Avengers Imagines

Steve Rogers Imagine

Awkward.

That is how you felt when you bumped into a tall, muscular wall.

Due to this wall's sturdiness you fell flat on your ass.

I wasn't till said wall gave you a hand did you realize that it was actually a person.

A very hot person you admit.

"Are you okay! Gosh I'm so sorry." He holds out his hand to you.

You grab his hand and he pulls you up a bit to hard and you fall onto his shoulder.

"Sorry again." he says then he gives you and adorable smile.

You realized you haven't said anything in this whole ordeal.

"It's okay." You finally choke out.

He looks to the left at the coffee shop you were about to walk into. (I know I know cliche, sue me)

"Well." He says. "Since I totally just made you fall on your ass, how about I get you some coffee?" (LANGUAGE ROGERS)

"Oh no you don't have to." You say waving your hands in front of you.

"Nope, come on, or I'll feel terrible for the rest of the day."

You laugh.

"Okay fine."

You walk into the coffee shop and stand in line.

You learn his name is Steve and you guys were then at the front of the short line.

You both ordered and he paid, even though you refused to let him do it.

Both of you go over and sit down at a table by a window.

"So Y/N, what do you do for a living?"

"I am a art major at the local college." (I don't know how college education works in New York, I'm just a measly Illinois peasant.)

"What do you do?" You ask.

He seem almost hesitant to tell you.

"Um, I work for the Avengers, I am what you guys call Captain America."

You nod.

"I have heard about you guys on the news a bit, my niece and nephew adore you."

He blushes a bit.

To change the subject you ask him another question.

"What is you favorite animal?" You giggle at your own question.

"Hm, probably a lion." He says looking up in a thoughtful manner. "You?"

"Wolves definitely. They are the main models for my art work." You say.

"I'd like to see your work sometime." He says.

You smile at the thought of seeing him again.

"Sure."

You both had to get to work and school by then.

You write your number on a napkin and hand it over to him.

"Here is my number, so we can meet up sometime, so you can see my artwork."

"I dunno I think the piece of art in front of me is the one I want to see again." He says cheekily.

You blush and laugh.

"See you around, Steve."

You then walk toward the door and open it.

You look back at him to see him still looking at you.

Your lips turn up in a small smile, then you walk back out the door into the cold New York morning.

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