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Fear bubbled within me and I quickly excused myself. I entered the side alley where no one ever came and teleported myself to the roof. A huge spacecraft was flying above me, shooting lasers down to everyone on the streets.

I groaned and got rid of my stuff in the corner before closing my eyes. I forced the energy of my powers to course through my veins.

''Hey,'' someone panted as they entered the roof, ''what are you doing?''

I shushed them. When I opened my eyes again, they were glowing a bright blue and a spiral of blue lines floated around my hands and wrists.

I pulled my hands back and with a violent force, I pushed them forward, exploding this stream of light from the palm of my hands which collided with the spacecraft. It was pushed back and I repeated it a few more times, before I calmed down and turned around to see the customer I was tending to before this all went down.

''You might want to go to the beach.''

He stared at me, speechless. I walked past him and grabbed my stuff, creating a portal to my home and closed it behind me with a final look at the man in front of me.

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The whole ordeal was settled with the intense help of the Avengers. Everyone praised them, and I couldn't care less, because it meant I was still safe.

I was making tomato soup when the buzzer downstairs went. Someone wanted to come. I turned the stove a bit off, wiped my hands on a towel, and walked to the front door. I accepted the call.

Teagan was going to come up in a second for our annual movie night. We had to cancel a few times but we finally found some free time. We were going to binge-watch the entire Pirates of the Caribbean movies - one of my ultimate favorites.

I waited in my front door but was surprised to see that blonde guy again.

''Who are you, and what are you doing here?'' I questioned, scared that HYDRA had finally found me after all these years.

''The name's Steve,'' he spoke calmly, ''and I think we should have a talk.''

I gulped down the lump in my throat and stepped aside, letting him in. Steve entered quietly and stood still in my living room.

''We need to discuss what happened the last time. Who are you?''

I closed the door and decided to just stay there, ''I'm Y/N. And, I would appreciate it, if you wouldn't tell anyone about what you saw.''

''My guess is that a lot of people saw it,'' he smiled gently, ''but I was coming here in the hopes we could discuss something. We might need your help.''

I motioned for him to sit down and I sat a chair at a generous distance from him, ''Who's 'we'?''

''S.H.I.E.L.D. The Avengers,'' he searched for my eyes, ''me.''

''I don't want to bring anyone in danger.''

''You won't. You actually would be saving people from danger.''

I nodded.

I would love to use my abilities for good, but it also endangered me. Maybe I could make a deal. ''Alright. But on one condition.''

Steve stared at me, ''What is it?''

''Teach me how to control it.''

It was quiet for a short time but he eventually spoke up again, ''We have a deal.''

I felt relief flooding my heart.

I spent years and years on the run, scared that I would slip up and signal them where I was right now. But now, I had a team to have my back, a team that could teach me how to be the best version of myself.

''You might want to pack some things. I don't think it's going to be safe for long.''

Standing up, I entered my room and made some smooth movements, all my furnite floating around and growing smaller and smaller, until my entire room was a miniature model of what it was.

I stuffed into my bag and grabbed some other stuff before heading to Steve.

He frowned at me, ''That's all?''

''You'd be surprised how much it actually is,'' I chuckled, ''sometimes my powers come in handy. Now, where are we headed? I need some calls to make beforehand.''

He agreed with it and together we walked downstairs to his car, and we made our way to what would be my new home.

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We managed to get to our location safely. I was surprised to see that it were the Avengers headquarters.

''I can't stay here.''

Steve frowned at me, turning the key in the ignition to turn the engine off, ''Why not?''

''If anyone- Hell, if HYDRA found out that I was staying here, you would have a freaking target on your back. I can't do that to you.''

''That's very considerate of you,'' Steve chuckled, ''but we already have a target on our back. Dozens, actually. So, whatever you decide, it won't bring us in any more danger than we usually are.''

I huffed, opening the door, ''You're just trying to make me feel better.''

''Is it working?''

I turned to him and couldn't help the smile on my face when I met his hopeful eyes. Side by side, we entered the headquarters and everyone was already gathered at the meeting room.

I couldn't believe I was in the same room as Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

I waved shyly as I felt all their eyes on me, ''Hi.''

''Oh, look, Captain America decided to grace us with his presence,'' Tony muttered out in annoyance, ''and who's that?''

''Uhm,'' I looked at Steve and he nodded, and I turned back to face them with a kind smile, ''I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you all.''

''Are you the one he's been telling us about?'' Natasha asked kindly.

I frowned.

