Steve has noticed over the past week you are acting weird, don't come downstairs and eat with him as much and if you do you go to the toilet straight after. He's starting to get worried about you as its happened before when your best friend died and all the hints are there.

Steve-"guys do you notice y/n acting any different?"

Bucky-"ye, she's not really speaking to us and when she eats she eats quickly then rushes off to the toilet." Steve nods and looks at the stairs where you rushed off to hoping that you will be ok. Bucky comes up behind him and puts his hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

Steve-"I'm worried buck, this isn't good." Bucky nods and they both walk off into his room to talk.

Your in your bedroom looking at yourself in the mirror, crying because you think your fat and ugly.

You take your two fingers and shove them into the back of your throat again again trying to make yourself throw up. You eventually make yourself throw up in the toilet from dinner and slid down the wall sobbing because you want to be pretty like the girls at school. Memories, flood through your brain of you and your friend and how you miss her. You stand up and can hear Bucky and Steve arguing. Slowly, you creep around the corner into the doorway of Steve's bedroom to listen in on what they are saying. You cant hear much but you can hear:

"she isn't ok buck, she needs help and cant ask for it."

"I know Steve but how can we help?" You walk back into your room with tears in your eyes. You can hear someone leaving Steve's room so you look through the crack of the door to see Bucky walking down the hall not Steve. After a while you decide to go and talk to Steve hoping he wont be mad or weird about your situation. You appear in Steve's doorway and he shoots up and stares at you.

Steve-"hey y/n you ok?" You nod and walk into Steve's room then you sit on the end of his bed not looking at him but at the floor.

"Steve, I heard your conversation earlier about me." Before you could finish Steve interrupts you.

Steve-"y/n I'm sorry, I'm just worried." You chuckle and then look at him.

"oh your worried now are you? not like you were before I've been like this the past two weeks! two weeks! I bet you didn't even realise, I throw up after every fucking meal and then I cry myself to sleep. Is that ok?" What you don't realise is that everyone is standing in the doorway of your bedroom listening to what you have to say. You start to breakdown in tears but carry on.

"LIKE WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE ITS NOT LIKE WHEN Y/BBF/N (your best friends name) I WAS IN A BAD STATE THEN BUT YOU DIDNT DO ANYTHING I NEED HELP, YES but I'm still me, I don't want help." You realise that Steve is crying and you feel really bad for shouting.

"Steve.. i-im so sorry I didn't mean to shout." Steve still doesn't raise his head but his voice starts to crack.

Steve-"I-its fine, I'm s-sorry I should've taken better care of you, but the truth is that I was scared." You look at him with tears rolling down your cheek, he looks up and you see him crying.

"Steve, I'm so sorry. I knew I should have told you." You get up and hug Steve tightly and start to cry into his shoulder, you whisper into his ear

"I'm sorry brother." He doesn't say anything but looks at the other avengers and they leave to give you guys some peace.