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"(Y/N)? Is that you?"
1945. A significant year for many across the world. Usually identified as the end of WW2 or the fall of Hitler. For you, It's identified as the loss of a great man or the year HE died. Almost everyone knows his...
(Y/N) groaned as the bright sunlight slipped through her blinds and hit her smack in the face. She pulled her blanket over her head and tried to succumb to sleep once more before a specifically loud Asgardian burst through her door.
"Lady (Y/N)! The Captain of America is looking for you!" He practically shouted. (Y/N) angrily jerked her blanket down and glared at the blonde prince. He was oblivious of her gaze and smiled widely at the grumpy super soldier. "Good morning Lady (Y/N)." (Y/N) didn't respond and sluggishly pulled herself out of bed.
"Can I have privacy to change?" Thor nodded and left. She pulled out some jeans and a band t-shirt from her drawer and dressed hastily. She pulled on some combat boots and ran a brush through her hair before leaving her room and heading for the kitchen.
Other than herself, Tony was also in the kitchen, downing some ibuprofen and water for the massive hangover he had. "Morning sleepy head." He attempted to tease, but failed because of his sluggish state. "You look pitiful Stark." Tony rolled his eyes at the (h/c)ette. She retrieved (favorite cereal) from the cabinet and poured it into a bowl along with some milk.
She sat next to the hungover Tony and began to eat her breakfast. There was silence until (Y/N) finished her breakfast and threw the bowl in the sink. "Really? Couldn't clean up after yourself?" (Y/N) stuck her tounge out at Tony. "It's not my day for dishes. If I recall, it's yours." Tony playfully glared at his comrade. "Your just tryna make it harder for me." (Y/N) shrugged. "Maybe I am."
"There you are (Y/N)." Steve walked through the doorway with a smile on his face. "Whats up?" (Y/N) asked. He walked over to his love interest and smiled cheekily. "I believe it's Friday." (Y/N)'s eyes widened and she then smiled. "Lemme get ready." She sprinted down the hall and aggressively turned into her room, shutting the door behind her. She changed into a cream sweatshirt, leggings, brown suede boots, and a blue skirt with a matching bag.
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She place her old clothes on her bed and applied light makeup. She left her room to meet Steve in the main area. He smiled at (Y/N) and she smiled back. "Let's get going." (Y/N) nodded and he held the door open for her. They went to the garage and boarded Steve's motorcycle. They then rode to a nearby coffee shop not too far from the tower.
Upon arrival, the couple hopped of the motorcycle and Steve hurried to hold to door for her. "Steve, ypu don't have to do that everytime." "I think I do." (Y/N) rolled her eyes and entered the cafe. She placed her stuff at the table. "Sit, I'm ordering." "But-" "No buts, What do you want?" Steve sat down, defeated. "An iced Americano please." (Y/N) snickered to herself.
"What?" He asked. She shook her head. "Nothing." She walked over to the counter and began to order. "An iced Americano and a (your coffee order) please." The barista nodded and gave her the cost. She quickly paid and moved to the end of the counter where the orders were placed.
She stood patiently for the coffee. Another person stood next to her. She looked over and was met with a masculine, meat headed looking man. "So, what is a pretty girl like you here alone?" He asked. (Y/N) sighed. "I'm here with a friend." The man's hand lingered a little to close to her butt, Making her uncomfortable. "(Y/N) and Steve?" She heard her name called and retrieved her coffee.
"Well, it was nice to meet you sir, have a great day." She maneuvered herself around the meathead and towards her table. Steve looked up from his phone and smiled at his date. "You would not believe the man I just met." Steve's brow furrowed. "He's over there. Lousily attempted to hit on me." Steve's gaze shifted to the man, who was staring at the duo. "He's staring.." Steve warned. (Y/N) smirked and flicked Steve's hat off his head. The man's face went white and he turned back to the counter.
Steve put on his hat again and laughed at (Y/N)'s shenanigans. The couple then conversed over their coffee, laughing at Stark's stupidity and discussing the night before. "I don't think Tony realized I picked the lock." Steve chuckled. "He was wasted (Y/N/N). He wouldn't notice anything." (Y/N) laughed.
When they finished their drinks, they threw away the paper cups and left the cafe. Steve was walking in front of (Y/N). "Hey Steve." "Hmm?" He hummed. "Turn around." He spun on his heel only for (Y/N) to press her lips to his. He was shocked but eased into the kiss. She pulled away and smiled at Steve's flushed face. "Let's go golden boy." He laughed at her nickname and helped her onto his bike and rode back to the tower.