I wasn't aware that Steve was talking about me.

A blush crept onto my cheeks and I played it off as if I didn't notice, ''What was he saying?''

''Just that he met a sweet girl in a café who turned out to be stronger than Iron Man.''

Tony stared her down, ''Hey! That's just rude.''

Natasha chuckled and walked up to me, wrapping an arm around me. ''I know we are just going to get along well. Here, let me guide you to your new room.''

I thanked her and walked off with her, turning back to glance once at Steve as he smiled at me.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Immediately your cheeks flushed as you heard Bucky and Sam chuckle from their seats at the kitchen table. Time with Steve was always like this. The two of you flirted and teased each other. You liked him immensely, and you hoped that he liked you too, that the flirting wasn't just teasing. Of course, though, the flirting was mainly Steve. You would try to make conversation, but the moment Steve started to flirt with you, you would get so shy around him.

Steve watched as you waved at him bashfully, skipping off to where Peter was calling for you. Bucky called Steve over to where he and Sam were sitting at the table, both wearing shit-eating grins. Steve sighed, sitting down in a seat and preparing himself for the oncoming lecture.

"Kitten?" Sam teased, "Really?"

"Oh, come on," Steve groaned, "It's just because of her mutation! She transforms into a cat!"

Sam rolled his eyes as Bucky laughed, "Don't you think it's dangerous, though? Getting involved with someone so young?"

Steve gave Sam an odd look, "I mean... I haven't thought about it that way. I've just told myself that I'm technically not older than 20 biologically."

"Sure, that's technically correct, punk. But... there's so much age difference between you and her," Buck sighed, looking at his beer, "Do you think it would work out? I mean... she's still in college."

"Hey, stop discouraging him so much," Sam fired at Bucky, "They're cute, and they would be good for one another, you know that. You're just jealous that he can find someone and you can't."

"Watch it," Bucky pouted, glaring at Sam, "I will beat you."

In another part of the compound, you sat in Tony's lab, listening to both Tony and Peter try to explain the physics assignment to you. You were beginning to understand it, but you still didn't fully grasp the concept. Who decided to make physics so hard anyways?

You were beyond relieved when you finally finished the assignment and were able to venture off with Peter. Steve, Bucky, and Sam had all left already, but you and Peter were more than happy to strike up a conversation with Vision and Wanda. You'd met Peter when you had transferred over to his school in the second grade, and ever since then, you'd been inseparable.

"So (y/n)," Wanda smiled, nudging your shoulder softly, "When are you going to tell Steve you're interested.

"What!?" You yelped, looking around quickly to make sure Steve wasn't there, "What? I have no clue what you're talking about! That's... ha.... what!?"

Immediately Peter, Wanda, and Vision all broke out into light laughter at your panic. Wanda smiled her warm, gentle smile, "Hun, it's okay, we all know. We all think you two would be really cute, actually."

With wide eyes, you directed your gaze to your best friend Peter, who sat beside you. Expecting some sort of back up you felt incredibly betrayed as he gave you your guilty smile.

"Sorry, (y/n/n), I agree with them," Peter shrugged with his words, causing you to gasp.

"He likes you back," Wanda spoke softly, trying to encourage you, "Nothing bad could come out of you telling him something he probably already knows."

Right as you went to respond, your phone rang, and you silently thanked your mother for choosing that exact moment to call you. As she told you she was waiting patiently outside your apartment, you decided that you would have to verbally thank her when you got back. You quickly thanked them all and rushed out of the compound, desperate to get away from everything they were trying to make you face.

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You hadn't been to the compound since your conversation with Wanda and Peter, which had been nearly two weeks ago. Your classes had ended up swamping you with work, but finally, you seemed to catch a break. Peter, though he'd seen you literally every single day since then, had invited you back to the compound. You couldn't lie and say you weren't excited because you were.

You missed listening to Steve and Tony bicker, as well as Bucky and Sam bicker. You missed smelling Wanda's cooking and listening to Clint and Nat's amazing battle stories. The compound was always so full of life that you missed it every time you left. Sure, you were technically an Avenger, but Tony knew you wanted to focus more on your studies.

As you and Peter stepped out of the elevator, the group's laughter filled your ears, and you couldn't help but smile at the sound. There was an unfamiliar laugh that you didn't recognize. However, you didn't think much of it as Peter and you entered the living room cheerfully.

"Hey, guys!" Peter piped up cheerfully.

