking leave me alone."

"Rogers, you better leave; Y/N has been very clear; she doesn't love you, and she doesn't want to be with you." You heard a male voice behind Steve, and you smiled when you saw him.

"Don't get in the way, Rumlow," Steve replied.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to threaten me? Because it's not going to work with me, you'd better leave. Anyway, I'll inform S.H.I.E.L.D. what happened," Brock threatened firmly.

Steve gave him a hateful look before leaving the apartment.

"Are you all right? I think I arrived in time. "

"Better than ever, I finally got to tell him everything I wanted to. I don't love Steve Rogers anymore; he may still think he's the best person in the world, but one day the truth will come out."

"Do you still want to go to the movies?"

"Sure, I've been waiting for months for the movie to come out; I wouldn't miss it for the world."

—Tal vez no deberías de ver eso, no quiero que te pongas triste —él te dijo mientras apagaba el televisor y dejaba el pastelillo en la mesa de centro.

—Está bien, estoy bien, en serio —aseguraste viéndolo a los ojos.

—T/N.

Hacía varios meses que no pensabas en él, ahora eras feliz.

«Cuando estoy lejos de ti, Steve, soy más feliz que nunca», pensaste, la semana pasada habías disfrutado de actividades que tenía muchísimo tiempo que no hacías.

No obstante, comenzaste a pensar en lo que había ocurrido mientras estabas con Steve a la vez que tomabas el pastelillo para comerlo.

Steve no respondía el comunicador, estabas preocupada, tal vez algo le había ocurrido y necesitaba refuerzos o tal vez…

Sacudiste tu cabeza para alejar esas ideas, a los pocos segundos Steve apareció, no estaba herido, aunque si se veía muy molesto.

—Me diste un susto de muerte —dijiste acercándote, Steve ni siquiera te miró, simplemente continuó su camino.

“Confío en ti, solo no confío en ellos,” Steve dijo cuando le informaste que tendrías una misión con amigas, que también trabajaban en la Organización.

Al final pediste que te cambiaran de equipo, habías discutido con Steve por eso.

—¿Estás bien? —él te preguntó.

—Si, solo pensaba —respondiste.

—Puedes contarme lo que sea, lo sabes.

—Desearía poderlo explicar mejor —aunque ya le habías contado lo ocurrido, más lo que era evidente que la mayoría de las personas había visto.

—Tomate tu tiempo, puedes decir todo lo que quieras.

—Desearía que no fuese verdad y que nunca hubiera pasado, que todo fuese un sueño. Cada día era horrible y yo terminaba más aterrada.

Siguieron conversando un par de horas.

Finalmente, habías tomado una decisión respecto a tu antiguo departamento, lo pondrías en renta, únicamente habías ido por algunas cosas que se te olvidaron, te sobresaltaste cuando escuchaste la puerta principal cerrarse, nadie más que tú tenías las llaves, pero de pronto recordaste que Steve nunca te las había regresado.

Te asomaste, ahí estaba parado Steve, tal vez te había estado espiando todo este tiempo y por eso habías tenido esa extraña sensación durante la semana.

—T/N, tiempo sin vernos —Steve te saludó, tragaste saliva.

—Steve, ¿qué haces aquí? —cuestionaste, tratando de no ser obvia, buscabas tu celular.

—¿Buscas esto? —Steve te mostró el celular.

—¿Qué quieres? —repetiste.

—Hablar, nunca supe porqué te fuiste de la casa —él respondió—. No digas que es justo.

—Claramente no eras consciente de lo miserable que me hacías.

—Por favor, yo soy lo mejor que te ha pasado en toda tu vida, no lo supiste apreciar.

—Y todo lo que hiciste fue hacerme sentir triste.

—Vamos, T/N, deja de hacerte la víctima, creo que al menos necesito una explicación.

—Siempre dijiste que eras un incomprendido, solo por quien eras antes del suero, pero eso no significa que realmente seas buenas persona.

—Oh, vamos, ¿es en serio? Tu siempre hacías todo lo contrario a lo que decías que harías.

—Así que, si realmente quieres saber los motivos por los que te dejé, deberías de reflexionar todo lo que pasó, lo que hiciste.

—¿Insinúas que fue mi culpa que huyeras con quien sabe quién? —Steve espetó.

—No, lo que estoy diciendo es que ya tenía tiempo que yo ya no te amaba por la forma en la que me tratabas. Porque yo nunca me trataría tan jodidamente así, sabes, yo me merezco algo muchísimo mejor —contestaste.

—No, T/N, tienes que admitir que no fue mi culpa que hayamos terminado, sino de las de tus amigos, porque tú solo escuchas a tus malditos amigos.

—Eso es mentira, Steve, tú eras quien me intentabas apartar de todo el mundo, pero gastaría mi saliva.

—Mientes, aparte dudo que alguien quiera salir contigo, todo el mundo me cree y sabe quién eres y todo lo que hiciste.

—Nunca dije nada malo acerca de ti, simplemente le dije la verdad a quienes me preguntaron —dijiste.

—Deja de mentir, siempre te gustó llamar la atención.

—¡Y nunca hablé mierda de ti! —alzaste la voz—. Arruinaste todo lo bueno, había muchísimas cosas que me encantaba hacer y tú te encargaste de hacer que lo odiara —te estaba costando trabajo, permanecer tranquila, de nuevo el miedo hacia él volvía a aparecer—. Eras mi todo.

—Lo sigo siendo, pero no lo quieres aceptar, vamos T/N, si te portas bien, todo saldrá cómo debía de ser.

—Y no intentes hacerme sentir mal.

—Solo estoy diciendo que deberías de considerar las cosas —Steve tenía una sonrisa burlona en el rostro.

—Te apropiaste de todos mis momentos para brillar, sabes que los planes siempre funcionaron yo era la que hacía los planes y tú te llevabas todo el crédito, ¿por qué crees que tus últimas misiones han fracasado?

—Tú me necesitas.

—No gastes el tiempo que no tengo, vete por favor —pediste—. No me siento relacionada a ti.

Steve se rio. — ¿Por qué sigues haciéndote la victima? tú fuiste quien me abandonó.

—Simplemente déjame sola, carajo.

—Rogers, es mejor que te vayas, T/N ha sido muy clara, no te ama, no quiere estar contigo —una voz masculina atrás de Steve, sonreíste al verlo.

—No te entrometas, Rumlow —Steve respondió.

—¿Qué vas a hacer? ¿Me vas a amenazar? Porque conmigo no va a funcionar, será mejor que te vayas, de todas formas, informaré a S.H.I.E.L.D. lo ocurrido —Brock amenazó firmemente.

Steve le dirigió una mirada de odio antes de salir del departamento.

—¿Estás bien? Creo que llegué a tiempo.

—Mejor que nunca, al fin pude decirle todo lo que quería, ya no amo a Steve Rogers, él puede seguir creyendo que es la mejor persona del mundo, pero un día la verdad saldrá.

—¿Aún quieres ir a cine?

—Claro, llevo meses esperando que la película se estrene, no me lo perdería por nada del mundo.