⭐ COMPLETE ⭐
❤️Steve Rogers❤️
They both know the truth.
But they love each other too much to accept reality...
What would happen if two people from two different reality fell in love?
Would their love be enough?
What if they are from the same world...
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"Hi, I'm Steve" God, can four simple words completely upset a person? Can a voice be so sweet to the human ear? It is as if the sound of the waves crashing on the shoreline and the sound of the grass blowing in the wind have merged to give life to this angelic voice. I notice the seconds spent in absolute silence, as if we were in the middle of nowhere. As if we weren't surrounded by thousands of people who, unaware, whiz past us without noticing the state of pure grace that I am experiencing. He continues to smile at me, he seems almost amused by my disorientation, and patiently awaits my first move. I can't help but stare at him like a moron. How can my subconscious give life to such a wonderful man...I read that every face you dream belongs to someone that we know or even just someone who has crossed our life for a few seconds. That I have already seen him elsewhere? Maybe a magazine, a film or a painting... He is so beautiful to take my breath away and I am sure that if I had already caught his eye, even if only for a few seconds, I would never have been able to forget him. After a few more moments where we both don't know what to do, he is the one to speak first. He watches me from above, his size is frightening and he is so tall that I have to tilt my head back to be able to look him in the eye. "You know...a little further on there is a really nice and quiet bar.Would you like to keep me company for a drink?" he sais. At that invitation my jaw almost touches the ground, surprised that such a handsome man wants my company, only to then remind me that this is my dream and it is more than obvious that he really wants me. So recovering a minimum of dignity I come out with a miserable "Sure, I'd really like it!" We walk for a few minutes, in silence. When we turned the corner I decided to talk but I see that he stops and opens a double glasses door, behind which a wonderful bar is hidden. Steve holds the door open for me and with a sweet smile invites me to come in. So I thank him with la nod of my head and I timidly set foot inside the bar. The first thing I notice are the colors, black and gold is the masters. The counter is in black ebony, along its entire perimeter is adorned with small neon lights. The top is black and shiny enriched by a thousand golden veins. We sit on the stools positioned right in front of them. They are made of metal, black too. They are comfortable and soft. For a moment I let my gaze wander. The place is really calm. Customers are not many, thanks to the fact that it is a normal Tuesday night, and the environment is calm and relaxing. A sweet melody fills the air and I realize that in a corner there is an old gramophone from which a relaxing and melancholy sound comes out, it looks like a melody from the 40s. I am distracted from my thoughts by a movement to my right. Steve is taking off his leather jacket and at that moment I wonder how I have not dwelled on his physique in the slightest. If his face is the apotheosis of perfection, baby blue eyes and blond hair like honey, I believe that to describe his body there are no suitable words. He wears a white t-shirt, the text stretched to the maximum due to his wonderful muscles. The pectorals pressing against the thin fabric as he raises and flexes his arms to take off the jacket. The movement causes the shirt to lift slightly, leaving a clear view of his lower abs, where that wonderful V is formed and it dives into his pants. He wears simple black trousers that rest in an almost scandalous way on his hips. My gaze falls on his thighs, wrapped to perfection by the black fabric that seems to tend to the limit with every movement. I immediately return to his eyes and he is there staring at me. Did he realize I was staring at him? Staring... I was more undressing him with my eyes but I try not to show it. Although I'm sure my dilated pupils and my burning cheeks betray me enough. Damn! He smiles at me and turns to the bartender to try to get his attention. I'm sure he did it on purpose, to give me time to recover and to give me the time to recompose myself. We both order a beer. We have a few sips and he's the first to speak again. He turns completely in my direction, leaning his left elbow on the counter and with the opposite hand he brings a handful of peanuts to his mouth. Perfect red lips part and his pink tongue flickers out to lick his fingertips. My mind disconnects, all I can think right now is his mouth and his tongue. His mouth and his tongue on my body. His hands on my body. For god sake this is my dream! I should get up and invite this beefcake into the bathroom and then ask him to fuck the shit out of me...even though I get the impression he wouldn't. Not on the first date at least. He seems to be a good guy, an old school man. Jesus even my subconscious is sad, boring and pathetic! I realize to late that Steve is talking, so I try to dig into my brain to try to understand what he is asking me but I fail miserably. Therefore with a pathetic tone of apology I say "Excuse me, you said?I got distracted for a moment" "It's ok, don't worry.I was just wondering where you were from.I don't think I've ever seen you around here.I think I would remember such a beautiful face" he sais with a disarming simplicity. I can't help but blush again like a stupid fifteen-year-old but I try to give myself an attitude and I try to respond with a minimum of confidence. "No, I don't live here" I tell him "I live in Brookville, Indiana and I'm in New York because I've always wanted to visit it.It's a magical place". "Tell me something about yourself. What do you do in life?" Steve asks me with real interest, his eyes fixed on mine as if by doing so he can absorb every single nuance of my words. "I currently work in a bar" He smiles. "But I want to act.It's been my dream since childhood.I graduated from the Bachelor of Fine Art in Theater Arts in Brookville.I tried to do some audition but there aren't many opportunities where I live.I know it sounds stupid but..." "A dream is never stupid!" Steve interrupts me. I smile politely. "The solution would be to move to some big city" I smile again and continue. "But I...I can't..." and my smile fade. "You can't?Is there someone at home that you can't leave?" Steve asks and and I could swear I saw him blush. I smile slyly. "Would that be a nice way to ask me if I have a boyfriend?" God have mercy on me if I didn't just notice his cheeks taking on a deeper shade of pink again. He's adorable. "Maybe?" We look into each other's eyes, black and blue merging, and we burst out laughing at the same time - a genuine laugh - one that warms your heart and that I haven't felt in a long time. Watching him laugh is a balm for the soul. When the last echo of our laughter fades into the air we both turn to our beers. With my fingers I collect the drops of condensation that have formed on the glass while Steve takes a generous sip of his beer. "I have no one waiting for me, no one" Out of the corner of my eye I see Steve turn around suddenly and I realize that I have given voice to my thoughts without realizing it. I close my eyes,basically it's true. Who is waiting for me at home? I have no friends. I don't have a boyfriend. I have no one who loves me. I squeeze my eyes tight, I feel the tears pressing but I don't want to cry. I don't want to ruin this beautiful dream with my stupid tears. I feel Steve move by my side, now our elbows almost touch and in an almost imperceptible whisper he says to me "I'm sorry if I did or said something that may have upset you.It wasn't my intention.Sorry" I open my eyes, his face it's close to mine, more than I expected. "You didn't do anything Steve, don't worry" And so saying, in a completely spontaneous way, I put my hand on his muscular forearm. What happens next is destabilizing. My heart begins to beat at an uncontrollable pace and it is as if a pure electrical discharge has passed through me. I'm not the only one to have felt all of this. I can tell from Steve's dilated pupils. How his forearm stiffened under my hand. His breathing quickened. His eyes are fixed on mine as if to tell me You feel it too, I'm not crazy right? I jump up and in a faint voice I whisper "Forgive me...I...I need the bathroom.Excuse me" He has to clear his throat twice before he can answer me with a simple "Sure, go ahead" I run to the bathroom as if my life depended on it. As soon as I enter I immediately go to one of the three sinks present and opening the cold water I try to recover by wetting my neck and face. But suddenly I start to feel weird. My legs are shaking and I start to sweat. A lot. I try to stand up but I can't. With my hands I look for the wall behind me and I lean against it with my back. Slowly my legs give way and I find myself sitting on the cold bathroom floor. Shortness of breath. My head spinning. A deafening noise pierces the silence. That blue glow again. And then nothing...
