Steve Rogers One Shots

Museum

"You've got to admit, the dude is smoking hot."

Your other two friends giggle and admire the picture of Captain America (shirtless, obviously).  They continue to make obscene comments, speculating about the size of certain...parts.

Currently standing in the Captain America museum that had been recently built, you had decided to take a field trip with your friends for some education on the miracle.  Now you knew the one reason they tagged along.  As if there wasn't enough on the Internet or in their hard-drives

"You guys are disgusting.  Do you know what he's been through?  This guy has probably been through hell, and who knows how painful the process was!  I mean, that serum must have been loaded with-"

"Can you put that look-beyond-the-cover mind back to sleep and just admire the view?  The pain might've been worth it."  Your friend motions toward the hologram in front of you.

You roll your eyes and turn away.  "I'm going to go check out something else."  Your friends continue to drool over the image, you rolling your eyes.

The exhibit is full of information, the displays eye catching and brightly lit.  You stop by the screen showing Captain Rogers in full height.  You stand next to it and look up at the towering figure, smiling to yourself.  "Almost there."

You hear a chuckle and turn to see a man standing even with the image, smiling under his dark blue baseball cap and hands tucked into his jeans.  He lifts his chin to look at you, his bright blue eyes crinkling at the corners. 

"Almost," he agrees, standing next to you and holding out his hand.  "Steve."  

You gawk up at him, nervously taking his hand and shaking it.  "You're...Steve Rogers."  He chuckles and nods, putting a finger up to his lips.  You nod and pull your hand away, holding your arms close to you.

"It's great to finally meet you," you smile, your eyes drinking in his presence.  You wanted to remember this, and asking for a picture would make you seem like a total dork.  

"So, I heard what your friends were saying about me over there."  He scrutinizes your face, which pauses in question and then drops in embarrassment.

"I...I am so sorry.  I know they seem creepy but they're actually kind of cool and-"

You're cut off by Steve's laughing, you joining along nervously.  "I wasn't referring to that, just what you said in return."  You blush and look down, shifting nervously on your feet.  He heard me?

"Not many people know what it's like.  I think you're the first person to realize what the situation is about.  I don't exactly fit in," he smiles, shuffling closer to you.

"I'll never know what it's like, but I can sympathize, right?  I'm sure there's more to you than your good looks."  You smile, then duck your head once you've realized what you've just said.  He laughs and leans his weight on one leg, his arm brushing yours.

"Thanks."

"Oh, no, thank you."  You glance pointedly over at the display of achievements, the picture of Steve leading 100 men along a road.

Steve smiles and shakes his head, nudging you toward the center of the building.  You walk through the various rooms together, trying your best to discern the automated speaker above the babble of other visitors.  

"So, is there anything that they're missing?"  You look up at his chiseled features, his face a mask of longing and remorse.  You frown slightly and stop in front of a screen displaying a picture of Steve and his best friend standing together.

"James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes," the voice announces, spewing out facts about the friendship between Captain America and Bucky.  "Barnes died by falling off a train, tragically ending the bond between the two childhood friends."

"No, they didn't."  He swallows and clenches his jaw, refusing to bow down to the world he lost.  You press up next to him, the heat of his arm meeting yours.  He looks down at you with a wry smile, lifting his hat to run his fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, looking back at a guy wave frantically in Steve's direction.

"Dude, you're Captain America!"  A teenager bounces excitedly on his toes when he sees Steve's face.  His cheeks flood with red, his face set in panic.  

"He gets that a lot, don't you, babe?"  You put the sweetest grin you can muster on your face and link your arm with his, tangling your fingers into his now dangling hand.

"Um...yeah."  He smiles at the dude and sets his cap firmly back onto his crown.

"Oh...but you look just like him!  Are you sure-"  You laugh awkwardly ,straining against Steve's hold.

"Come on, baby, let's go look at something else."  You start to walk away, but the boy cries out.  

"Hey. wait!  Look, it's Captain America."  A few people turn to the sound, murmurs spreading quickly.  You jog with him through multiple sections, ducking between lines of people and avoiding the crowd before finally finding a crook to hide in.

"You have got to find a better disguise," you claim, pressing against the wall.  The long jog had left you both breathless, probably just adrenaline.  Steve takes his place in front of you, the bill of his cap brushing your forehead.

"You're right babe."  You glance up at him before bursting out in laughter.  He, quite literally, face palms himself and chuckles.

"What else was I supposed to do?"  You let your face fall onto his chest, his hand landing on your arm.

"I have no idea.  Thanks, anyway.  I owe you one."

"That's okay, just meet me for lunch next week and we'll call it even," you shrug, pulling back to beam up at him.

"Deal.  Where do you want to go?"

"A surprise," you grin, leaning back and closing your eyes.  You hear a commotion around the bend and squeeze yourself farther into the crook.  Steve presses right up next to you, the nook tapering down to a corner.  The chatter pauses right outside the hiding spot.

Steve's chest is pressed up to yours, his hands lay flat on your back.  You press your nose into his shirt, silently breathing in his scent.

The voices die away, leaving you and Steve alone with the quiet rush of breaths between you.  He runs his hands down your back, gently prying himself away from the small quarters.  

"Close one," he remarks, pulling you with him into the open.

"Uh...yeah.  Close," you laugh, resting your hands in the crook of his arms.  You stand there, curled in his arms, the waves of his breath washing over your forehead.

"Well, we were wondering where you went."  You turn to see your friends standing there with small smiles on their faces and arms crossed.  Steve's hands still rested on your sides, disappearing when he sees your companions.

"3:00, girl.  We've gotta go."

"Right.  I'll, um, see you...Wednesday?  At 12:30.  Text me and I'll pick you up," you hurriedly pull out a pen and rip some paper from a brochure, writing your name and number.

"Sounds good.  I'll see you," Steve nods, moving back a step and taking the slip from your fingertips.  Your friends walk up closer and get a glimpse of Steve's face.

"Wow, you picked a hot one.  Looks just like-"  They stop and stare at the two of you, mouths agape.

"Come on, girls, 3:00.  We've gotta go."  You grin up at Steve knowingly, dragging your friends away from the spot.  "Bye."

"Bye," he mumbles, sheepishly glancing down at his feet before giving you a cute little smirk.