Pairing : Steve Rogers x reader

Steve was walking in the streets if Brooklyn when he first saw you. His eyes were drawn to you all of a sudden, as you played your guitar and sang beautiful words. He had never heard that song before bu he made it his next mission to ask Sam what it was. Steve Rogers had always been a shy person and the first time he saw you, he couldn't find the courage to approach you. The next day, however, he got a little bit closer to you and the people who were listening to your music. Each day, you had a new song at the ready, some of which he could almost recognize. It is only on the third day that you noticed him. As a street artist, you were lucky enough to meet all kinds of people, all of them came from different countries, none of them were the same age and everyone looked so different but united in the moment. You loved that. Steve, however, stood out of the crowd. He was like a lighthouse in a dark ocean. When you finished your last song of the day, he sneaked five dollars in your guitar case.

'Thank you!' you said.

'Your music...it's beautiful.'

'Well, thank you, sir.'

'May I ask your name?'

His cheeks turned a light shade of pink and his eyes were looking everywhere but never directly at you. He looked nervous and you found that incredibly cute. 

'My name is y/n. Nice to meet you, Captain Rogers.' you said with a grin as you packed your money and put your instrument back in its case. 

The look on his face was epic.

'You...you know me?'

'Doesn't everyone?' you joked. 'Plus, I gotta say...that baseball cap isn't the best way to hide from your fans.'

Steve chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

'Do you...do you have any plans?'

'No, I don't, actually. Do you want to, maybe...grab some coffee?'

'Yeah, I'd love to.'

He seemed relieved that you asked him that and he followed you to a small coffee shop.

'What is this place?' he asked as you entered a room filled with its lot of different people.

'That's where I sing every Saturday night.' you explained. 'It has such a better vibe than some Starbucks or...whatever.'

'Yes, I see that.

You both sat at the corner table and the bartender took your order without even acknowledging the presence of the famous Captain America. Steve was surprised at how the people acted around here. Everyone was either laughing or talking. nobody sat alone in a corner.

'This place is amazing.'

'I know, right?'

And, just like that, neither of you knew that your first date had just begun. 

A few weeks later, you and Steve were hanging out at his place. He had invited you over for dinner and he had even cooked you something. He'd made delicious lasagne's. 

'I remember you said this was your favourite meal.' he said as he gave you your plate. 'I hope it's good because I really tried to follow Sam's recipe.'

'Sam gave it to you?'

'Yeah, he has a whole book of those. I have no idea where it comes from.'

You both laughed at the idea of Sam Wilson cooking anything for anyone : you had never seen that happening. The dinner passed and you soon found yourselves sitting on the couch, close to each other but not close enough for your bodies to be touching. Actually, Steve had been acting 'old school' with you those past few weeks. He had taken you to the cinema and to a dance before even thinking of inviting you over. This was the first time you saw his apartment. You were watching this new TV-show about a misunderstood genius who solved crimes with his doctor best friend. It was subjugating and you were really into it. You were so absorbed by the television that you almost jumped when Steve laid his arm on your shoulder. You felt a million bugs in your stomach and allowed yourself to rest your head on his shoulder. It felt good. More than that : it felt right. You stayed there for the rest of the episode and when you sat up, it was time for you to go home.

'It's...it's already dark outside. Want me to take you home?'

'Sure.'

You only lived a few blocks away from Steve's flat and you saw there the perfect opportunity to spend more time with him. As you walked by his side, you considered your relationship. What was going on, exactly? The more time you spent together, the more you liked him and the way you had felt earlier was confirming that. You were starting to think that he didn't like you but then he had done that, so... You didn't know what to think anymore. Even though you radiated self-confidence, you had a slight propensity for overthinking. When you got to the beginning of your street, Steve got closer to you and grabbed your hand. You couldn't help but smile as you both walked to your house in peaceful silence. You liked the fact that, with Steve, you didn't need to use words to express what you were feeling. He was the kind of person who respected your need for silence. Once in front of your front door, you struggled to get your keys out of your purse. You finally opened the door and hesitated for a short moment.

'Wanna come in?'

Steve smiled then nodded. He followed you inside and started analyzing every detail of your home. How your favourite jacket was hanging in the hallway, how you left your running shoes next to your door, how the walls were painted... Everything here was another side of your personality and Steve was amazed at how well you had organized the small space you were given. The house was smile but it seemed bigger on the inside. You opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. You gave Steve his glass and hit it lightly with yours.

'Cheers!'

You took a sip of your drink and sat on the counter, as you always did when you were alone or when you were talking to people who were taller than you.

'I don't usually...let people in here.' you confessed with a shy smile.

'It's an honour to be here then?'

You chuckled at his response and shook your head a little.

'Steve...'

'What?'

'I really enjoyed myself tonight.'

'So did I.'

'I would like to do that again sometime.' you told him. 'I mean...if you want to. Not that we have to, you know, it's just...I had fun.'

'You know you're cute when you're nervous?'

'I'm not nervous.' you retorted, blushing at the compliment. 

'I think you are and that's totally fine.' he said as he got closer to you. 'I am too, actually.'

He took your glass out of your hand and left it on the counter, next to his. Slowly, he pulled a string of your hair out of your face. He laid his hand on your cheek and a chill ran down your spine as he gently rubbed it with his thumb.

'There's something I want to do but I need your approval.'

'What is it?'

You already knew the answer, of course, but a part of you (the hopelessly romantic one) wanted to hear him say it. When he finally spoke, his words came in a low whisper.

'I want to kiss you, can I?'

Instead of giving him an answer, you brushed your lips against his and pulled him closer to you. He quickly lost his old good manners as he gave you the most passionate kiss of your life. Still sitting in your kitchen counter, you wrapped your legs around his waist and let your hands wander on his back as you could feel his fingers in your neck and in your hair. When you pulled away, you were both out of breath and smiling like teenagers. 

'That was...'

'Amazing.' he finished. 'Absolutely amazing.'

'I was gonna say 'not so bad' but...yeah, I guess it was.' you joked. 

He laughed right away. It was a 'jerking his head back and tapping his hand on his stomach' kind of laugh, the kind of laugh you loved hearing. You couldn't help but laugh with him before speaking again. 

'I'm kidding. I loved it.'

'I know you did.'

'Don't be so confident, Rogers.' you retorted. 'I've been your girlfriend for five minutes and here you are bragging about...'

You realized what you said and you covered your moth by reflex. You couldn't have that talk right now, could you? You had literally just kissed. Maybe he didn't want to be your boyfriend. What if you had ruined what had only just begun?

'Yeah, well, I can brag about having the most amazing girlfriend ever.' he said, bringing a huge smile on your face and putting an end to the flow of your stressful thoughts.

You emptied your glasses of wine before going to bed. He stayed with you all night and after quite a long session of kissing, you both fell asleep, hugging each other. One thing was for sure : with you, Steve Rogers was no longer a man out of his time.