On The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

three.

NYC, 2008.

Issac slipped his hands into the warm pockets of his heavy coat. Even in the dead of winter, the cold in New York still paled in comparison to the harsh winters back in Russia. He glanced up at the light gray sky, tilting his head slightly. It looked like it was going to snow soon, he thought. He hadn't bothered checking the weather before going out. An ugly afternoon forecast would explain the lack of people walking the streets today, a rare sight in one of New York City's most popular areas.

He was broken from his thoughts by a force colliding into his back, sending him stumbling forward. He frowned once he regained his footing, turning his head to look over his shoulder. Who the hell was so oblivious they didn't see him standing in the middle of the sidewalk? Maybe it was partially his fault for not moving, but still, people needed to also pay more attention to where they were going. The man turned around, he must have been walking backwards or something, Issac had no idea. He was a bit older with warm blue eyes and light brown hair swept slightly to the side. He was dressed in a similar fashion to Issac, except while his own coat remained open to reveal the dark green sweater he wore underneath, the man's was buttoned shut.

"Oh I am so sorry-" He said quickly, at least having the decency to sound guilty. "Are you alright?" He frowned, eyeing Issac with concern to make sure he hadn't caused an unnecessary injury.

Issac blinked a few times in surprise, not used to someone from NYC being so polite. Most of the time, if they bumped into you or you bumped into them, you received a dirty look or a not-so-friendly nickname in return. "I'm fine." he mumbled, clearing his throat. "Don't worry about it." he forced out a polite smile, ready to turn and continue his walk through times square.

"Excuse me-" The man gathered his attention once more. He held back a sigh, turning and looking at the male expectantly. He tried his best not to come off as rude or impolite, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with nose or curious Americans right now. "I'm sorry, this may sound sudden- it's just...can I buy you a coffee?" the man asked as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers. Despite his awkwardness and slight stuttering, he had a confident aura surrounding him. He no longer looked guilty or concerned, but interested with a soft smile on his face.

Issac studied the male once again. Looking closer, he realized that the man wasn't completely unattractive. He's known from an early age where his attractions lie, unfortunately having to find out the hard way. He considered the offer for a moment, even if things didn't go anywhere, he would still get a bit of fun out of it. The man also didn't seem like a creep or anything of the sort, so that was a plus.

"Sure." He decided, shrugging nonchalantly with a slight grin. "Why not? Although I'm afraid you're going to have to lead the way, I'm not from around here."

The man chuckled, nodding as he jerked his head slightly down the block.

"I know a great place, come on."

Issac followed alongside the male, taking note of the street signs and landmarks around them, as well as which alleyways were dead ends and which weren't. The weight of a knife tucked away into the sleeve of his sweater was comforting in case this went incredibly south.

The man stopped when they reached a nostalgic, older looking cafe on the corner of the street. The man politely opened the door for him before stepping inside himself, the two quickly sighing in relief at the heat that quickly began to thaw their freezing hands and other open extremities. It wasn't too crowded, a few empty tables scattered around the shop, as well as some open booths. They chose one towards the back, close to the window so they could continue to admire the streets around them while on their date, or whatever this was.