Steve Rogers One-Shots

A Small Place In Brooklyn

A/N: This is a song fic inspired by A Million Dreams from The Greatest Showman

I close my eyes and I can see

The world that's waiting up for me

That I call my own

Steve sighed in contentment, leaning back into the couch. In front of him was a wall of glass that allowed the eyes to take in the ever glowing New York City. No matter the time of day, there were always lights and hustle and bustle.

"You know," Steve said, wrapping an arm loosely around your shoulders, "Manhattan is pretty great. Coming from Brooklyn and all, this isn't a half-bad place."

You hummed in response, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm sure Manhattan's got nothing on Brooklyn in the 40′s." He chuckled in response, rubbing small circles into your shoulder with his thumb.

"No, this is better than Brooklyn," he finally responded after a few minutes of silence. "This feels like home. Sure, Brooklyn had my family and Bucky, but something was always missing. Now I've realized that it's you, Y/N."

There's a house we can build

Every room inside is filled

With things from far away

Special things I compile

Each one there to make you smile

On a rainy day

"You sure? 'Cause I was looking for places in Brooklyn, that way we can get out of Stark's hair." He instantly sat up, which left you to have to also sit upright. "I know it's not much, but I did find an apartment near where your old place was and-"

His lips were pressed against your own in a short yet very sweet kiss. "You're amazing, Y/N," he said softly, cupping your face with both of his hands. "But are you sure you'd want to go all the way to Brooklyn? I mean, it's Brooklyn."

A laugh escaped your lips as you shake your head at him. "You're acting like we're moving across country, Steve. Like you said, it's Brooklyn, and it's practically right down the street from here. Besides... I've already started getting some stuff together in some boxes in my room. There's a small box with some of your stuff from before the war. It took a lot of time to find it but... come on!" You grabbed his hands from your face and tugged him off of the couch. "Let me show you some of the stuff I found."

They can say, they can it all sounds crazy

They can say, they can say we've lost our minds

I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy

Runaway to a world that we design

The two of you arrived to the room that you occupied while staying in Stark Tower. You pushed Steve towards your bed to sit down before going to your closet and pulling out a box from the top shelf and setting it on the bed. "It's not much, but I figured there were some things you'd want to move into our apartment if you come along with me."

You opened the box and pulled out several of the items that used to belong to Steve. The first of the items to be pulled out was an old framed photo of a pre-serum Steve and Bucky Barnes. Next came his compass which, inside, held a picture of Peggy Carter. You couldn't feel jealous over a picture. Peggy had meant a lot to him, but now he was with you, and you knew he held room in his heart for both of you.

Finally, the last item you pulled out of the box was a folded American flag. "Is that-" Steve started, but you interrupted him.

However big, however small

Let me part of it all

Share your dreams with me

"It took Stark and I weeks to track down your father's flag from the war. Several times, we were lead into a hoax, luckily no money went down the drain for it. Finally, we tracked down the Carter-Sousa family and found out that they had the flag the whole time. Apparently Peggy took it in after you passed," you said, sitting down next to Steve in the bed. "We have his medals in the box, too, but I figured you would want to see this first. We can frame it in one of those flag frames that they have nowadays if you want."

You glanced up at Steve to see the tears forming in his eyes, staring at his deceased father's flag. "I-I... Thank you, Y/N. This means the world to me."

Gently, your hand cupped his face, wiping away the tear that managed to escape and start heading down his cheek. He gave you a grateful smile, and you couldn't help but feel your heart melt with so much love and adoration for the person in front of you. "So what do you say to the apartment? It's not much, I know that, but I'm willing to make it work if you are."

I think of what the world could be

A vision of the one I see

A million dreams is all it's gonna take

A million dreams for the world we're gonna make

Steve's lips pressed against your own. The kiss was different from ones the two of you had shared before. Most were sweet, chaste kisses made in secrecy since neither of you were big on public displays of affection. But this one felt different. It was filled with passion and a promise for a future where you can be together, maybe even a family one day.

"I can't imagine a more perfect place to start a home," Steve finally said once he separated from the kiss. His forehead rested against your own as your heavy breaths filled the otherwise silent room. "I love you. I don't know what I did to be gifted such an amazing person to have by my side yet here you are."

"I love you, too, Stevie." You kissed his nose before leaning back a little so that you could take in his entire face. Smiling at him, you bopped his nose with your finger. "This feels like a dream come true."

He hummed in response before dragging you back down into a kiss. Yeah, you thought, I could spend the rest of my life like this and never feel tired or regretful.