Your gaze flicked around the room before landing on Sharon, who was sitting on Steve's lap. You froze immediately, your heart-stopping the moment the sight registered in your mind. Biting your lip, you forced yourself to look away as tears rose in your eyes. You'd been so prepared to tell Steve today, you'd spent the past two weeks psyching yourself up to tell him, and now... now he was with Sharon?

Sharon, of all people? What did she have that you didn't? You were just as smart, if not smarter. You were just as skilled in combat, and hell, you could turn into any breed of cat that you wanted. The last time you checked, Sharon couldn't do that. Your sadness quickly turned into jealously and anger as you repeatedly told yourself the reasons why you were better than Sharon.

Peter coaxed you down to a spot on the couch at the realization that your silence was slightly awkward. Nobody had spoken since you entered the room, and you hadn't moved from your spot. His heart ached for you, and part of him was upset with Tony for not telling him about Steve and Sharon.

The rest of the night was incredibly tense. While everyone else tried to continue the conversation, you sat there brooding. You watched Sharon fawn all over Steve, and even though you could register that he was fairly uncomfortable, you couldn't shake the anger off. Sharon... over you? Really?

Finally, when Sharon kissed Steve's jaw, you leaped up, tears in your eyes as you stormed out of the room. You rushed down the halls until you finally reached the room that was set up to be Peter's room for whenever he wanted to stay over. You flopped down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

Light footsteps echoed down the hallway, and if it wasn't for your enhanced hearing, you probably wouldn't have heard them. The door opened and closed slowly, and the mattress soon dipped beside you. Despite no words having been said, you knew it was Nat. She was the only person in the entire compound that could step and move that lightly beside you due to your feline mutation.

"None of us knew until they arrived," Her voice was soft as she spoke to you, "My bet is that Steve's trying to distract himself from you."

"Don't try to flatter me, Nat," You sniffled as you glared at the ceiling, "Why on earth would he 'distract' himself from me?"

Nat chuckled at your jealously as you huffed, "Because he's scared (y/n). Steve hasn't been with anyone in 80 years or so. You're young. He's literally 100. What isn't there for him to be scared?"

"Well, it's dumb," You grumbled, "I'm scared too, but you don't see me getting with a random guy."

"You're right. He executed it terribly."

"No kidding."

"Just.. tell him, kiddo. Worst that happens is he misses a chance with the best girl."

You leaned upon your elbows as you watched Nat get up and leave the room. You dropped back down with a sigh as your tears ceased. What were you supposed to do? Even if Steve was just doing this to distract himself from the fears that come with liking you, he hurt you. He hurt you deeply. You'd been flirting with each other for months, and suddenly he's with Sharon?

You groaned. This was all just too much for you. Being completely honest with yourself, part of you just wanted to go home, cuddle up in bed, and watch movies for the rest of the day. You sighed at the sound of the door opening and closing, not bothering you look up to see who it was, you simply pouted.

"I'm sorry."

You leaped up at the sound of Steve's voice. Forcing yourself to sit up straight, you gulped as you stared at the man in front of you. You quickly wiped your tears as you looked over Steve, trying to force yourself to stay angry at him, even though it was nearly impossible with his sad puppy look.

"I messed up," Steve said, "I... I like you, I like you a lot, kitten. And I was scared because I'm really old, like a hundred years old, old. And you're so young. I was just afraid.. that... you wouldn't want someone as old as me. So I tried to distract myself with Sharon over the past few days, but god, she's just not you, kitten."

Tears rose in your eyes once more as Steve came and sat beside you on the bed, "Nobody compares to you. Your gorgeous eyes and your enchanting smile. Your laugh makes my heart stop every single time. (Y/n), kitten, I messed up bad. But please forgive me," Steve reached forward and grabbed your hand, "I haven't done any of this relationship stuff for a while, but I want to restart with you. I want to learn how to do it all again with you."

A quiet sob fell from your lips as you nodded. Your mind was scrambling to find the right words as Steve smiled widely. Opening your mouth to try to speak, Steve immediately cut you off. He yanked you into his chest and engulfed you in his arms as another cry escaped. You wrapped your arms around him, holding onto him as if he was your entire life source. His head dipped to rest on top of yours as you cried into his chest.

"Thank you," Steve whispered.

"Stevie, I don't care if you think you're old," You couldn't help the giggle that fell from your lips as you pulled back to look up at him, "You're my old man."

