(n.) no longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved

I've been sleepless at night
'Cause I don't know how I feel
I've been waiting on you
Just to say something real

I walked into Avengers tower late that night. The mission took longer than expected. Everyone was asleep except for Steve and I, who were on the mission together. Pietro wasn't waiting expectantly in the living room as he used to do.

"Goodnight Steve," I said quietly, heading towards my room. The super soldier smiled and nodded then walked into his own room.

I open the door and step inside my dorm- well, mine and Pietro's dorm. He's passed out face down on the bed. I drop my bag, not bothering to be quiet. He shifts in his sleep but doesn't move.

I change clothes in the bathroom then crawl into bed and immediately fall asleep.

There's a light on the road
And I think you know
Morning is coming
And I have to go

Things between the silver haired speedster and I had been difficult lately. We didn't fight or argue or anything. We just seemed to have lost that spark. Nevertheless, we stayed together.

When I woke up the next morning, Pietro was already up and getting dressed. He pulled his shirt on over his head, not looking at me. We went through our normal morning routine; getting dressed, eating breakfast and drinking a coffee.

"I'm going to train," I said, standing up from the table. Pietro mumbled a goodbye as he finished his coffee.

~~~

"What are you wearing tonight?" Natasha asked as she threw a punch.

I dodged it and kicked her in the shoulder, softening the blow, because I didn't really want to hurt her. "Probably the blue knee length dress," I answered.

She stumbled only slightly because of my kick and leapt back into action, pinning me down quickly. "I thought you'd wear the red lacy dress," she replied. "You, know the one that you love because it always makes Pietro swoon."

I kneed her in the stomach and wriggled our of her grasp. Putting my knee on her stomach and holding her arms down. "I wore that one at the last party Tony had," I told her. "I wanted to try something different. I can't wear the same dress to every party, no matter how much Piet loves it."

Piet. I hadn't called him that in forever.

Natasha sighed. She knew exactly what was really going on. She was a spy after all. But there was no way I was going to tell her why I really wouldn't wear the red dress.

But if we're strong enough
To let it in, in, in
We strong enough
To let it go, oho, oho

I remember our first kiss on that rainy day. I never liked rain until that day. The kiss was perfect and everything I imagined it would be and yet completely unexpected.

Life was perfect back then.

If I look back to the start now
I know, I see everything true
There's still a fire in me heart, my darling
But I'm not burning for you

I zipped up my blue dress and slipped on the black heels. Why was I wearing heels? I hated them and Pietro didn't like that they made me uncomfortable. At least he used to. Now, I'm not so sure he notices.

He was too busy staring at the new young SHIELD agents. I just stood back and pretended not to notice or care.

I walked downstairs and just as I expected, Pietro was chatting up two blondes. I recognized them as newbies to the SHIELD agent training program. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the bar. Sitting down in one of the stools, and requesting a drink, I sighed and looked back at the man that was once mine. Or was he still mine?

We started it wrong
And I think you know
We waited too long
Now I have to go

Natasha approached me a few minutes later. "Are you just going to sit here and watch them, or are you going to go over there and take back your man?"

The bartender handed me my drink a walked away. I sipped the cold margarita. "I don't know what to do anymore, Nat," I said.

"Tell him how you feel," she said, moving closer to me. "You guys need to work this out, you can't just pretend nothing's going on."

I nodded and set my drink on the table. "I know, I know." I felt tears welling up in my eyes and I dabbed at them with a napkin. "I'm just so afraid. I don't know what to do. What am I supposed to say?"

The redhead sighed and put her arm around me. "Only you know what's right for you. I can't tell you what you're feeling and what to do about it. All I know is, you need to do something. You can't go on like this."

I looked at her and nodded. "Okay. I will. Thank you, Natasha."

She smiled slightly. "Anytime." She turned and walked away, probably to find Bruce.

I don't know why, I don't know why
We need to break so hard
I don't know why we break so hard

After the party, Pietro and I headed back to our room. I shut the door behind us quietly and watched as he took of his tie.

"What? Is something wrong?" He asked, laying the tie down.

"Pietro we need to talk," I said, my voice cracking.

"About...?" His voice trailed off.

"About us," I answered

"Nothing is wrong with us," he replied, taking off his jacket and hanging it in the closet.

"Pietro, don't lie to me," I said. "You know it's been... weird between us lately. We need to sort this out."

The speedster sat down on the bed. "Okay. I'm listening."

"I miss the way we used to be. Back when we first got together." I said slowly, sitting down on the bed beside him.

"I do too," he said, looking at me sadly. His reaction surprised me.

"What happened to us?" I whispered, a tear slipping down my cheek. He gently wiped it away.

"I don't know," he replied quietly. "I don't know."

"So what do we do?" I asked even though I knew we were both thinking the same thing. But I didn't want it to come to that. Was I strong enough to do that?

But if we're strong enough
To let it in, in, in
We strong enough
To let it go, oho, oho

Pietro took both of my hands in his. I looked into his blue eyes and could see that he was crying as well. "You know what we need to do," he whispered.

Tears streamed down my face as I nodded, knowing he was right. He wrapped his arms around me. "I love you," I said. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Pietro said. "And I'll never stop."

Let it all go, let it all go
Let it all out now
Let it all go, let it all go
Let it all out now

"I don't want to do this," I said quietly in his ear.

"Neither do I," Pietro replied.

Who says, who says?
Who says, who says?
Who says truth is beauty after all?
And who says love should break us when we fall?

Pietro gathered his things into a bag and we hugged again. True, we still loved each other, but it wasn't enough.

"Goodbye, Pietro," I said as he left. He looked back at me and gave me a sad smile. I cried quietly as I watched the man that was once mine walk away.

Let it all go, let it all go
Let it all out now
Let it all go, let it all go
Let it all out now
We're strong enough
To let it go, oho, oho
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Sorry that the first imagine I posted is kind of sad. I promise there will be happier ones (maybe). I wrote this a long time ago so it's not the greatest, but I figured I'd post it.
Do you guys prefer it being written in first person with the 'I/Me' or do you prefer the 'You/Your' thing?
Also, if you guys have any ideas/requests for imagines or preferences, leave them in the comments or send me a PM.
Thanks!