⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

⍟ Catch me ⍟

Pαιrιɴɢ: Steve Rogers X Cat burglar!Reader.
Word coυɴт: 598 words.
Sυммαry:  Where Steve Rogers finds out that his soulmate is a well know cat burglar.
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: Reader is a cat burglar, soulmate AU.
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Steve Rogers had felt strange; in the previous 75 years, he had never felt like this. It reminded him of himself before the serum; sometimes he felt like he was sticking, but he had no bruises or anything.

Also, another thing that seemed strange to him was that a name was going around in his head, a name he had never heard before, but the first time he said it out loud, he felt it was music to his ears; the name was Y/N, although, on the other hand, he didn't have the slightest idea where he had heard it; he never knew anyone with your real name before.

You cursed when you realized there was an alarm that, at least until the day before, was missing; it took you two whole weeks to plan how to get in; you didn't think something like this could happen; people never set more alarms.

You ran; you knew it was only a matter of time before the police arrived on the scene. However, you knew you had to hurry when you saw that the problems had only increased and you could recognize the Avengers. Of course, who wouldn't recognize those heroes?

You had to hurry; you were not going to step on the prison because of them. You jumped, but something hit your leg, and you turned around, confused: Why did the man who had thrown the shield at you appear to be in pain in the same area where his shield had hit you?

You shook your head; you didn't have to be distracted; you should have used that moment to run away. You took a deep breath to try to ignore the pain and started running.

"Y/N! "Steve shouted; however, you didn't stop.

Your breathing was agitated when you reached your hiding place; you couldn't hide your surprise. No one knew your real name; how come he did?

It didn't matter that you had been investigated; even in the records, there was a false name. You knew you were very wanted for your crimes, but at the same time you were proud of that; at last, you had the fame you had dreamed of so much.

Something weird—too weird—was going on, or maybe you were just being paranoid and it was all a coincidence.

Maybe Steve Rogers was shouting out random names every time he faced an enemy with seeing if he could get them to lower their defences, distract them, and catch them.

You took off your wig, yes, and that's why they couldn't find you; they simply had a false image of you as well as the data. The only thing you had to do now went unnoticed for a few days and look for a new target to continue your criminal streak.

Three days later

You left the cup of hot chocolate you were drinking when you heard the doorbell ring; no one was visiting; you forgot your gun in your bedroom; the doorbell kept ringing so insistently that there was no way you could go get it, although maybe it was the landlady; you have been very nervous lately.

You opened the door; your eyes also opened exaggeratedly; you couldn't believe it, so you immediately closed the door and locked it.

"Y/N, please open the door; I promise I won't give you away; I just want to talk to you," Steve said while knocking on the door. He needed to see you and get to know you; he had understood everything.

You were made for each other.