Steve couldn't help but laugh along with you, watching as your face lit up with happiness. At that moment, Steve knew that nothing else mattered. Nobody's opinion mattered. If Steve got to be the one to make you glow with happiness like that, every single day, everything he'd ever been through would have been more than worth it. Smiling widely, he dipped his head down to rest his forehead against yours, watching your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes as they watched him.

"I read once that when cats bump heads, it means they're marking territory," Steve whispered, moving his head ever so slightly to bump your nose, "Claiming something is there's when they're comfortable," You smiled widely, as you gave a slight nod, "I adore you, (y/n)."

"I adore you more, Stevie," You allowed your eyes to drift from Steve and look around Peter's room, "But we should probably leave Peter's room."

Steve's hearty laugh filled the air upon your words, causing your heads to separate as he laughed. However, you stayed holding one another, relishing in the bliss that you'd spent so long denying yourselves of. At that moment, both of you knew that there was no place you would rather be than with one another.

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His brows furrowed at his girlfriend and his mind went blank, creating a blanket of silence. The only sounds heard were her small , quiet sniffles.

After a moment of wiping her tears away quickly, with her sleeves, she looked over to Bruce with a smile. “I think he’s ready to go.” Bruce gave her a thumbs up sign from his station, and she looked back at the man in front of her, who was still at a loss for words. “He’s got a dance to get to.”

And before Steve could respond, he felt himself being pushed onto the stage by Sam and Bucky, furthering his distance from (Y/N), who was making her way over to Bruce. 

“Alright Steve, make sure to put back the stones exactly where we found them.” Bruce instructed, while pushing some buttons on the control panel, that powered up the time travel machine. 

“How long will it take?” Sam asked.

“Well, for us it’ll be 3 seconds but for him, it’s however long he needs.”

Bucky walked quietly over to (Y/N), putting a comforting arm around her shoulder, while she remained in silent eye contact with Steve. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll see him soon.” he said, sharing a knowing look with her.

“I know. I just can’t imagine a world without Captain America…” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder. “…for three seconds.” she tried jokingly. But Bucky saw the heartbrokenness on her face.

Steve watched the two most important people in his life comforting each other, knowing what they were thinking. But before he could say anything to them, he was interrupted by Bruce.

“All right Cap. Ready in 3…2…1.” 

The stage lit up with a whir, and a second later, Steve disappeared. 

“And back in 3…2…1.” 

The silence ringing back confirmed to her the reality.

“Well, I should leave now. I’ve got a plane to catch.” (Y/N) hugged Bucky, as Sam and Bruce were panicking in the background. He looked down at her, her tears flowing freely now that Steve was gone.

“You don’t want to meet him?” Bucky asked, but he knew her answer.

“I don’t think I can handle seeing an old Captain America. At least, not right now.” she sniffled, her tears clouding her vision. “Just tell him, I’m off to live my best life and I’m not mad at him. That way, he won’t feel bad. You know how he is.” 

“But-“

“Please.”

Bucky sighed, seeing the emotional state his close friend was in. “All right. Go catch that plane and live your best life.” He said squeezing her hand softly, with a reassuring smile.

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(1 month later)

(Y/N) was pretty sure she was going crazy. Or at least, delusional. 

First, she thought she saw Steve, through the window of her plane, riding his motorcycle down the runway. That was a month ago. 

Once she landed in Paris, she proceeded to stay in her hotel room for a week, watching sad movies for an excuse to cry all day in her hotel bed. After she realized she needed to start living that best life she told Bucky about, she finally ventured outside to go sightseeing around the city. Everything had been normal again; no Steve sightings, up until the past week.

On Monday, while she was having brunch out on her balcony, she saw a very familiar looking man, who looked very lost. She continued to watch him, before he disappeared behind one of the nearby buildings. On Tuesday, she passed by a man conversing with the concierge about something, but seemed to be having trouble communicating. She was about to turn around and offer her help but someone from the staff had gotten there already to translate. And on Wednesday, she could have sworn she saw Steve in the crowd at the local farmer’s market. 

Which brought her to today, when she was positive she was going crazy. She was walking into the lobby of her hotel and was immediately enveloped in a scent that reminded her of Steve. But that wasn’t what made her consider her sanity. It was the sight of Steve Rogers standing in the middle of the lobby, looking right at her. 

Seeing him right in front of her, like she remembered him, made her sink down to the floor of the lobby, and start crying uncontrollably. 

“What is wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you, doll. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.” 

“Great, now it’s talking to me.” she said to herself.

But her heart stopped when she felt a pair of strong arms and the familiar scent encasing around her. 

“You’re not going crazy. I’m really here.” 

