Steve Rogers is the new chosen leader of the united states.
Every leader needs someone by their side. A partner.
But why y/n?
(This is a spin-off from arranged on my imagines book!)
MATURE BOOK!
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(Your dress)
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(Steve's outfit)
I hated my dress. It was too tight and showed too many of my curves. I felt like a slut.
But apparently I had little minions to dress me and make me look pretty now. Two girls that did what they were told. I wanted to be as kind to them as possible. They didn't deserve to work here.
I had my arms wrapped around myself. Steve had stayed close to me in the limo. Protecting. His hand was on my thigh. I knew it was for the act, but also to prove that we were comfortable with each other.
He tapped his hand against my thigh. I knew he was nervous. Just as nervous as me.
I took his hand from my thigh and intertwined my fingers with his. He snapped out of his trance and looked at me.
He had trimmed his beard to be noticeable but clean. His hair was slicked back. He looked....handsome.
