I Dream of Captain Rogers

Prologue

He stares into the horizon at nothing but sea for miles and miles on end. His transceiver not working was the perfect icing on top of this perfect disaster. Sighing, Steve begins to pick up the sticks and other debris on the beach. He arranges them to spell out a large 'SOS' in the sand. Gathering up some of the fallen palm leaves uncovers a strange purple bottle with dark pink markings. He ignores the bottle, his curiosity not peaked enough to abandon his attempt at being rescued. Walking a few steps back towards his only hope, he feels a bump against his boot. Looking down he discovers the bottle.

"Strange," he mutters to himself. Continuing to arrange the browning leaves. Another tap on his boot prompts him to pick the bottle up. He uncorks the bottle, looking inside.

"What is this?" he wonders aloud, beginning to wipe the sand off of the bottle. Lavender mist begins to flow out of the opening. Steve stares in amazement as a girl with (y/h/c) suddenly appears in front of him.

The girl bows her head as she sinks to her knees gracefully. She says something to him in a language he doesn't know. Steve stares at her before rubbing his eyes. I have to be dreaming, he thinks. The girl looks up at him. He's awestruck by how beautiful she is with her (y/h/c) hair in a high pony and her (y/e/c) eyes. The girl stands, looking equally as awestruck as he feels. She walks towards him slowly her smile brightening as she gazes at him.

"Ooh," she sighs breathily.

Suddenly the girl has her lips pressed up to his, her arms wrapped tightly around his body. She pulls away grinning.

Steve stares at her, confusion written on his face, "I must have hit my head when I landed." He says dreamily. The girl giggles and says something in her language.

"So, who are you?" Steve asks taking a step back.

Again, the girl says something he can't understand. Steve paces, thinking over the facts. He found the mysterious purple bottle that followed him magically... and when he rubbed the side of the bottle this girl appeared. A story he heard from one of the neighbor girls in Brooklyn pops into his mind, about a magical being that lived in a bottle and granted wishes. This girl seemed to match part of the description.

"Say Miss are you by chance a Genie?" he asks. The girl answers back again in her language, nodding her head enthusiastically.

"Could you help me?" he pauses, "I need a ship to get home." The girl crosses her arms in front of her chest, blinking twice. A Viking ship appears in the water.

"Not exactly what I meant..." He looks out at the ancient ship, shielding his eyes from the sun, "Uh... No not this kind. How about a plane? Can you get me a plane? Up in the sky?" The girl nods again and says something. Again, she crosses her arms and blinks twice. A large Eagle appears on his shoulder.

"I wish she spoke English," he mutters to herself.

She begins to reply in her language, "...Somehow I must find a way to please you, Master."

"You spoke English! All I had to say was 'I wish'!" He smiles at the girl who wraps her arms around his neck affectionately.

"You can ask anything of me, Master!"

He laughs nervously as she calls him 'Master' again, "I actually don't need anything... Well, actually I could use something to get me home... Say what's your name, Miss?"

"I am (y/n), Master." The girl leans in for another kiss. Steve awkwardly leans away from her.

"I'm Steve Rogers," he holds out a hand to her. She stares at his outstretched hand before looking at him in confusion. He slowly lowers his arm back to his side, "Could you help me get home?"

"Of course, Master. How can I serve you?"

"I need—I wish I had a plane."

"A plane?" She looks at him in confusion.

"It has wings," he extends his arms like a plane's wings, "and it flies through the sky. The one I need is made by Tony Stark."

She stares for a second before crossing her arms and blinking twice. One of Tony's ships appears in the sky.

"(y/n) you did it!" Steve smiles brightly at the girl, "C'mon let's go. I'm sure Bruce and Tony would want to meet you." He collects his stuff up as the plane begins to descend.

"I'd go anywhere in the world with you Master."

Steve stops collecting up his belongings, "Wait... I can't bring you (y/n). They would think I'm crazy for believing you're a genie."

"But I am a genie master." She nods her head, frowning.

"I know that (y/n), but I'll never be able to explain you..." he silently goes over his options, "I'm setting you free."

"Oh! You have let me free Master, now I belong to you!

"You don't understand. I'm going home now, and you can go wherever you want to. Goodbye (y/n)." Steve gives her his best Captain America smile, patting her shoulder comfortingly. "Goodbye..." He turns around as the ship lands on the opposite side of the beach. He continues to pick up his stuff, assuming he'll never meet the beautiful genie again in his life.

***

You stare at your Master's back as he packs up his stuff of the beach. You pout for a second before an idea springs into your mind. My Master needs me even if he doesn't know it now.

You smile to yourself before returning to your bottle. You slyly move across the sand in the bottle and tuck yourself away into your Master's bags. Hearing his voice, and the movement as he picks up the bag, you know your plan has worked.

You really meant it when you said you'd go anywhere in the world with your Master.