You run around the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool. The headphones in your ears blare "Eye of the Tiger". Your eyes are on the ground. Had you been looking up, you might not have run into Steve Rogers.

You both fell into the grass. Your headphones came out, still blaring.

"I'm so sorry," you say exasperated.

"No, no. It's fine. I shouldn't have stopped in the middle of the track." He answered, propping himself up on his elbows, "You okay, Miss...?"

"Oh, it's (y/n), and you are?"

"My name's Steve Rogers."

"I've heard that name before," you pondered it a moment before it clicked, "Oh! You're Captain America, aren't you? I knew you looked familiar."

"You got me," he said sitting up fully.

"That must be an interesting job," you muse.

"You know, most people freak out when they find out who I am. So thanks for not, you know, freaking out," he let out a chuckle.

"Anytime, Cap." You giggle, "Well, since I ran into you, how about we talk insurance policies over lunch"

"Alright. I'll take you up on that offer," he said as he got up. He offered you his hand and you accepted.

-

It's been three years, and you and Steve have had a wonderful relationship. You can't help but think of your first meeting as you look into his eyes and say;

"I Do"