She looked up from her sleeve, wet from her tears, to see a smiling Steve.

“Are you really here?” 

She pinched herself twice, thinking she had to be dreaming. But after she realized she wasn’t hallucinating nor dreaming, her eyes went wide. She started peppering his face with small kisses, before berating him. 

“What are you doing here Steve? Your supposed to be old!”

“I always knew you had a thing for older men, since you were dating me. But even I’m not old enough for you?” He joked, laughing happily from the after effects of her multiple pecks on his face.

She slapped his chest, slightly frowning at the man. “You know what I’m talking about mister.” 

Steve’s large hands reached for her smaller ones, her face softening at their warmth. 

“You had a second chance Steve…You had a second chance with Peggy.”

Steve looked into her eyes lovingly, before staring down at their intertwined hands. 

“You’re right, I did get a second chance. I could have had another shot at a life with the woman I had been thinking of since getting out of the ice. But I realized that meant losing the one chance I had at a life with the woman, who helped me move on from Peggy.”

The two hadn’t realized they had attracted a crowd, who were very interested in what was happening between the two Avengers.

Steve continued. “I was truly happy for Peggy, knowing she met someone and had a good life with him. But I realized, I wouldn’t be happy knowing that someone else would spend a life with you, being the reason you laughed and smiled everyday.” He lightly kissed each of her hands. “I want to be that person.”

He leaned in, about to kiss her, when she slapped his chest again.

“Ow! What did I do this time?” 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, knowing her slap caused him no pain. “Why didn’t you come back right away then?” she asked, holding onto his hands tightly.

“Bruce said something about, wrong coordinates? It actually was set to 3 minutes after I left, instead of 3 seconds. He sends his apologies.” He responded with an apologetic smile.

“So you’re staying, then?” 

“Yeah, I finally got my girl.” He grinned, before finally leaning in to kiss her.

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(1 month ago, 3 minutes after Steve disappeared.)

With a small wave to Bruce and Sam, (Y/N) turned around and started walking towards her car, without a glance back. She had exchanged goodbyes with the rest of the team beforehand, and now there was no reason to stay anymore. As she started her engine, she failed to hear the whir sound of the time machine and the reappearance of a man.

Steve was enveloped in a hug by Bucky, who was surprised by his sudden appearance. 

“You actually came back. You didn’t stay.” Bucky said, before noticing his friend was looking around the forest clearing for someone. “She left.” he told his friend, a little panicked.

“What? Why? W-Where is she?”

“I don’t know. We both thought you would stay with Peggy once you left, and so she left after you didn’t come back.” 

“I-I...Did she mention where she was going to?”

“She just said she had a plane to catch. And to tell you that she’s off to live her best life and that she’s not mad.

Steve sighed, rubbing his face in his hands. “Of course. Because she willing to make others happy at the expense of her own happiness.”

“Sorry Steve, I must have mixed up the coordinates. I should have counted down from three minutes instead of three seconds.” Bruce piped up from the back. 

“Listen Buck, I need to go catch her before I really lose her this time.”

“Go get your girl, Rogers.” Bucky smiled encouragingly.

You'd overslept. Of course.

On possibly the most important day of your life you overslept. You had stayed up until 3am getting everything in order for your “big” day. You couldn’t believe your ears when Trisha-your boss- told you Larissa Levingston herself had requested you as her wedding planner, you nearly keeled over in shock. Rushing to make yourself presentable, you took a few moments to assess yourself in the mirror. You could go without washing your hair, but your bare face could definitely use some makeup. You took your time styling your hair, so it framed your face just right. Appearance was a big deal when it came to your job. You as a person, not just your “work”, sets a first impression. And this couple, especially Larissa Levingston, was used to extravagant things, she was a billionaire heiress after all.

Makeup? Check!

Hair? check!

Outfit… Still I’m progress.

You had narrowed it down to three outfits;

Stylish and chic power suit. A black fitted skirt with a ruffled blouse and heeled boots. Or, the fitted, deep maroon, knee-length dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, complimenting your voluptuous figure. You slipped into your favorite black blazer, one that never steered you wrong and you even considered it a tad lucky.

Glancing over the finished product, you hooded at yourself in the mirror, whispering to yourself, confidence is key. You are confident. You truly felt good about today, you were ready. And you looked good too. You were about to whoop add on possibly the biggest event of your life.

