Steve Rogers Imagines

Worlds apart

The London tube was always packed at the best of times, right now was the worst time, I was making my way back to my flat after a long day of work. I'd just come back from a mission and my boss demanded that I did my mission report immediately, not even allowing me to change and have a shower. There's always that person on public transport that nobody wants to be stood near, despite the fact I'd changed out of my bloody uniform I still looked and smelt like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. The tube was packed, and the heat of the summer was making it 100 times worse. When it finally pulled into the station, I fought my way through the crowded train and onto the platform breathing a large sigh of relief that I was finally out in the open air, only to remember I still had to walk another 20 minutes back to my flat. The energy needed to put the key in the door was almost too much but finally I was home and I dumped my bags by the door before shuffling tiredly towards the couch before collapsing in a tired heap. "long day at work?" my flatmate Emily says walking in, "long week at work" I say my voice muffled by the pillow, "well you better go get in the shower you've got that big party to go to" she says pulling me up to a sitting position. "what party?" I moan lying back down and hiding underneath a pillow, "that work party, with that Iron Man guy is hosting, you're representing MI6 remember" Emily reminds me. I groan remembering I'd agreed to go, "why me" I complain, "because you're an ex Shield agent and your old boss might be there" she explains "now get up and have a shower before you're late" she says pulling me up from the couch and dragging me towards my room. "and you can't back out because you'll get fired" she adds with a final push towards the shower. I sigh knowing she was right and go jump in the shower feeling instantly revived as the hot water hit my skin. Time almost got away from me and once again I was rushing but this time to get out of the house, "oh you look nice" Emily says as I rush through the flat trying to find my heels "thanks you haven't seen my blue heels have you?" I ask her. "oh yeah in my room forgot to tell you I borrowed them, and slow down I'm sure the driver won't mind waiting a few minutes" she tells me, "wait driver?" I ask her. "yeah there's a car with stark industries logo on it, I'm assuming it's for you" she says pointing out the window, "oh wow, I'd could get used to this" I mutter.

I step out of the car and look up at the tower in front of me, "hi welcome to the Stark Industries London HQ, what's you're name and business?" a well dressed man on the door asks, "oh uh (Y/N) (Y/L/N), MI6" I tell him. "lovely to have you here Miss (Y/L/N), the party is on the top floor" he smiles pointing towards the elevator, "thank you" I smile heading towards the elevator. Once inside I notice the lack of buttons "top floor miss?" a male voice says, I glance around confused "uh yes" I say still looking for the source of the voice. "I have notified the host of your arrival, enjoy the party" the voice says as the door open and I see the large party in front of me. I step out and glance around desperately hoping there would be someone I recognised but so far no one, "bar it is then" I mutter to myself. I sit by myself slowing sipping at my drink watching the party around me, I chuckle to myself as I 'read' the people around me. There were some obvious categories that people fell into, the ladies that were just invited for the party, the business men that were all about business nothing else, and the business men that as soon as alcohol touched their lips they turned into men on stag do's. "now who do we have here?" I hear someone say behind me, I turn around and find myself face to face with the host himself. "Mr Stark how lovely to meet you" I say holding my hand out for a hand shake, he takes my hand and pulls it towards his lips for a kiss. "no lovely to meet you, now explain something to me, why is a beautiful American girl like you doing working for the boring MI6?" he asks me taking a sip of his drink. "does James Bond sound boring to you?" I ask him, "no, but he's not real, me however darling, 100% real" he smirks seductively. I raise a brow at him wondering if he pulled these moves on all the women here, "I'd rather have Bond" I tell him making his smile falter slightly. I hear the small chuckle behind me "you heard her tony, maybe try your moves elsewhere" a voice says behind me, "shut it capsicle, at least I'm not a 90 year old virgin" tony scoffs. Captain America himself comes and stands by my side with a warm smile, "now that's no way to talk to a living legend" I say shaking my head at Tony. Tony shakes his head "I'm getting bullied by a chick I don't even know, I'm going to find Rhodey" he says grabbing his drink and leaving. "I'm sorry about him" Captain America says moving to face me, "its nothing I'm used to playboys that have no chance" I smile "(Y/N) by the way" I say holding my hand out, "steve, lovely to meet you, am I right in saying I over heard you saying you worked for MI6?" he asks me. "yes you are" I smile, "so how long have you worked there?" he asks me seemingly really interested. "nearly a year, I used to work and live in DC but shield fell and I got a job offer here" I explain, I see his smile grow wider "I thought I recognised you from somewhere" he chuckles "sorry I put you out of a job" he apologises. "no don't apologise, HYDRA needed to go and if it meant shield falling then that's what you gotta do" I tell him with a smile. "although saying that falling into the Potomac river is not something I suggest" I smirk, "yeah it wasn't the most pleasant" he chuckles "so are you enjoying the party?" he asks. "I guess as much as I can when you don't know anyone" I say shrugging my shoulders, "you know me" steve points out. "very true, its good to know at least someone" I smirk. Me and steve ended up talking the entire night "its getting late I should probably head home" I sigh not really wanting to leave despite at the beginning of the night I wanted to be anywhere else. "let me walk you out" steve smiles, as we step out onto the street steve looks up and sighs. "I thought new York had changed, but london has too" he sighs, "when was the last time you were here?" I ask him. "the war" he says, "a really long time then, well if you need a tour guide let me know" I smile, "I think I'll take you up on that, how about tomorrow?" he asks. "tomorrow, meet you here at 11?" I smile, "11 it is, see you tomorrow (Y/N)" he smiles, "see you tomorrow steve" I smile stepping into the car.