"Look at me." Steve couldn't help but to notice the lack of eye contact from you. You used to freely joke around, fingers carding through his hair, all smiley around him. Now? You couldn't even hold a conversation without stuttering. Truth be told, he couldn't really blame you.

Ever since his side was on the run from the government, everyone was on the edge. Especially him.

In the morning, he looked at the mirror and he didn't recognize the person standing in front of him. He felt like he tarnished the legacy of his shield by standing on his ground. Nothing and no one could ever come between him and his beliefs–Steve began to take a darker path in his life.

Who would've thought Captain America and several others were on the run from the government? You sided with him, of course–you'd do anything for him. Even if he scares you now, you would still jump in front of the gun for him.

The two of you were living in the rural side of a deserted town. You could tell that tension was always there, even by the end of the day when the two of you were lying down on the same bed. Things were different. Everything was different.

Steve was a different person. The light behind his eyes were gone, replaced by something you thought you would never see–emptiness or darkness, either way, that wasn't the Steve you knew.