I’ve got this

You grabbed your keys from the dainty ceramic bowl your niece had made you, that sat near the edge of your breakfast bar, and headed out of your small loft, locking the door behind you. The air was frigid, the brisk breeze licking at your skin, as you stepped out into the New York winter that was in full swing. Checking the Apple Watch that adorned your wrist, you shifted into overdrive. The last thing you wanted was to be late on possibly the most important day of your life. After a short train ride, you arrived at the office, the 16th floor of a high rise located on w 38th st. The office took up a corner of the floor-sharing the floor with an insurance company and a law firm. You were greeted by Paula -who was your very attentive receptionist- as she handed over a handful of mail and notes. “Thank you Paula.” “Just a reminder, Chaz is out sick with strep, so if you need any assistance, give me a ring.” Of course, Chaz, would be sick on thee most crucial day of your career. But you could do this with

out an assistant. You were Y/N,L/N. You had worked your ass off to get this far. Poured your blood, sweat and tears into this. You could do this. No, you were going to do this! You tossed your mail and shoulder bag onto your desk before sinking into your padded swivel chair. You quickly put yourself to work, perusing your email, sorting into folders based on importance and time sensitivity. You were so engrossed in your work, you were startled as your Apple Watch chimed loudly from your wrist. 15 minutes until appointment.

You silenced the reminder, taking a few moments to tidy around your office, fluffing the pillows that rested in each corner of the love seat, that claimed the south side of the office. As a finally touch, you adjusted the newest issues of bridal magazines neatly dispersed across the rose gold coffee table. There was a soft knock at the door, Paula’s head popping through the slight open door.

“Ms.Levingston and Mr. Rogers are here. Should I send them in?” Smoothing out your dress, as you regained your posture from the hunched over position, you took in a deep breath before flashing a light smile in her direction. “Absolutely. Send them right in.” You leaned against the desk, hands folded together on your lap as Paula left the room. Seconds later, Paula was holding open the door as two unbelievably gorgeous humans walked in.

Larissa was a thin and lengthy woman. Her perfectly tanned skinned was accented by her long, thick strawberry blonde locks that were styled in a curly half updo. Her smile was bright and infectious, spreading to her warm honey brown eyes. Her arm was entangled in Steve’s, her hand resting on his toned forearm. You’d heard about Steve Rogers, butthe again… who hadn’t? He had a reputation that exceeded so many- but you’d never realized how breathtakingly handsome he was. His defined jaw was covered with a light scruff. His dreamy blue eyes met yours, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes quickly fell to the floor. You could still feel his gaze on you, making you feel more on edge then you already were. Clearing your throat, you pushed yourself from your desk to greet the -seemingly flawless-couple. “Hi, my name is y/n, I am so thrilled to be working with the two of you to make your wedding dreams come true. Please take a seat.” You directed the couple to plush love seat, grabbing the iPad from your desk. “Can I get you two anything? Water, coffee, tea?” “I’ll have tea if you don’t mind. Iced sweet tea with some lemon, if you have it. Anything for you baby?” Larissa’s southern drawl dripped off her tongue like warm molasses. Steve shook his head no, a faint but kind smile gracing his lips, as his gaze caught yours for a split second, causing your heart race to increase. Shifting in your seat, your body grew warm as you fidgeted with your jacket. “I can definitely make that happen.” You used this as an opportunity to regain your composure, sending out a text to Paula, before sitting down across from the couple, one leg tucked behind the other. You spent the next hour going over their vision for the wedding. Color schemes, theme, flowers, venue. Your mind was blossoming with ideas, you felt flutters of excitement and anticipation consuming you. “So, do you have a set budget you’re looking to stay in?” “Daddy said, money is of no issue. Whatever it takes.” Steve’s eyes widened as his jaw went rigged. He looked slightly terrified, as if he had no idea what he had gotten himself into. What may have been a nightmare for him, was a dream for you. Not having a set budget was what planners dreamed of. The detail you could obtain was nearly unimaginable. It felt as though the world was playing at your fingertips. “I’ll get started on the first steps right away. I’ll be emailing you often, as the work progresses.  I’d like to meet with you both sometime next week, to your venues. When would you be available?” “Oh dear. I’m leaving for Ukraine on Thursday. I have some mission work over there, so my sweet sweet Steve will be handling all of that-“ She wrapped her arms around Steve, giving him a squeeze and a quick peck on the cheek. “He will be my eyes, he knows what I like. And you can always email me for input of course.” “Oh. Okay. Well I will keep you updated via email then. So when you are available Steve? I’m sure your schedule is rather. . . Hectic.” “I’ll have to get back to you on that one. I can shoot you a text? We can text you right?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his innocence. “Absolutely. You both have my number. Feel free to text or call me whenever, day or night. For the next 7 months, I’m at your disposal.” “Perfect. I’ll text you when I know. “ You showed them to the door, closing it softly behind them. Sliding into your desk chair, you let out a deep sigh, exhilaration hitting you like a swift kick to the gut. No y/n. Absolutely not. Get yourself together. You are a professional. You’re career is your life. You can’t become lose your professional for some dreamy blue eyed man. A soon to be married blue eyed man. Get your shit together woman. You did what you knew best, throwing yourself into your work. Within five hours, you had put together 9 color schemes, selected 14 floral arrangements for each of the venues they had picked out. You mocked up a layout for the wedding website. After thorough research, you found a few caterers and photographers that fit Larissa’s-rather extravagant- criteria. The screen of your watch lit up with a notification as it buzzed against the home of your wrist. A text from Steve Rogers. Steve: I am free all of next week after 8am. Given nothing comes up. Let me know the plan. Steve. Picking up your phone from its place on your glass desk, you sent Steve a quick text back. Y/N: Great, I’m going to make a few calls, and I will get back to you. Steve: cool. Thanks. After a few calls and emails sent as urgent, you had set up 4 venue tours. Not a shabby start for one day of work. Y/N: Wednesday. If you could meet here at 10am, we will have a car to drive us to the venues, unless you prefer to drive separate, I can send you the details. Steve: I’ll be there at 10. Please don’t torture me... too much. You burst out in a spit of laughter, as you read his text. Clearly this wasn’t Steve’s idea of a fun time, you were fairly certain that most grooms weren’t thrilled with the whole wedding planning process, especially when they see firsthand how much it costs. You put yourself to work for a few more hours, trying to push thoughts of Steve from your mind. This was going to be a tough 7 months. The sun was set when you left the office, the air even colder than when you had arrived. You snuggled your jacket tight against you as you made your way for the train, ready to succumb to the sleep you so desperately needed. Chaz sat a large cup of coffee on the desk in front of you, the rich scent billowing in clouds of steam from the lid. Cupping your hands around the paper Starbucks cup, you let the warmth seep into your hands, as goosebumps rippled over your body.One of the best feelings on the world.

