Maeve Stirling has always had her powers. Freezing time and moving objects with her mind was her little hope in her tiny, normal world.
Until one day, she serves the Cap himself some apple pie, her whole world changes.
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I paced nervously around my flat. I had gotten dressed at least six different times, all various different kinds of looks. I even dressed like how I did in middle school; dark and depressing with a lot of teenage angst.
I finally set on just a normal pair of black jeans and a white tee, tying my hair back with whatever I could find.
10 o'clock on the dot, the was a sharp knock at my door. When I opened it, Steve was standing before me. I smiled at him softly.
"Hey," I said, clearing my throat. "Should we go?" I grabbed a black hoodie from off a nearby coat rack.
"After you." Steve looked as amazing as always, those bright eyes and charismatic smile could make any girl swoon. And it definitely had an effect on me. I closed the door and locked it behind me.
"I know a good place that's just walking distance, wanna check it out?" I asked and he nodded, placing a hand gently on my back, steering me away from an oncoming bicyclier.
"I would love to do that," His hand remained at the small of my back as we walked.
"What business did you attend to today?" I asked and he smiled fondly.
"Yelled at Fury for putting lives in danger then took a walk down memory lane," he replied. "Fury showed me a project I am not entirely fond of. Making people afraid to stand up to the government."
I looked up at him while we waited at a crosswalk. "Do you want to talk about it?"
His eyes scanned the faces of people around them. "Not here, but soon." I just nodded slowly.
"Are you in danger, Steve?" I asked lowly and he chuckled. "This isn't funny, Rogers. You're Captain America, not Superman."
"My whole life is danger, Maeve." He remarked and I elbowed him. He leaned down to my ear as he spoke."But no, I am not in immediate danger, this is just highly classified information." I just looked at him, cocking an eyebrow at him. "I promise."
"You better be. I can't have someone who I have an unspoken thing with to be gettin' killed," I joked and he laughed loudly.
"It would be a waste," He replied, his voice soft and full of context that I couldn't read. There was a silence that fell on our conversation "I went to the Smithsonian. To the Captain America exhibit."
"And how was that stroll down history highway?" I lightly took Steve's wrist and guided him inside the small corner coffee shop.
"Insightful," He said thoughtfully as we walked up to the counter. "I'll have a black coffee and whatever she's having."
"Just green tea, please." I said and he smiled at me fondly. "What? It helps calm nerves."
"Are you nervous?" He mumbled to me as he paid the bartrista.
"Extremely." I replied, smile frozen on my face as we made our way to a table at the side of the shop. "Usually talks like this never end well, especially in a public area. They end in tears, pain, and heartbreak."
"Well, I don't think that it will end in any of those,"
I could feel my eyes light up. "Oh?" The barista yelled our order and he went to go grab it. As he stood, my eyes travelled up and down his figure on their own.
Okay, damn, Cap. America's taking a win for that ass. I shook myself from my thoughts as Steve turned around, drinks in hand. He sat down across the small table from me and I took my drink from his hands.
I mumbled a thanks and shifted nervously in my seat. He reached over and placed a hand on mine.
"I went through my life today and realized that me being a war hero is not my life any more. That was in the past and my present..." He trailed off and paused. "I want to give this a try. I want to give us a try. I can't promise you that I can always be around you or talking to you because of SHIELD, but we can try."
I laced my fingers through his. "Trying is the one of the things I'm great at,"
"I gotta go somewhere and visit a friend. Come with me and maybe we can plan the details of first date?" His puppy dog eyes were something that I knew I would never be able to say no to, and this was no exception.
"How can I say no to that face?"
✪ ✪ ✪ "The thing is I think it's getting worse. A cop pulled me over last week, he thought I was drunk. I swerved to miss a plastic bag. I thought it was an IED." I recognized this place from when My uncle used to go to war PTSD meetings.
"Some stuff you leave there, other stuff you bring back. It's our job to figure out how to carry it. Is it gonna be in a big suitcase or in a little man-purse? It's up to you," I recognized the man as Sam Wilson, he helped out my uncle Daniel when he came back from his fifth tour.
"I know him," I said to Steve as Sam wrapped up the meeting and said goodbye to the veterans.
"My uncle served. Helped him a bunch."
"I didn't know you had family who served," Steve said, looking down at me.
"All the men in my family have served. The witch gene is only passed through female generations. So all the males ones wanted to make themselves useful in their own way," I shrugged and looked at my hands. "It almost seems like a curse."
Steve frowned and took my hand, interlacing our fingers. "What you have isn't a curse, It's an amazing gift. You're special, Maeve."
"Thank you, Steve."
"Look who it is. The running man and good ole Daniel's niece." Sam smiled. I waved from Steve's side.
"Caught the last few minutes. It's pretty intense,"
"Yeah, brother, we all got the same problems. Guilt, regret." He shrugged one shoulder.
"You lose someone?" Steve asked.
"My wingman, Riley. Flying a night mission.Standard PJ rescue op, nothing we hadn't done a thousand times before, till RPG knock Riley's dumb ass out of the sky. Nothing I could do. It's like I was up there just to watch."
"I'm sorry," Steve looked at me briefly. I scrunched my eyebrows slightly.
"After that, I had really hard time finding a reason for being over there, you know?"
"But you're happy now, back in the world?"
"Hey, the number of people giving me orders is down to about zero. So, hell, yeah. You thinking about getting out?" I looked at Steve and watched his features carefully. With everything he had told me, I didn't think he ever would leave the service.
"No. I don't know. To be honest, I don't know what I would do with myself if I did."
"Ultimate fighting?" Sam joked.
Steve and I laughed and I squeezed his hand. "I think he'd make a great Olympic runner,"
"It's just a great idea off the top of my head. But seriously, you could do whatever you want to do. What makes you happy?" Sam asked him and I felt him tense slightly beside me. When I met his eyes, he was looking right at me.
