Avengers One Shots

Steve Rogers: Neighbor (P2)

Steve POV: (BTW I'm having so much fun writing this in Steve's POV recent coma so let me know if you want more of it or anyone else for the matter. I feel like my 2nd Person POV's are meh but that's my opinion)

I took a quick shower and grabbed other essentials before making my way over to Y/N's apartment. She was still tinkering on something in the kitchen before I re-entered her apartment with my belongings. "You can place your belongings on the coffee table by the futon," her voice echoing from the cabinet her head was in.

I had no clue what any of those words mean, but judging by the messy state of her apartment, she wouldn't mind where my belongings went. I placed them on the small wooden circular table that was adjacent to her couch. Her apartment was set up different than the agent Greg's. She had her living area with the couch and the television box in the front of her apartment. Her kitchen table was just beyond that with three different chairs that did not match the dark wood of the square table. Her kitchen appliances were to the right of the table, ending at the refrigerator. She seemed to separate the rest of the apartment from her bedroom by a sheer linen with floral embroidery.

Y/N let out a spew of curses after a loud bang came from under the kitchen sink. I crouched closer to where she was located, "Are you alright, miss?"

"Yup," Y/N exited the cabinets underneath her sink, "Just slammed my head. I'm completely fine." A hint of sarcasm oozed from her tone as she rubbed the back of her head. Noticing her off-putting tone, I opened up her refrigerator. First the larger bottom door and then the top door to find the cooler section. Thankfully, she had frozen vegetables in her possession, and I grabbed a green colored bag of peas to place on top of her head. I only removed my hand on the bag once hers held a strong grip. "Thanks Steve," she said, looking up at me from her sitting position.

"What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" I ask. She sighed, gesturing towards her pipes, "I dropped one of my best rings down the drain and, ya know, wanted to get it out. But I can't seem to follow this damn YouTube tutorial and now I can't get my pipe back on." I looked over at the lit-up device that looked similar to the television, only more compact and skinnier in size. "Well, I do not know who YouTube is, but I can try to teach you," I said.

For the next half an hour, the two of us spent reattaching Y/N's sink pipe and tightening it. I talked her through the step-by-step instructions I learned from my mother and stepped in whenever necessary. Y/N wiped the sweat off of her forehead, "Wowee, that's a lot easier with help. I mean, most men just take over, but I actually learned something. I appreciate it, man."

"It is no problem, ma'am."

"You're very polite." Y/N remarked.

"It's how I was raised."

"You've gotta be from the south then, with all of that southern hospitality I hear about."

"No, I was born and raised here."

"Get outta town!"

I looked around the room, shocked at her joking tone and unsure of what she meant, "Would you like me to leave?" I was still weary of her previous statement but slowly realized that it was the lingo used today. Y/N laughed again, "There's no way such a polite and kind man like you is from Brooklyn. I need to thank your mother when I see her." I played with the wrench before handing it back to Y/N, "Unfortunately, my mother is not here anymore."

She put her hands over her mouth, "I'm so so sorry!" she exclaimed. "I hope I wasn't trying to be rude. It's rare to see someone with no bad intentions in this town."

I then thought of the Brooklyn I once knew, "It's alright, she hasn't been her for quite some time now. But when I was here last, Brooklyn was a place full of discovery and new ideas. It still bustles like today, but there's nothing else like it." Y/N got up from her seating position and snickered, "Well, seems like you've haven't been here in a while." I then rose from my seating position as well, "You are not wrong there."