“Thank you Chaz. God I really need this today.” “I thought you loved touring venues?” “I do! It’s one of my favorite parts of the job, but with eager brides, not reluctant grooms.” You took a sip of the hot coffee, savoring the taste as it drizzled down your throat. “Well, at least he’s massive eye candy. Meow.” You rolled your eyes at Chaz, as she winked, her callous laughter trailing behind her as she left the room. Shaking your head, you collected the essential paperwork, stuffing it into your folder before placing it into your oversized bag. Planer, check. Keys, check. Wallet, check. Phone, check. You ran through your mental checklist once more, before settling that you indeed had everything. As you turned from facing your desk, you fell back against it, your heart skipping in your chest. A surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins, your hand resting over your chest as you keeled over trying to catch your breath. Steve Rogers stood in the doorway, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. His laughter was the sweetest thing you had ever heard. It sent a warm flush rushing through your body as bubbles popped in your belly. “For someone so fierce looking you sure do scare easily.” Steve pushed himself from the wall, closing in on the space between you. “I’ll have to remember that. I apologize, I didn’t mean to frighten you. Your assistant said I could come in.” “No, no it’s fine. It’s probably my biggest character flaw, startling easily. You’re lucky I didn’t scream.” Your laugh was awkward but not forced, as you hesitantly met his eyes. The  flutters returned, sending blood rushing to your cheeks. You broke the eye contact, trying to collect your thoughts, before speaking. “Uh, the car is waiting if you’re ready.” Steve nodded, extending his arm out for you to lead the way. Grabbing your jacket from the coat rack you made your way to the elevator, suddenly dreading this day more than before. Steve didn’t let his disinterest disrupt the tours. He acted as though he truly wanted to be there, although, his eyes told a different story. He was kind and attentive, as you went into detail about your vision for the venues. The Edison ballroom was beyond lavish. The large room was empty, the chandelier sparkling off of the glossy floor. You watched as Steve took in the view, his eyes lighting up. “This would be the dance floor here. And we’d be doing round tables with a rectangle table for the wedding party, obviously, which would be located here.” You held out your your iPad -that had your vision sketched out as you- as you pointed around the room. “Larissa would love this. Amazing. You are truly, very talented. I see why Larissa wanted you.” You felt the heat rising in your cheeks as the blood rushes hot. You quickly turned away from Steve, distancing yourself from him with a stretch of your legs. You were frantic, and you didn’t know why. You couldn’t understand your irrational behavior. What the hell was your problem? Steve took a step in your direction, his stride smooth and eloquent, his hand light as a feather as it tapped your shoulder. “Are you alright?” You had to think quick on your feet, luckily for you, it was one of your best talents. “Something got into my eye, it startled me. We’re good now.” You put on your most believable fake smile, as you turned the attention away from your embarrassing outburst. “So, where were we? Oh yes, tables. Over there I was thinking the cake display would be perfect. A little-“ “Speaking of cake, I could really go for some food right now. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” You glanced down at your watch, the time reading 12:36. You hadn’t really thought about lunch, but who were you kidding? Food sounded amazing right about now. What you wouldn’t do for some French fries. “I, didn’t really plan for lunch, but if you think you’ve seen enough here, I suppose I could cut you loose a bit early, look over the specks and placement a little more, maybe finish up my rough sketches and we can meet back here in an hour?” “You don’t ever stop, do you?” Your eyes grew wide as your brow furrowed in confusion. What was he talking about? “Wha- what do you mean?” “You’re a busy bee. All you do is work. Don’t you ever just take a moment to breathe?” All you could do was blink at him. No. You didn’t have time to stop and smell the roses. You were building a reputation here. And you don’t build the best rep on the east coast, by stopping to... breathe. “My job is my life. I would think that you of all people would understand. You know, being a hero and all.” Steve shrugged nonchalantly, his demeanor calm, cool and collected. And not to mention sexy. “If I let my entire life circle only around being Captain America, I wouldn’t have a life worth living. Sometimes you just have to take a step back to really appreciate what you have. That being said, I’m taking you out to lunch. My treat.” You were flabbergasted, as you stumbled over your own words, barely able to get out a comprehensive sentence. “I- Uh- But my work.” “Nope. It’s happening. Come along.” Steve grabbed your wrist, where you expected his grip to be overly strong and painful, it was light, almost as if he was caressing you. It sent shockwaves coursing through veins, as warmth radiated through you. You wanted to pull away, but a part of you was thrilled by the feeling of his embrace. Against your better judgement, you let him drag you along... The tiny cafe was hidden away in the back of a bakery. The aroma of decadent goodies made your tummy rumble. As you took your seat across from Steve at the petit circular table, you could feel your heart pounding in your throat. You suddenly felt uneasy, the urge to get up and bolt and never look back.

