Ava Jackson never thought she'd find someone like her, someone who's different. That is until she met Steve Rogers, the Brooklyn boy that changed her life.
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A V A ' S P O V
I walked around the small dainty diner, tidying up the tables as I waited for more customers to arrive.
It was a slow day, which I enjoyed because talking to people isn't my strongest ability. Let's just say I tend to embarrass myself at times when I'm not trying to embarrass myself. If that makes any sense.
Also there's a lot of customers who come in here that are quite rude, it's mostly all the young bucks that think they're all that when really they're just big jerks.
"M'am?" A male voice spoke up. "Coffee, please."
I turned around to see the familiar short boy, Steve. He was quite small, like me. He was sitting at the table and across from him was a dark headed fella that I've never met before.
Which he was quite handsome I have to admit.
"One second." I said and grabbed a pot of coffee from the machines and carried it towards their table.
"How are you boys doing today?" I asked as I poured coffee into the white mugs.
"Great, Thank you." Steve replied and I smiled.
"Good, is there anything else I could get for you boys?" I asked them.
"No, coffee is fine doll." The dark headed one replied.
I looked at him with a raised brow, blushing slightly.
Doll?
Steve looked up at me and must've noticed my quizzical look.
"Excuse him, Bucky doesn't know how to talk when talking to women." He apologized and looked at his friend.
"Neither do you pal." He defended.
I chuckled at the two. "It's alright, that was probably the nicest of what I've been called around here." I said. "If you need anything else just call me over."
I stepped away from the table and went back to the front of the diner where I began to refill some napkin dispensers to pass time.
Occasionally I'd look over at the two best friends who were laughing and enjoying each other's time together.
I felt a pang of emptiness within me, as I watched them. I've never experienced what it's like to have friends or family. I've been alone most of my life.
But that's something you get used to after a while I suppose.
Eventually the two boys left, but not after thanking me and leaving a nice three dollar tip. The most I get is 75 cents, maybe a dollar on a good day. So that was sweet of them.
I hope to see them again, at least Steve. He's different than most boys, and I don't mean because he's scrawny. I mean because he is a genuine person and I haven't met very many people like him.
It almost gives me hope that maybe just maybe I could get start a friendship with him.
That little guy from Brooklyn is going to change my life.
Authors Note: I've been wanting to write a pre serum Steve Rogers story for a while, because I feel that there's not enough stories about pre serum Steve on Wattpad. He's deserves more stories, he's adorable.
