Steve Roger is down on his luck-broke college student working for peanuts bartending just to stay alive; no matter what he does, life keeps knocking him down and taking him. One night, a woman (Amelia Brandon) walks into the bar; with milk chocolate...
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Steve sat on the couch with his broken leg propped up on a pillow, typing away on his laptop as he worked on a paper for his class. The familiar theme music of M*A*S*H played in the background, providing a comforting soundtrack to his solitary task.
Glancing up from his screen, Steve found himself drawn into the scene unfolding on the TV screen, where Hawkeye and Trapper were up to no good.
Although being stuck at home with a broken leg was monotonous, he was definitely enjoying some reruns. It helped to pass the time and alleviate some of the boredom of his convalescence.
As he refocused on his paper, Steve couldn't help but feel frustrated by the thought of still having four weeks left in the cast and constantly reminding himself that each day brought him closer to recovery and freedom.
He had poured his heart and soul into saving up for that bike, scrimping and saving for two long years until he could finally afford it. Now, all that hard work lay in ruins, reduced to nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.
Amelia, ever the supportive girlfriend, reassured him not to worry about it. With her expertise as a ruthless lawyer, she promised to ensure that he received a fair settlement check for the damages.
Around noon, Steve took a much-needed break from his work and carefully hobbled to the bathroom before making his way to the kitchen. Fortunately, he didn't have to stand around and cook anything, as Jim had pre-made breakfast and lunch for Steve. Each day, there was something different waiting for him, and today, it was ramen noodles.
Steve carefully placed the bowl of pre-made ramen noodles in the microwave, setting the timer for just the right amount of time. As the microwave hummed to life, he leaned against the kitchen counter, his thoughts drifting momentarily as he waited for his meal to heat up.
The aroma of the noodles filled the air, tantalizing his senses with the promise of savory goodness. He couldn't help but smile as memories of slurping down authentic ramen in bustling noodle shops with Bucky and Sam flooded his mind after late-night study groups.
As the microwave beeped, indicating his meal was heated, Steve gingerly took out the bowl, enjoying the aroma wafting from the fragrant broth. Despite the challenge of his injured leg, he maneuvered carefully back into the living room with his lunch in hand.
Settling back onto the couch, Steve balanced the steaming bowl of ramen on his lap, making sure not to spill any of the delicious broth. The noodles had the ideal texture, soft yet satisfyingly chewy. Taking a careful sip, he relished the comforting flavors that enveloped him. With a lazy reach for the remote, Steve resumed his show, sinking into the couch with his ramen in hand.
Lost in the show, engrossed in Hawkeye and Trapper messing Majors Burn and Houlihan...again, Steve barely registered the sound of the front door opening. It wasn't until he heard Teddy's thundering footsteps racing through the apartment that he snapped out of his trance. The distinct thud of Teddy's backpack hitting the floor echoed through the room just before his bedroom door slammed shut, drawing Steve's attention away from the TV.
