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"If you told him that what happened was a mistake, that you don't have any feelings for me, that it happened in a grief stricken moment and he has nothing to fear—"
A sharp, pained laugh cuts me off. "Natasha, if I could tell him that, don't you think I would have by now?"
The air around us changes, heating with every step he takes towards me. I back up slowly. "I'd better go."
He moves past me quickly and blocks the door. "No."
My heart leaps to my throat, pulse racing with fear and desire. I walk to his desk and lean against it for support. I look up and see Steve's reflection in the rain-streaked window in front of me. I watch as he unbuttons his cuffs and rolls them up over his muscular forearms. Strong fingers unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt and I work to keep by breathing even.
"I can't lie to Barton, or you, or myself anymore."
- Part 2 of Sniper Soldier Spy