(A/N: real quick, I actually cropped out most of the picture above, as you've probably guessed. Just to fill in your imagination, he's using nothing but a dish towel to cover up, and I almost fainted, but it works for the imagine, soooo.... enjoy!)
It was a late Saturday night and you were handwashing dishes to the blare of your radio.
Your mind wandered to the events and gossip from earlier that day.
You had heard a rumor that the Captain America lived in this apartment building, even on your very floor.
Maybe I'll get to see him sometime, you thought.
Your apartment was decently sized with two bedrooms, one conjoining bathroom, and a kitchen opening to the living room. It wasn't so small you'd feel cramped, but it wasn't so big you'd feel lonely.
"Just right," you sighed before you moved on to a chipped tea cup.
Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheehan began playing and you turned it up even louder. (tbh, this song is my jam)
"When I was six years old, I broke my leg," you sang along as you scrubbed a casserole dish.
"Running from my brother and his friends," you shook your hips a little to the beat.
After washing several more dishes, you moved on to a large, heavy cast-iron pan that was a gift from your uncle. You bounced a bit away from the sink as you continued to scrub at the pan. The chorus came up and you began to spin.
"And I miss the wa-ay you made me fe-"
You found your grip on the heavy pan slipping. And then, it went flying.
The pan collided with the wall. Your landlord was right. The walls are very thin.
You cringed and the huge crack! that sounded out.
When you opened your eyes, you could see through the wall. And boy, what a sight.
A hole about four feet wide had broken, leaving you a perfect view of a man half-naked, wearing only a towel and raking a hand through his wet hair.
Not just any man. Captain Freaking America.
He was frozen, staring right back at you. You gave a small wave and a sheepish smile before he started freaking out.
"What happened?! Why is there a hole?! How did you manage to break the wall?! What-"
"Sir, I'm sure that if you would please calm down and get dressed-"
That's when his gaze travelled down to his waist and he realized the state he was in.
"Oh my-"
He quickly ran into another room and slammed the door behind him.
You simply picked up your pan, whispering a few choice phrases, such as "How did I not know Captain Freaking America lived next door to me?" and "Why couldn't we have met with me sending a fruit basket or asking to borrow his sugar instead of freaking busting a hole through the wall!"
You waited patiently for him to come back, sitting on your couch and looking through the eye-level hole.
When he came back out, (dressed) you cleared your throat.
"First of all, Mr. America, I would like to formally apologize for the incident. I did not realize how thin the walls were and I will personally pay to have it fixed." You had your hands folded in your lap, trying not to gush over the fact that you were speaking to Captain Freaking America.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose before he shook his head.
"No, no, it's fine. It can easily be fixed, and it wouldn't be of much cost to me."
You sighed in relief.
After an awkward silence he looked up to you with a crooked smile.
"But, I have to ask, how did you manage to bust a while in the wall?"
Dread squeezed your gut.
"I was, uh, washing dishes and, uh, was rhythmically moving my body to the sounds from the radio and I happened to let go of the pan at the wrong moment-"
He busted out laughing.
"So you were dancing- and you let go of the pan- and busted a hole in the wall?" He was wheezing to speak through his laughter.
You nodded guiltily.
He laughed even harder before he calmed down, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Would you mind if I took you to some dance lessons? You know, to help you dance better?"
You were now frozen to your seat.
"Would you like that?"
You nodded your head fiercely.
He chuckled. "I'll see you Tuesday, is that okay?"
You nodded again.
"Well, until we get this," he motioned at the gaping circle. "Fixed, we'll be seeing each other a whole lot until then."
You were left sitting in awe as he went to his room and closed his door.
Now that I think about it, a fruit basket would have been overkill.
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A/N: Okay, important announcement:
While I was writing this, I quite literally ripped my pants. Like actually, literally ripped my pants. It was hilarious. I was laughing so hard, but then I realized I couldn't sew them back up because they are/were jeggings, basically.
So R.I.P. my pants (pun intended).
Anyway, I'm really proud I published two imagines in the same day, which wasn't expected. Again, thank you guys so much for still reading this story. I wouldn't be where I am without you guys.
So long, my beauts!
~Sports_books_1816
