Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it's no wonder that most people refer to you as an 'old soul' who would've rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but wi...
"24," despite how out of breath you currently are and the roll of your eyes at Steve's smug face, you still manage to crack a smile between the constant huffs of air exiting your mouth.
"I'll have you know six is very impressive. I watched kids in school cry after just one," you defend before chugging down the contents of your water bottle.
Glancing at the blond who practically towers over you from where you sit on the ground, you notice he looks like he could run at least seven more laps before breaking a sweat,"...hey, there's this diner a few blocks down that has really good burgers. We should go."
You knew what he was going to say before even asking the question which is why there was slight hesitation behind it. Regardless, you still chew on your lip when he gives a shallow chuckle, shaking his head," sorry...I've got plans today."
"Oh come on. Super soldiers need to eat, right? And plus, I heard this place has a great senior discount," you press on despite feeling a pierce of guilt in doing so. You're fully aware of what today is, however, there's still a part of you that wants him to confirm it himself. Why? You're debating your true intentions. Maybe you feel bad that he thinks he has to spend today alone. Maybe you secretly don't want to spend it alone yourself. It's a hell of a day for that, after all.
Despite your hopeful smile and false ignorance to the date, Steve doesn't budge with his answer, although, he does give you an apologetic smile," sorry, but I can't cancel today. Maybe next time."
"I'm gonna hold you to that, Rogers..." Once again, he chuckles which sounds more convincing this time around much to your relief, however, it's only a temporary fix to the aching you feel internally.
It's been three years since Steve returned after having been miraculously frozen in ice; a possibility you had never expected and quite frankly believed to be some cruel prank when the news first reached you. Hollie had been alive for nearly thirty years after Steve's 'death'. You had been living your second life for twenty-two years. Not once did you think Steve could possibly still be alive after all that time, so it's safe to say you felt very conflicted upon seeing him for the first time in decades. You were happy- never mistake that-, there's just one tiny problem: he doesn't know your secret.
If you were still Hollie and visibly old as dirt, your reunion with Steve would've been a tearful one because he'd know exactly who you are and the history you both share. The problem is you aren't still Hollie and, honestly, you'd be offended if anyone said you look ninety-five.
Right now, in this life, you are (Y/n), a talent agent of SHIELD entrusted with working directly alongside the Avengers. Until that moment three years ago, you had never met Captain America. It's a consequence that you know enough about the forties to help him adjust to the modern era. It's pure luck that you seem to understand him as well as you do. It's a secret to him that there's so much more to you than meets his eyes.
You'd be breaking your biggest rule by telling him you're Hollie. Now, it's not to say you haven't toyed with the idea before. You want desperately to tell him, but at what risk? You'd look truly insane telling him you're his dead friend not to mention you might lose your job if you insist on it too much. One wrong reaction could cause a domino effect that destroys everything you've been working to preserve. It doesn't matter what today is; that's a risk you refuse to take when you've worked this hard just to have your past life's family still around.
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