Social-Suicide

Hard to love

"you are not hard to love, you just asked the wrong person to try."
                                          -Emma Grace
Steve's POV,

After my conversation with Natasha I bolted downstairs, anger and frustration written on my face.

"Hey man what happened" Tony asked with furrowed eyebrows as I sat down at the bar, he sighed "red?" He asked in a knowing tone

I nodded

"Dude maybe she's really not looking for a relationship" Tony said with a shrug

I sighed "I can't do it Tony"

He cocked an eyebrow "do what" he asked confused

"See her with someone else...I don't just have a crush on her Tony, I..." I sighed as I drifted off

Tony had a look of shock in his eyes before he smirked "you love her" he said as he flutter his eyelashes on the word love in a teasing way

I rolled my eyes "yeah" I muttered

His smirk grew bigger and he patted my shoulder "good luck...I have a feeling there's something going on between her and Barton though"

I rolled my eyes and sighed

I don't like the idea of her with someone else, anyone else, no matter how good they are, they'd never be good enough for her, not to me. Just then Natasha walked down the steps arms locked with Clint, they were laughing about something and when they reached the bottom of the steps she pecked his cheek and he left, I could feel my fist clench and the glass in my hand shatter.

"Oh my god, Rogers" she said in a worried tone as she walked up to me seeing the blood, she grabbed my hand and dragged me up to her room

"I'll be right back" she said as she walked into her bathroom

She later came back with a first aid kit in her hands

"I'm fine" I said coldly

She rolled her eyes "look I know your mad at me but at least let me help"

I nodded in defeat and she cleaned my wound

I winced in pain

there was silence for a while

"So, uh, what's going on with you and Clint" I asked her with a cocked breaking the silence that had brewed over

She looked up at me from my hand carefully placing my hand back down.

"He's my friend, like a brother...he helped me get out of a bad situation" she replied with a shrug

"What happened" I asked her curiously

She sighed "when, uh, I was" she paused "in middle school I, uh, I tried to" she paused as if looking for a way to phrase it "drown myself" she muttered

My eyes widened

'Did Tony's and I's actions cause her to do that' I asked myself

"And before you ask, it had nothing to do with you or Tony" she said as if she were reading my thoughts

I gave her a small smile and she looked back at my hand.

"All set" she said with a small smile

"Thanks" I replied

She gave me a half smile "no problem"

The rest of the day went by fast, no missions today, it was just a chill day. Natasha and Clint left earlier that day after she cleaned my wound and I didn't notice she was back at the tower till I heard her screams.