(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

ミ✦𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖊 #1✦彡

Resting both palms flat on the counter, Y/N stared at the porcelain sink of her bathroom, deep in thought.

Sam and her had been dating for over 5 months now. The relationship had been so smooth, unlike her previous ones that she needed constant assurance. They had grown to trust each other, but Y/N was still nervous and doubtful about letting him in about her past. When she talked to Nat about it, she said that Sam deserved to know it and would understand.

With a deep breath, she looked up at the mirror in front of her and eyes automatically fell on the large, tidy but visible scar on her right side of the body where her neck and shoulder met. It was peeping out of the strap of her black tank top that she was wearing. 

She removed the new square glasses, placed it on the counter, and stared at it. Tony had made for her birthday, just like his. The glasses was connected with both DAVID and FRIDAY(in case of emergencies) and it could change the lens to the required power of her eyes.

She had completely zoned out her surroundings and didn't even hear the bathroom door open. A pair of muscular arms sneaked under hers and wrapped themselves around her waist. Y/N looked up and smiled at Sam through the mirror as he moved her hair to one side and kissed the back of her neck, "Hey baby."

"Hey," she placed her hands on his and leaned back on his right shoulder, "How did the mission with Steve and Nat go?" 

"Was alright," Sam rested his chin on her left shoulder and they stared at each other through the mirror, "I can tell you have thing on your mind."

Y/N straightened up and turned around to face him, leaning back on the sink, "Am I that predictable?"

"Nah, I can just read you well," he beamed a bit in pride, "What's up?"

"I need to tell you something," she raised her chin up and crossed her arms, "I'm bisexual."

"No really," Sam gasped, making her deadpan at him, "I never knew."

"Sam, I just," she sighed, " I just wanna know your thoughts about it, okay? Like what you really feel about me being bi."

"Alright," he stepped forward and took her hands in his, "I completely support you and you're still the same person. The same sarcastic, most badass, women I've ever known. And no, I'm not telling this because Nat might beat me up. I actually mean it. Whole-heartedly."

Y/N chuckled at his last statement, "Yeah, she's protective. Sometimes a bit too much."

"Yeah, sometimes it scares the shit out of me," he winced sheepishly and rested his palms on her waist loosely, "At times, you do too."

"As I should," she smirked and it dropped slightly as another thought hit her mind, "There's also one more thing."

"I'm listening," he laced his fingers together behind her lower back.

"In the Red Room, which my mother ran," she let out a shaky breath, "Where I graduated and raised, they um, sterilised me," she stared at the wall behind him, unable to make eye contact as shame filled each and every vein in her body, "She ordered for it, obviously. It makes everything easier. Ever wondered how I bleed more than everyone in the team put together and not die? It's because of the sterilization, and the serum."

"Like a supersoldier one?" Sam asked softly, his face devoid of pitying expression.

"It was a crude version of the it, without the super strength part," she cleared her throat, "So it just gives me quick reflexes and enhanced senses. They turned me into a monster," she looked down at her feet as she felt her eyes grow heavy and sight blur, "It's efficient and life long; both the sterilization and serum. When they were about to inject me, I put up a fight and as a result," she pointed at the prominent scar on her neck, "So, if you're looking forward to kids in the future, you can't have it with me," she shrugged with a humourless chuckle. 

"Firstly," Sam brought her in a hug and Y/N rested her chin on his shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to go through it. No one deserves that, and has the right to do it. Not even your own mom." Her lower lip trembled and she ran her tongue on her inner cheek. "Secondly," he pulled back from the hug and took her face in his hands and wiped the corner of her eye, "You're not a monster," he kissed her temple and looked back down at her,  "You've ever wanted kids? Like in future?"

"I don't know," she frowned, chewing on her lip anxiously, "I haven't really thought about it, 'cause it's not like I have an option."

He rubbed his thumb on her cheek and she met his eyes, "It's okay, baby," he placed a quick peck on her lips, "We don't need kids. We have each other."

"You—you want a future with me?" she was taken aback at his straightforward affirmation.

"Obviously," he rolled his eyes slightly, "Why wouldn't I? I date to keep."

Her smile widened and she gazed at him in adoration, "I love you," as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth, her eyes went wide. Sam's jaw dropped. "Uh—" she stammered and blinked fast, "Wait, wait, no, no, no, no, what did I just say?"

"Aww, you love me!" Sam nudged her shoulder with his fist, grinning like a mad man.

"No. No. What? no. I mean, 'no' as in not no, but I think you get it, right?" Y/N rambled, "No, no, you don't get it," she groaned as Sam raised his eyebrows with the same mad grin. "Look, I—"

He had cut her rambling off by grabbing the sides of her face and bringing her in a passionate kiss, dipping her back slightly. Y/N's eyes fluttered close as she felt her knees go weak at the intensity of the kiss. She held his wrists with her hands and kissed him back with the same force.

"I love you more," he pulled back and then smirked mischievously at her face, "Wait, are you blushing?"

Throwing him a playful glare, Y/N spun on her feet and walked towards the bathroom door, "Damn you, Wilson!" she grumbled, loud enough for him to hear, causing him to snicker and rub the back of his neck with a dazed smile.

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