"I'm going whether you like it or not!" You screamed as you threw more clothes into the bag. "Its only for two weeks!"
"Yeah, but I just got back home," Sam argued, "and by the time you get home I'll be sent on another mission!"
"Sam, I can't just stop working!" You complained, exasperated. "I know I'm not saving the world, but I love my job!"
"More than you love me?" His eyebrows raised in annoyance.
"I never said that," you groaned as you zipped the suitcase. He glared as you walked towards the front door. "I don't want to leave with you angry at me."
"I hate you." He muttered as his head was placed in his hands. You felt tears gather in your eyes as you opened the door and looked at your feet.
"Well," You sighed, "I love you." And with at you walked out of the apartment and to the awaiting taxi downstairs. Sam watched you leave out the window and knew he would regret what he said to you, but as the anger was still coursing through him he refused to even think of an apology.
So instead he threw himself into the bed that you shared and let himself fall asleep, still angry and annoyed. Ignoring all of the calls you were making to him an hour later.
Your relationship had been on the rocks for a while now, with him always on missions and you working from home it got a little lonely. You worked as a blogger and when you got the opportunity to go to another country for an event you took it right up, even if Sam did want you home.
You had even suggested couples therapy at one point, but he refused and was offended you had even thought of it. He claimed that if you were having problems that you could work them out without a middle man. Plus he didn't have the time.
Time. The root of all of your problems. It really is a shame of how quickly it passes. Not to mention how much can happen in just a small amount of it. Too many things were being missed.
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Sam woke up just as angry as he was when he fell asleep. His rest did him no good so time for step two, working out. He slowly pulled himself out of bed and just as slowly put some gym shorts on along with a t-shirt. His gaze fell to his phone as he tied the laces on his shoes. He tapped the screen to see that he had 23 missed calls from you with 7 voice mails. He pondered on the idea of listening to them before finally just shoving the device into his pocket and leaving to meet up with Steve for some extra training.
He arrived to Stark Tower and was shocked to see the entire lobby was vacant of people except for his fellow Avengers standing around something. Steve turned as he heard the front door open and quickly moved towards Sam, placing his hand on his chest.
"You don't wanna see that man." Steve told him with a broken voice and bloodshot eyes. "Let us clean it up real quick." Sams eyes glanced to the scene and he quickly realized what they were crowded around. It was a body.
"Steve, who is it?" Panic started to rise in his chest and get began to regret everything that happened last night. When Steve didn't answer he knew. "No, no, no, it can't be her!" He screamed as he pushed Steve away and ran to the group. They all tried to hold him back but he fought through them and fell to the floor when he saw you.
A shoe was missing from one of your feet, your bare foot was cut and blistered, and your ankle was turned to an impossible degree. Blood soaked through your jeans in multiple places where you had obviously been stabbed. His eyes moved to your torso which seemed untouched until he reached your left shoulder where a knife was sticking out along with multiple cuts down your arm where the sleeve had been cut from your shirt. Once he gained the courage, his gaze fell onto your face with your hair strode messily around it. Your skin was pale and had lost all color. Your lips, the lips he once kissed upon arriving home, were blue. Blood fell from the nose you had always complained about the size of. What really killed him though was your eyes, because even though you are dead they still sat wide open and showed all of the fear you had felt upon dying. Then, in the center of your forehead, was a bullet wound.
Tears fell from Sams eyes as he rethought the last thing he said to you.
I hate you
"I love you. I love you, (Y/n)." He sobbed his head fell to your chest. "I didn't mean it yesterday, I don't hate you. I just missed you so much. I just wanted to see you."
Everyone around him watched with tears falling down their faces, their hearts breaking. Wanda placed a hand on The Falcons shoulder and rubbed it soothingly.
"You need to let us take her body to be examined. We need to know who did this." Wanda whispered in his ear. "They must've known she had ties to us or else they wouldn't have delivered her here."
Sam nodded his head slowly as he sat back away from your body, his hand clutching yours. The medics carefully moved your body onto a gurney and he let your hand go as they rolled you away. He sat in shock staring at the elevator even as the door closed and let your body be removed from his sight. Slowly he pulled his phone from his pocket, and opened his voice mail.
"Are you sure you should.." Wanda spoke but stopped when she saw the look in his eyes. She instead held his hand with hers and nodded her head in understanding.
"Voicemail one" the automatic voice spoke.
"Baby, I know your angry but I promise I'll be home soon. I'll just stay a week if you want."
"Voicemail two"
"Sam, Baby. I think, I think someone's following me," your voice stuttered, "and I know your mad but I'd feel safer if I could talk to you. Please answer."
"Voicemail three"
"This man keeps staring at me and I don't know what to do! I tried to tell airport security about him but then he disappeared and nobody else saw him! I think I'm just going to come home. See you soon."
"Voicemail four" The space between each message caused Sams guilt and anxiety to grow.
"Sam, he's got me trapped in some ally!" Your voice was now a whisper, but held urgency, "I lost a shoe and I just don't know what to do! He's got a knife and a gun!"
"Voicemail five"
"Baby, please come save me!" Your voice sobbed.
"Voicemail six"
"Sam, old buddy, you should've answered the phone. Now your girl is gonna lose her life." His grip on the phone tightened as he recognized the mans' voice. "You lost your chance to save her."
"Voicemail seven" He was terrified about what he was about to hear, and wasn't sure what to expect.
"No please don't!" Your voice screamed as a gunshot was then heard.
"She's gone now, Sam. What're you gonna do about it?"
Sams face showed guilt and anger. He knew exactly who did this and he was going to get revenge.
Tears streamed down Wanda's face as she heard your voice through the speaker of the phone.
"I could've saved her. If I had just answered the damn phone!" Sam slammed his fist into the ground.
"There was no way you could've known she was calling about that!" Wanda assured him. "Yes you could've answered but you had just fought! It was a mistake any of us could've made."
Sam sat in silence as he thought about every mistake he ever made in your relationship.
"I will avenge her!" He growled.
