Lifeline | Steve Rogers

Chapter 3

After much convincing from Carol and Nat the other day, you decided to go to the firehouse to meet this Steve face to face. It wasn't unusual for you to stop by the firehouse, but you thought making a batch of your mom's to die for chocolate chip cookies would give you more of a motive. You didn't want to go, but it would shut Nat and Carol up for a while.

Walking into Station 107 Fire and Rescue's garage, your eyes traveled to the second story loft overlooking the ambulance and the trucks. It was a cozy, warm space that had all the amenities of home. On one side of the loft was the kitchen with barn red walls, modern cabinets, and a huge fridge. On the other side was a living room filled with oversized couches, a flatscreen connected to a gaming system, and a pool table. A dining table sat in the middle separating both spaces in the large open area while exposed wooden beams hung from the ceiling. There was a hallway that led to the two dormitories towards the back of the compound. And below the loft were their lockers, gear storage, showers, and a small gym.

A guy jumping out of one of the trucks makes you stop in place. He had broad, muscular shoulders and a small waist any girl would want to wrap their arms around. You knew everyone at this firehouse, so you could only suspect this man to be Steve. He shot you a quick glance your way, noticing the ever-growing stubble on his face, before closing the truck door and coming over to you. Nat and Carol were right; he was a good looking fella. He was someone you could've easily fallen for, but you didn't think like that anymore. Hell, back then, you would've already had your kid's names picked out without even saying two words to him.

"Hi ma'am, can I help you?" He raised an eyebrow, wiping his hands on a rag.

"Is Thor around?"

"Oh, ah, you didn't hear," he said, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this--" he ran his hand through his hair, looking everywhere but at you "--but he passed away last week on a call saving a kid."

"Oh, no. No, no, no," you gasped, shaking your head. You covered your hand over your mouth to hide the smile appearing on your face. Steve had no idea who you were, so might as well play a little game.

"I'm sorry. Afraid not, ma'am," he sighed. "It was a shock to us all."

"Then, what about the baby?" You placed your hand on your stomach. "Am I going to have to do this on my own?" You glanced back up at him, and his eyes went wide, not sure how to answer this.

"A baby?" You covered your hands over your face and let out a fake sob. "I'm sorry, ma'am. He...um...he didn't die. It's a thing he wants all of us to say to the girls who come looking for him."

You uncover your eyes, staring at him for a brief moment until you shake your head at your brother's orders. "He told you to tell them this? That he died?"

"Yes?" he said, coming out more like a question than a statement.

"Poor girls, well not all poor because they should've known better," you sighed, letting out an annoyed breath. "I'm going to have to talk to my asshole brother for this."

"Wait...uh...are you YN?"

"Yes. Do I know you?" You narrowed your eyes at him, eyeing him over.

"Yeah...I mean no...at least not officially, but you helped me like a week or so ago on a call."

"Sorry, I take like two hundred calls a shift sometimes. It's hard to remember which one is which sometimes." You shrugged, trying to not make it come off too obvious that you knew the one he was referring to.

"Right, sorry. It was the call with the electric pool. You told me to use..."

"..the hose and pulled her across," you finished. "Oh right, right. That must make you Fireman Rogers, then." You held out your hand, and he shook it with his cleaner hand.