Denial
"I'm not scared of codependency." Steve muttered, shuffling through and skimming the recent mission reports, "I'm busy. I don't have the time to play house with Fury on my ass."
Sam groaned, "Don't tell me you're still in denial? I'm getting some serious deja vu here, man. Didn't we just talk about this last month?"
Steve shot him a glare and turned to file away the mission reports,
"Let's get this straight, okay? We didn't talk about anything- that never happened."
"Like I said, denial-"
"-We had a deal." Steve interrupted, a tightness to his voice that wasn't there before. Sam didn't miss the way Steve's shoulders tensed– with anger or anxiety, it was too soon to tell.
"You promised to not talk about that conversation-"
"-and I haven't," cut in Sam. "I haven't breathed a word, Steve."
For a tense moment, Sam locked eyes with Steve, urgently searching for any hint as to what Steve was thinking. Before he could, Steve's eyes flickered back to the files on the table and he stood up, gathering the documents under his arm. He took a step before hesitating and turning back to Sam.
Steve's gaze settled somewhere beyond his shoulder, "Well, I'll be heading back to my quarters. It... it was nice seeing you, Sam."
Sam's smile didn't quite manage to reach his eyes, "You too, Steve."