Worship Her - Steve Rogers (AU)

Prologue

This is the story of how a man who had it all - the money, the girls, the fame - only wanted one thing. Except she didn't want him. Something that he wasn't used to.

Rejection.

Did he win her over? Or did his fame and lifestyle consume him and cost him greatly?

That is what we're about to find out

This is the story of Steve Rogers. One of the founding members and guitarist of the well known eighties rock band Asgard

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1985
The Zion Club - LA

Already Steve had a bottle to hand once he'd come offstage, his fellow band mates each lapping up the attention from the groupies who were longingly waiting in the hopes of going home with them that evening. It was a favour that the club's booking agent , Natasha, had called in. Something to up the takings. And what better way than to have a famous rock band who got their break there a few years ago, kick starting their tour (unofficially). Nat was one of Steve's best friends (aside from Bucky who he knew for a fact was casually hooking up with her whenever he was back in LA) and so he and the others had been all too happy to return back to the bar where Asgard had formed and played. Tonight in question was a sellout and even now the show was over, there was still a line outside - mainly women - hoping to catch a glimpse of the band.

He nodded to Bucky as he made for the dressing room, his best friend enjoying every moment of the young woman draped from his neck as he lit a cigarette. "Where you going?" He questioned.

"Dressing room - need my lighter". Steve replied as he made his way back to the room. Finding the lighter, he took another swig from the bottle and wetted his lips. He had needed that. the Sound of the door opening made him turn and see a young woman walking in.

Jackpot. He needed a quick release.

Without any hesitation whatsoever, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, grunting a quick "come here, I need you now", before he kissed her hard.

A quick fuck, that's all he needed. All he wanted. Any other feelings were disregarded.

What he didn't expect was for her to push him away and look at him with disgust. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"What do you think? You came looking for me so it obvious what you want".

She stared at him. "You think I'm one of your fucking groupies?!"

"Erm, yeah? It's obvious, the way you're dressed and..." he caught sight of the name badge on her top. "Clearly work here - shit..."

The woman walked up to him and slapped him hard across the face. "Yes I work here! I came to clear up all the shit you guys left behind!". She fumed.

Fuck. He'd never had this happen before. It was an instant cock block if he ever knew one. She was gorgeous though - way too pretty to be working for this place. He wondered just how many others had made the same mistake that he had.

None. Absolutely none.

"Sorry, I'm sorry". He threw up his hands, the bottle still in one. "I..."

"Don't you have groupies waiting for you?" She spat, now tipping the ash tray that they'd filled up earlier into the trash.

He lit up a cigarette and blew out some smoke, his cheek still stinging slightly from the slap. "Look, I'm sorry for the mistake - but take it as a compliment? You're pretty enough to get laid". She scoffed and shook her head in disbelief while she continued tidying. "What's your name?"

She now stood upright again and turned to him with an impatient huff. "Look, I just want to clear up this room, get my pay check and go home".

"Beautiful - did your mom or dad choose it?" He grinned, taking another drag.

"If I tell you will you leave me alone?"

"I don't make any promises, purely because I'm shit at keeping them". He may as well be open with her outright.

She fluffed the cushions on the chairs as she spoke. "Well at least you're honest, kinda". Then looking up at him. "It's Maggie".

He leant back against the wall and let out some smoke. "Maggie", rolling the name on his tongue. "It suits you".

"Much better than apparently being a groupie?"

"Look, I've said I'm sorry - what more do you want?" He asked, the urge of needing a release now fading rapidly as she glared at him.

"For you and your band mates to fuck off to whatever bar you're going to trash next, or pick up more girls at. I don't care - I just want you to leave".

"Easy Magpie - I was going to give you a nice big tip for your hospitality, and technically this is the first unofficial night of our tour - so we're probably just gonna trash the bus".

She stared hard at him. "I don't care about whatever tip you offer me, what you trash. And don't call me Magpie".

"Why? Does it annoy you? Suits you better than Maggie actually". She was now at the point of taking the bottle of whiskey from his hand and shoving it where the sun didn't shine. He could see that and nodded slowly to himself. "Ok...well, despite the mix up and the slap - which I deserved by the way - it was nice meeting you".

She ignored him and turned back to tidying.

"Okaaaaay" he muttered to himself and left the room - finding his band mates waiting for him so as they could move on.

Bucky pulled away from the groupie who had been hanging off him earlier. "Took you long enough, Tony's getting pissed off already..." he saw his face. "What?"

Steve smirked and took another drag from his cigarette, already unable to get her out of his mind despite the frosty situation he'd found himself in.

"I think I just met the girl I'm gonna marry".