#avengerss

The only fault in this relationship is that you aren’t what you call honest about yourself. You told him you’re just an office worker in downtown Washington.  He doesn’t know that you’re a freelance thief, even sometimes a hired murderer. You wanted it to stay like that, you wanted him in the dark but your job caught up with you and you were feeling guilty that it was affecting Sam too.

It’s been 5 years since that mission and ironically, the one who’s trying to kill you is also the one you were working for the day you met Sam. It’s been a long night, they blew up your house, wrecked your car, and now Sam’s trust on you is hanging by a thread.

“SO, (Y/N), CAN YOU EXPLAIN TO ME ONCE AGAIN WHY YOU THOUGHT LYING TO ME HELPS?!” Sam screamed while trying to drive a minivan away in the express way from countless of assassins that are trying to gun you both down.

“CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS LATER? YOU KNOW, WHEN NO ONE IS TRYING TO KILL US?” you shouted back at him while aiming at a bad guy’s head.

“WELL, NO ONE WOULD’VE BEEN AFTER US IF YOU ONLY TOLD ME THE TRUTH. I COULD’VE DONE SOMETHING ABOUT IT OR AT LEAST BE PREPARED FOR THIS KIND OF SHITSTORM”, he grunted.

“I KNOW, OKAY? I’M SORRY. I KNOW IT WAS STUPID FOR ME TO BELIEVE I COULD JUST SETTLE DOWN FROM ALL THE THINGS I DID. I’M SORRY THAT MEETING YOU MADE ME FEEL THAT I COULD JUST FORGET WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING AND MAYBE YOU MADE FEEL A LITTLE LESS GUILTY FROM IT. SO, I’M SORRY.”  You shouted while successfully shooting the driver that was rammed in the trunk of our van.  

After that happened, another car popped at the side of the van and two guys jumped inside.

“I’M” Gunshot.

“SORRY” Gunshot.  

“THAT” Gunshot.  

“I” Punch.

“CHOSE” Kick.

“TO” Grunt.

“LOVE” Gunshot.

“YOU” Kick.

“WHILE I’M LIVING MY MISERABLE LIFE. “, you shouted while beating up a guy who got in your van.

“You made my life a little less miserable, so I got a little selfish and didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’ll hate me. I’m sorry.”, you looked at him for a minute and then went back to trying to survive.

You tried pulling the trigger but no ammo came out. “SHIT. WE’RE OUT OF BULLETS.” You climbed onto the front seat next to Sam.

“Don’t worry, I got this.” He opened the glove compartment and took out a grenade.

“I need you to steer, (Y/N)”, he said while getting up from his seat.

You exchanged seats, with you now driving the minivan and him climbing to the trunk of the van. He opened the back of the van and aimed for the final car that the bad guys were in. When they opened the sunroof of their car to shoot the van, Sam immediately threw the grenade at them and easily throwing it inside the opponent’s car.

After getting rid of the last of the bad guys, he climbed to the passenger’s seat and looked at you.

“I’m sorry”, you said to him while driving.

“I’m sorry for everything.”, you were trying hard not to cry. You felt stupid for wanting to cry but you can’t help it. All he’s ever been to you was nice and honest and the guilt you were feeling was tearing you apart.

“I know you are and I forgive you for it. I mean, I’m part of the Avengers and being married to me means you kind of somewhat marry my enemies too. The last 5 years has been a proof of that”, he chuckled, “I mean honestly, how many times did we have to repair our house or move from this house to another because of them? And I’m sorry for that, really.”, this made you giggle while tearing up.

“Since this shit is out, I should at least be honest about everything”, you said while sparing a glance at him.

“I’ve never been to Myanmar, I lied about that trip. I was in Russia trying to kill the prime minister. And the wedding I told you about? Lie. I was in Philippines trying to steal the Spolarium painting.”, you confessed.

“So, that’s why Natasha asked me if you’ve been to Russia before.”, he replied.

You chuckled at his reply and smiled, there was a brief silence.

“Well, since we’re being honest here…I lied to you, I’ve been married before.”, you suddenly felt a range of anger and hastily stepped on the breaks.

“What’s her name? Where is she from? What’s her social security number?”, you turned to look at him.

“No, you’re not going to kill her. Besides it was for a mission.”, he shrugged.

“So, she’s from S.H.I.E.L.D.S.”, you clarify to him while you pulled out your phone and search for the girl.

He suddenly snatched the phone from you, cupped both of your cheeks and kissed you passionately.

“No, (Y/N). You are not going to kill her, stalk her or anything because that marriage meant nothing. Okay? It was just for a mission and nothing else, besides, we got divorced immediately after it. I haven’t heard from her since.”, he resumed to his previous place and looked at you as if nothing happened.

While he was smiling like an idiot, you placed your hand on your lips and started blushing. You kept thinking that you’re doing something stupid since you’ve been married for 5 years and you’ve practically already had sex. So, a kiss means is nothing compared to that. But the other half of your brain thinks that it wasn’t just a kiss. It was something that meant everything to you. This kiss felt like a clean slate, like a breath of fresh air. It was intoxicating in a good way. You turned silent for a minute and then you turned to him and asked, “What now?”

“Now, we have some explain to do back in the avengers’ headquarters.”, he nodded towards the steering wheel.

“What do we say?”