You gripped the menu too tight in your hands, trying to control the nervous shakes that travels through you.

This is just a meal with a client. Chill the heck out!

“Benny, two Cubans please.” Steve shouted across the small area. “Best Cuban sandwich you’ll ever have. I guarantee!”

Shyly, you glanced up from your menu. A crooked grin graced Steve’s handsome face, you thought your heart might melt.

Oh come on. . . For fucks sake!

As you contemplate running away again, a small and stout man rounded the corner, carrying two large plates that smell like heaven.

You said nothing, as you stared at the plate in front of you in awe. The sandwich was huge! It looked and smelled absolutely delicious, you could feel the excess saliva collection in your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked before I ordered. I just got excited. I’ll get Benny back-“

“No. It’s alright. This actually looks amazing! Thank you.”

You flashed Steve your award winning smile, and it was genuine. If he hadn’t ordered for you, you would have been sitting there for ages trying to decide.

Steve smiled back, a grin that spread to his eyes, forming wrinkles in the corner of his eyes.

“Larissa would kill me if she knew I was eating this, so let’s keep this between us.”  He laughed before diving into his sandwich. You chuckled softly to yourself, before taking a bite yourself.

Steve’s eyes lit up, as he set his sandwich down, his gaze focused on you.

“Did I just hear a laugh? Did you just laugh?”

“Umm…” The blood rushed to your face, your sandwich falling onto the plate with a thud.

“That was a adorable. I didn’t think someone so serious actually laughed.”

Steve returned to his sandwich as if what he said would have no effect on you. Boy was her wrong. You were swooning. Over a client! And engaged client!

Thankfully, there was food in front of you, to help distract you…

After devouring the majority of your sandwich, you were craving a long nap snuggled up in your comfy bed with your favorite fuzzy blanket, and to forget about Steve Rogers for a moment, but that wasn’t going to happen, at least, not anytime soon. . . 

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