Hidden Secrets

Parts 295 & 296

*Later that night*
SR: Do you want to talk?
Y/N: What do you want to talk about?
SR: Let's start with the things I said.
Y/N: What's left to say? It's all my fault.
SR: I didn't say that.
Y/N: No, but you implied it.
SR: I shouldn't have. I'm sorry.
Y/N: Do you know how you made me feel today?
SR: Probably worse than how I feel about myself right now.
Y/N: The man I loved, who I vowed to spend the rest of my life with...
SR: Baby girl...
Y/N: Just accused me of universal genocide.
SR: And I'm sorry.
Y/N: Are you really?
SR: What's that supposed to mean?
Y/N: Oh please. You only want to talk because Nat chewed your ass out.
SR: You really think that?
Y/N: Am I wrong?
SR: Y/N, will you please hear me out?
Y/N: Why?!
SR: Keep it down. You're going to wake the kids.
Y/N: I already feel horrible. You just made me feel worse.
SR: If I could take it back I would.
Y/N: But you can't.
SR: Do you want me to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness?
Y/N: I want you to care.
*Steve shakes his head and turns away.*
Y/N: You act like you're the only one hurting.
SR: So now I don't care?
Y/N: I know you do. But you don't show it.
SR: How's that?
Y/N: The only emotion I've seen from you this week is anger. And you have a right to be.
SR: I feel a but coming.
Y/N: But you're taking it out on the wrong people.
SR: Well, I think I'm allowed to be angry sometimes.
Y/N: You're not the man I fell in love with.
SR: Then maybe I shouldn't stay here tonight.
*He turns to leave.*
SR: I'll be at the compound.
*He leaves the room. You pound your fists on the kitchen counter.*
Y/N: Fuck.

*Hours later, you're woken up by the phone.*
Y/N: Nat? Why are you calling so late?
NR: You need to get over here.
Y/N: Why? What's going on?
NR: Thor and Steve were drowning their sorrow in Asgardian ale.
Y/N: Well, Steve can't get drunk so...
NR: It's Thor's stash...from Asgard.
Y/N: Damn it. Nat, could you come watch the kids?
NR: I'm already on my way.
*Twenty minutes later you arrive at the compound and find Steve on the balcony.*
Y/N: Steve? What are you doing?
SR: What are you doing here?
Y/N: Nat called. She's worried about you. By the look of it, she has a right to be.
*You kneel down next to him.*
Y/N: What's going on?
*You look down at the bottle and see it's half empty.*
Y/N: You drank half a bottle?
SR: It would appear so.
Y/N: Don't do this. Let's go home.
SR: Don't do what?
Y/N: What happened was not your fault. Or mine. Or anyone else's. I'll be damned if you're going to sit here and drink the pain away.
SR: I should retire.
Y/N: That's the alcohol talking.
SR: I don't deserve you.
Y/N: Why don't you get up off the cold concrete and come home.
*He looks up at you with a sad look.*
Y/N: Come on. We can talk in the morning.