here for you // steve rogers

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After a year studying abroad in Europe right out of high school, Steve Rogers had decided to live in Germany. It's been nearly three years and he's nearly 23. Ready to be back home in Brooklyn, he packed his belongings and boarded a plane to New York.

He stepped off the plane and took in the all-too-familiar smoggy air of New York City. A smile stressed across his face as he climbed into a cab and directed him to an old friend's place.

×××

Almost as soon as he knocked on the door, it swung open.

"Stevieeeeeee!" A young man with dark, shoulder length hair exclaimed, arms open wide.

"Bucky", Steve hugged his childhood friend before stepping into the apartment. "Thank you so much for letting me stay here until I get my own place."

"Anything for my best friend," Bucky smiled.

Bucky, or James Buchanan Barnes to be punctual, and Steve had known each other for as long as they could remember. They were inseparable and it was the hardest thing for the both of them when Steve decided to study abroad. They had never been apart for more than a week.

But it was good to have the duo back together. Bucky had a roommate, a foreign student named Pietro, so Steve was sleeping on the couch until he could find an apartment.

×××

Steve sat down in the coffee shop with a heavy sigh. He opened his laptop as he sipped his coffee. It had been two weeks and Steve was still on the search for an apartment. Frustration was starting to set in when he clicked on what seemed to be the thousandth listing.

He started to read through, mentally ticking off his "wishlist".

"Brooklyn apartment."
Check.

"Three bedroom- my room, a room for you, and an office/rec room."
Check.

"Full kitchen."
Check.

"I'm Margo, twenty-two year-olf female student. Go ahead and call me and we can set up a time for you to come by. :)"

A girl? This might be a problem, Steve thought, scrolling through the pictures. But the apartment is perfect, I might as well check it out.

He pulled out his phone a dialed the number under Margo's name on the website.

Ringing, ringing, ringing.

Click.

"Hello?"

"Hi, may I speak to Margo?"

"This is her, what's up?"

"I'm Steve, I was calling about the apartment listing."

"Oh, awesome! You're the first! When do you want to come by?"

"When are you avaliable?"

"I'm home right now if you want to swing by."

Steve checked the time. 11:00am.
"Yeah, that works for me. I can be there in about 20."

"Cool, see ya then!"

"Bye Margo, thanks so much!"

Steve hung up and let out a sigh of relief. This might be the place.

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author's note

hi!!!!! i'm so excited to be back and i have so many ideas for this story!!

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