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Steve And His Partner Being Noir Cops

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Brooklyn, late 1950s.

Another day, another shift on the force. Everyone in the precinct knew the legendary duo: Officer Y/N and Officer Steve Rogers — a pair of detectives with unmatched instincts, brawn, and interrogation chops. But for all their talent, they had one shared weakness: Donuts.

Waiting in the squad car, Y/N tapped his fingers to the beat of the radio, eyes drifting lazily around the street. Boredom had set in, but it didn't last long — the passenger-side door swung open, and in climbed Steve, grinning and carrying a familiar white box.

"Let's try to go easy on 'em this time." Steve said as he plopped the donut box down on the center console.

"We'll be fine." Y/N replied with a chuckle, already grabbing a chocolate-glazed one.

Steve rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll have you know, I've gained over five pounds because of these damn things."

"The only thing I see growing is your ass." Y/N said, casually biting into his donut. "Not that I'm complaining."

Everyone at the station was used to the banter — the snarky remarks tossed back and forth between the two partners. Sometimes funny, sometimes cutting, but always affectionate. What most didn't realize was the flirty undertone that came with it. What they did know was that there was something more behind all those comments.

"Of course you wouldn't mind." Steve smirked, helping himself to a donut.

"And don't stress about the weight. We're the only two still sprinting after perps." Y/N shrugged. "That nice butt of yours isn't slowing you down anytime soon."

Before Steve could fire back, the police radio crackled to life.

"Report of theft down at the pier. Suspect's male, between thirty and forty. Stole alcohol — store owner says he looked drunk."

Both men exchanged a look. Steve reached for the radio mic.
"This is Officer Rogers. My partner and I are responding."
He set the mic back in its cradle.

Y/N let out a groan of disappointment, brushing the powdered sugar from his fingers. He tucked the rest of his donut back into the box and tossed it into the back seat before starting up the engine.

"I didn't even get to finish mine." He muttered. "Guy couldn't wait five more minutes to get boozed up?"

Steve, already licking his fingers clean, leaned back in his seat with a smirk. "Sucks to be the driver, huh?"

-

The duo arrives at the pier and quickly speaks to the owners. Apparently, the suspect had come in already looking suspicious due to his drunken state. On top of that, he looked shady and unkempt. The owners kept an eye on him, but since it was rush hour, they were busy — giving the man the perfect opportunity to steal a couple of bottles of beer.

"We'll look into it." Steve assures the owners, while his partner studies the picture of the unkempt man.

Together, the duo leaves the store and walks along the pier. Before beginning their investigation, they pause at the edge, gazing out over the water.

"What kind of moron steals alcohol in the middle of the day?" Y/N mutters.

"You've worked this job for years, and you still sound surprised people like that exist." Steve replies. Before they can joke further, the blonde adds, "The suspect's in his thirties, already drunk before the theft."