Steve Rogers Oneshots

McFlurry

[Modern!Steve x reader

Warning: fluff, awkward dorks, Bucky being a piece of shit, shitty Uber service, maybe some swearing]

The bell chimed, soft but sharp. Steve looked up, furrowed eyebrows being forced straight and lips being torn apart in way of a smile.

"Hi, welcome to McDonald's." His voice was quieter than it had been in the morning, back no longer ramrod straight after sixteen hours of asking every customer the same question, "What can we get you?"

The soft tone of the cashier caught you by surprise. You weren't accustomed to politeness so late at night. This guy however, had a smile on his face and a pleasant demeanor, even though his eyes were dull and he appeared too tired to push a few drooping golden strands out of his face.

It was freaking eleven pm, and everyone wanted to get home, but neither had you managed to get yourself an Uber yet nor had he had the chance to call it a night.

"Um, hi, I'll have a..." You fought with your brain for a few seconds. Juggling between ordering something you could eat fast and booking a cab at the same time was not an easy task. Especially not with the migraine attack you could feel approaching.

"I'll have a Big Mac please, thanks." You pushed the corners of your lips upwards until you felt a smile form on your features. The last thing you wanted to do was put another person through misery by accidentally coming off as a prick.

Steve nodded, beginning to process your order. He took a quick glance at you, deducing the kind of predicament you were stuck in. He mentally sent out a small prayer for you to whatever god was listening, hoping you wouldn't face more hassle trying to get home this late.

Your phone pinged, and you groaned. You had meant to sit and eat in peace because your app was still looking for a cab, but the moment you voiced your request, an Uber popped up two minutes away.

"Cancel everything," you sighed.

Steve looked up. Oh, come on.

Your phone caught your attention again. 18 minutes away.

"I'll have a Quarter Pounder with cheese, a blueberry muffin and a Coke instead." You grimaced inside of yourself. Steve took the new request, not a hint of annoyance on his features. God bless his soul, you thought.

Your driver's number glowed on your screen, making you and Steve curse the universe silently (since at this point, this app was causing both of you extreme agony).

"Uh, so...I'm runnin' low on petrol, so I'll need a few more minutes to fill her up and get to you." The driver cheerfully hung up, oblivious to your dismay and disbelief.

Steve looked at the menu above him, "would you like a McFlurry to go with it, maybe?" He asked, hoping it would lift your spirits.

It did. Your face glowed like that of a child on Christmas morning. "Yes that would be perfect, thank you so much."

You both shared a smile, finding comfort in the mutual understanding you both had.

When your order arrived, you gave him the biggest smile you had and a heartfelt thank you before finding a table to eat at. And it made Steve's night as much as it made yours, propelling him to deal with the remaining few customers with utmost grace.

***

You kept coming back to see him after that, always ordering a McFlurry along with whatever you were having. You had exchanged names on the second day itself, and even though your interactions lasted only a few minutes at a time, they always gave both of you more energy to carry on with a rough day.