Marvel Boyfriend Scenarios

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Greater Rochester International Airport. Local time is 11:23 am and the temperature is 73 degrees Fahrenheit. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the fasten seat belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about. At this time, you may use your cellular phones if you wish. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight. If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of American Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!" the bonny air-hostess chirps with an award winning grin - clearly having said this before. I'm matching her look but my happiness is genuine; I'm in New York for the first time! I bounce impatiently in my seat whilst studying my map one last time - I've planned out every second of my trip to make the most of the week here. I fold it back up and ram it into my rucksack before exiting the plane.

*time-skip to the hotel*

I wheeze and flop onto the handle sticking up from my suitcase once I get to the reception, I should've booked a hotel nearer to the airport; I still don't know how American taxis work so I decided to walk thinking it was gonna be a piece of cake. The old lady behind the counter gives me a friendly smile and I check into my room, before I leave she informs me that the elevator is temporarily broken and that's the point where I die inside and my soul is shattered. I grab my keys and begin hauling the heavy suitcase up what seems like an endless flight of stairs before reaching floor 5, I swipe the key card along the scanner and kick the door open. I've most definitely done my exercise for the year and need a fresh change of clothes before doing anything else.

After a long hot shower and unpacking the items I've brought, I prepare my rucksack and head off to go sightseeing. First up on the agenda is the Avengers Tower, home to the most badass - and hottest - heroes alive. It's only a few streets away so I excitedly skip along towards my destination. On my way there I pass a television shop and all the visible screens are broadcasting a news report with a decently-sized crowd of people stood watching, I wander over to the group and notice it's about the Avengers; Thor whooshes past on the screens wielding Mjolnir and smashes the ground with thunder sending a shockwave of about 20 short-circuiting enemies to their death, clearly there's someone attacking New York. Then the floor rumbles and so I look away to see Thor flying over head . . . oh. Everyone starts screaming and running whilst the Asgardian Prince is flanked by even more robotic creatures, that's when more of these things appear from around the building - my hesitation to watch the blonde means that I'm the only one left in this area of the street and I'm surrounded. I whimper and back up against the shop window, accepting my fate and sliding to sit on the floor. I feel salty tears stinging my eyes and I close my eyes trying to ignore the impending doom closing in. That's when the smashing of circuits and ripping of wires ripples in a circle around me, I look up and open my eyes to see the one and only star-spangled man holding his hand out to me. He crouches to my level and uses his outstretched hand to wipe the tears from my cheeks.
"Now why is such a pretty number like you crying?" he asks softly and picks me up bridal-style in his arms, I madly blush but rest my head on his solid chest. He runs towards a group of people being chauffeured out of a perimeter and places me down with them, giving a small wink and retrieving his shield from the holder on his back. "Swing by the Tower when we've cleared this up, I'd love to see you again and maybe show you 'round the area." and with that he runs off, launching the circular disc into a row of robots smashing them to bits. I'm pushed back by a police man's arm and I just stumble along; still a bit star struck.

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