Marvel Imagines and Preferences

Time After Time- Steve Rogers

1942

(Y/N)'s POV:

"STEVE PLEASE COME GET YOUR COAT OFF OF MY NICE DRESS!! IT'S THE ONLY ONE I HAVE THAT IS NICE ENOUGH FOR MY NIGHT OUT WITH JAMES TONIGHT!!" I screamed from my bedroom. Steve had a habit of coming home from getting beat up in an alleyway and he would set his dirty coat on my things no matter what was sitting on that chair he would set his things down on top of it.

James had promised to take me out to dinner. This was not a date. The truth is that James Buchanan Barnes is too much of a playboy for my liking. We were going on a double date he was bringing a friend for me and I am bringing a friend for him. The only problem I had now was that I had nothing to wear since Steve had put his dirty coat on my freshly steamed and ironed dress. "What do I wear now?" I said to myself while looking through my closet. All I could see were old dresses I've had for years. Nothing new and fresh for tonight.

"How about this?" I then looked in my doorway and Steve was standing there holding a beautiful new dress which you could tell he spent all night last night making for me. "Steve, this is gorgeous. When did you have time to make this," I asked while taking the dress from his hands and immediately put it on.

"It was the last thing I owned of my mother's and It wasn't your size so I had to make it more your style and size last night so that it was ready for you tonight," He said as I slipped into the dress with ease. He then came up behind me and zipped me up.

I went to put my shoes and makeup on and eventually James came home and we headed to meet our friends at the fair down the road.

"There is the leftover chicken in the icebox and a can of beans in the cupboard. Money to see a film on the counter and some clean clothes in my room next to your dirty coat," I said while James got my coat and I got my purse. "We will be home before nine," James said as he opened the door for me. "Guys, I will be fine," Steve said while stubbing his toe on the couch. I moved an inch closer to him as a reflex so that I could help him but James grabbed my arm. "First-Aid is above the icebox," I said while smiling softly at Steve. He smiled back and shyly looked at the ground.