⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

⍟ Reality ⍟

Pαιrιɴɢ: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.
Word coυɴт: 274 words.
Sυммαry:  Steve realized he is living his dream life.
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: Date ruined.
A/N: This is my entry to the slumber-party:

"Reality is a dream, a bouquet of flowers, superhero."

So, I posted this first on my Tumblr.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in  English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don't give any kind of permission that my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Steve adjusted his tie one last time before leaving; he couldn't deny that he was nervous; it was his first date in so long, so he wanted everything to be perfect.

He saw the clock, he still had plenty of time, he would look for a flower shop, he had looked into what your favorite flowers were and he would buy you the most enormous bouquet in the store, he wanted to start off on the right foot, the date, his life, the reality in which he now lived was like a dream.

When he left the flower shop, he began to think that maybe he had overdone it by asking for the biggest bouquet. In fact, it was so big that he could barely see it; you would probably need about five vases to put them all in.

As they ate this one he couldn't help thinking that maybe it was all a dream, he was afraid of waking up and you wouldn't be there... or worse, that they didn't even know each other and you were with someone else.

He shook his head a little to dispel the idea from his mind, though he didn't count on the Chitauris starting to attack the city.

Steve sighed; after all, they were both part of S.H.I.E.L.D. and had to protect the innocent.

That didn't seem to bother you though; you even suggested that they go back to repeat the appointment, hoping they wouldn't be interrupted again.

In the end, Steve had to accept that everything he was living—this reality that was his present—was a dream that he had always liked to live.