brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

thirteen.

steve rogers
chapter thirteen
mar. 9, 2013

the clock inside the gym reads 8:50. it's strange to me since the time feels later. i grab my water bottle and my sweatshirt from the ground. as i look at the three punching bags on the ground behind me and say a mental apology for breaking them.

i put my sweatshirt on and my back pocket begins to buzz. i pull out the smartphone and see the screen reads, anastasia.

maybe she'll start going back to adaline with bucky around.

i answer and walk out of the gym and into the parking garage.

"hey, ana," i smile, earning a small laugh from her.

"hey, cap," her voice was sweet and cheery.

i'm walking towards my bike as she continues.

"look, i was thinking-"

"oh, no, that's not good," i cut her off to make a joke.

"ha, funny," she remarks sarcastically,"anyway, steve, today is mine n buck's day and i know we can't get him released, not for another few months but we could call in a few favors and see if we could watch movies with bucky, y'know old school style."

i smiled at the idea and at the nervousness in her voice.

"that," i took a deep breath as i got on my motorcycle,"that sounds like an amazing idea."

"yay! okay, uhm, pick me up at one or two, okay?"

"okay, love, i'll see you then."

"bye, steve, love you."

she hung up and left me in a little bit of shock.

'love you'?

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i stand in front of anastasia's apartment, flowers in my hand and a gift bag in the other. I knock on the door twice before i hear something shatter.

"crap, uh, i'll be right with you!" there's rustling and then a loud thud.

i knock once more, a little alarmed at what's happening.

"hey, you all good?" i call out, hoping for her to answer.

"uhm, you know what just come in. serena, unlock the door!"

the door unlocks and i push the door and see anastasia moving furniture.

she's in jeans and a white tank.

that's a new look for her.

"hey, could you help?" she looks over at me and her hair is falling out of her ponytail.

i close the door behind me and set the flowers and gift bag on her island. i rush over to help her move a coffee table.

"ana, why aren't you wearing shoes?!" i look back up at her and see her bare feet not even centimeters away from what used to be vase now in the several shards.

she looks up with a guilty smile, and gives me a wry laugh.

"it's not like I could bleed," she jokes, i roll my eyes and pull the coffee table closer to the kitchen island.

she thanks me and pulls out a broom and a dustpan to sweep up the broken pottery. she returns the broom and dustpan in the closet.

"okay, so i'm going to get some shoes and then i'll grab a coat and we can be on our way," she runs into the hallway towards her bedroom and disappears.