Stucky (OneShots)(Requests Closed)

Robber of My Heart| AU

Summary: Steve Rogers is just a ordinary guy running a ordinary errand but things get hectic when he's suddenly in the middle of a inescapable situation...

Warnings: Guns, Explicit Language

Word Count:2200

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Tendrils of smoke swirled around Steve's head, blocking his vision momentarily until they drifted away.

Steve took another slow drag of his cigarette before throwing the remaining piece to the ground, placing his shoe over it and twisting to put it out. He exhaled once more before checking his watch, making sure he was right on time, which he was.

He started walking, a steady and smooth pace, toward the bank. It was a regular bank, nothing much special about it. Uptight security. Perky tellers. Money. Same old, same old.

Steve was glad he'd taken a quick smoke before; he wasn't sure he could handle any personal encounters without one to calm his nerves.

A few more strides and he had the door handle sitting in his hand, but he had one more thing to do before he entered the bank.

Carefully removing the dog tags laying around his neck, his lifted them to his cold lips, pressing them against the thin metal and muttering a phrase before stuffing them in his coat pocket.

The door gave some resistant at Steve's tug, as it was a bit heavy, but due to  Steve's muscular build, it took little to no effort at all. Upon stepping into the doorway, he flashed the security guard a blinding smile, to which she simply ignored, but hey, can't blame Steve for trying to be a nice guy.

Steve quickly surveyed the room. Four security guards, at least ten employees, an elderly couple, and a middle age woman with a pouty teenager. Not bad, especially since it was a Friday morning; the bank was usually filled to the brim with people demanding withdrawals to fund their Friday night shenanigans.

Steve's eyes quickly spotted the teller, who was standing at her desk staring right at Steve. Steve smiled at her as he ambled over to her desk. As he leaned against the polished wood, he glanced at her nametag. Ms.Harding. She looked like a nice enough lady.

"Hello Sir. What may I do for you today?"

"The way your looking, there's many things you can do for me today."

Steve's flirting skills did not seem to seduce the woman as Steve thought they would.

"Sir, that type of talk does not work on me. Maybe on my gullible coworker Debbie, but not on me. So if you want to flirt with someone, go to her. She'll fall for you faster than the Stock Market in 1929."

Steve blinked, slightly taken aback by the woman's comeback, but instantly regained his composure. Showing another smile, he tried to reverse his mistake.

"I'm so sorry ma'am, your just such a gorgeous lady; the words just tumbled out my mouth before I had time to think about them. I hope this does not make things awkward between us."

"Yeah...so what can I do for you today, Sir?"

Steve huffed. Not as much as a nice lady as he thought.

"I would like to retrieve some items from my safety-deposit box. Some important papers about my grandfathers estate."

Ms. Harding finally smiled, her teeth straight and white, her features crinkling just a little.

"Well, that I can help you with. Follow me, Sir."

Another employee popped out of nowhere, his hands filled with paperwork and two small cups of steaming coffee. He held out one of the cups toward Ms. Harding.