More Than A Hero

Glad I Forgot My Notes (Steve X Female)

Character: Steve  Rogers                                                                                                                                                    Notes: He never got the serum, the Avengers never existed/happened. It's just a peaceful world. This takes place in modern day.                                                                                             Trope: College AU

You looked at the welcome paper in your dorm and growled. Welcome to *insert college* where we pride ourselves in giving our students the chance to be the best version of themselves they can be! You have been selected for our new co-ed dorms! Thank you for your participation!

"I didn't sign up for shit!" you snarled, not hearing the person walk in. "I guess I'll just leave if I'm not wanted then," a joking voice said awkwardly. You spun around, still glaring, but it faded when you saw the person. It was a short blonde boy with the most beautiful blue eyes you'd ever seen. He was the skinniest and most adorable person you'd ever seen, too. 

(fun fact: small Steve is the only character I'd be able to kiss without being picked up! sorry.)

"Sorry! I forgot I left the door open!" You said quickly, your cheeks heating up in shame. "It's fine. I guess you're my dorm mate then?" He set a box on his bed as you nodded. "Yep. Oh, I'm Y/N. Y/N L/N, nice to meet you." The boy (No way he's 18. This kid is tiny flashed through your mind.) held out a hand, which you shook. "I'm Steve Rogers." 

6 months later

You ran a hand through your hair, silently panicking. There was a big test the next day and all your notes were missing, but you couldn't email the professor because he never replied. "Steve, when are you gonna stop picking fights with people bigger than you?" You hear. Steve walked in sporting a bruised eye, his best friend right behind him. "Hey, Y/N," his friend greeted. "Hey Ja- Bucky. Sorry. What'd Stevie Wonder do this time?"

"Got in the middle of a couple guys harassin' a gal." Steve sat on his bed, crossing his arms. His nose was bleeding, too. "Well, at least it was that and not a knife fight," you replied, then snapped your binder shut. Bucky jumped when you threw it at a wall with a loud bang! "You okay?" He asked. "Yeah. Fine and dandy. Why don't you go to your dorm, I'll fix Steve." 

"Alright. Good luck. Bye guys." You both waved goodbye, then you opened the small freezer you had next to your bed, pulling out a bag of ice. "Tilt your head back before you ruin those pants. I'm planning on nabbing them for when I go get drunk tomorrow night," you said as you walked to him. Steve smiled, doing as you said. "Why you getting drunk?" 

You wrapped the ice in a small towel and gently pressed them to his face, mumbling a sorry when he winced. "Hold this for a second. Sorry, I know it hurts, but it'll help." Your roommate put his hand over yours, then let you pull your hand back. (It works for keeping things from moving when you switch hands. Trust me, I have experience. AKA 12 days straight of bloody noses and 14+ years of taking care of them) You walked to your desk and grabbed some tissues. When you got back to him, he handed you the ice and you handed him the tissues. 

"Y/N? Why do you want to get drunk?" Steve asked again. Tears of anger burned in your eyes. "I have an exam tomorrow, and all my notes are gone," you responded, sitting next to him sideways with one foot off the bed. You softly held the ice to his eye again and he held the tissues on his nose. "What class? Maybe I can help?"