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Nervous

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: He saw her on a Sunday in a café, and when she looked his way his hands started to shake and his mind started to race.

(Based on Nervous by Shawn Mendes)

Warnings: Your heart is going to melt.

Steve Rogers didn’t know what exactly persuaded him to take a walk through the city. It was a brisk November morning, the chilly air not quite bothering him, but he still pulled up his scarf to hide his face. Steve had one of those rare days off, where cabin fever and boredom kicked in and not even extra training sessions could help.

So he ventured out from the compound, enjoying the bustle of New York City. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry, from the rush of pedestrians to the disdain of the cold. Not that it bothered Steve, no one spared him a second glance.

He had been wandering for about an hour, staring at Christmas displays in windows until he was stopped in his tracks. Steve immediately felt as if it were a July afternoon, his palms sweating.

Steve had his eyes fixed upon the most beautiful sight.

She seemed his age (you know, physically) with Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes. Her lips were painted a deep red, as her hands held a steaming mug, which she occasionally sipped from leaving a red mark on the cup.

It was almost like Steve forgot to breathe. He didn’t know what drew her to him exactly, but it was like a magnet was pulling him in. He began to walk into the café, opening the wood door. A tinkling of bells filled the air, as Y/E/C met baby blue.

Steve immediately became nervous. Why was he nervous, he was Captain America! And she was a pretty girl, and he found his hands shaking as he fidgeted with them. He wanted to smack himself for staring at her. But all she did was smile warmly, casting her gaze away to sip her drink.

He exhaled, quickly ordering a drink and sitting down across the room, pulling off his scarf. He could feel his face tingling, Steve trying to will himself to stop blushing.

His drink was called by the barista, Steve standing and taking it as well as tipping generously. Once he turned back to his seat he noticed the girl was gone from her seat at the window. Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair as he took a drink.

Steve almost spat it out when he heard the sound of a chair creak.

The girl sat down in front of him with a teasing smile. She seemed to look his face up and down, an amused expression settling on her own when noticing his wide eyes and slacked jaw.

“You know, if you take a picture it’ll last longer.”

Steve stuttered, “I-uhm... I’m sorry?”

She chuckled a bit. “You’ve been staring at me for ten minutes. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“It’s kind of hard not to.” Steve replied sheepishly, setting down his mug.

It was the girl’s turn to blush, as she sat back in her chair. “Do you say that to every pretty girl you meet?”

“You’d be surprised. I’ve never really cared to talk to pretty girls in my line of work.” He shrugged.

She raised an eyebrow. “Line of work, huh? What are you, a drug dealer?”

Steve burst out into laughter, shaking his head, before looking at her clueless expression. He sobered at that. Did she really not know who he is? “No, no. I work at Stark Industries.”

“Aha, I see now. I’m surprised you’re here and not at a bar.” She smirked.

“Some days I question that myself.”

The girl began to laugh, offering her hand to him to shake. Her nails were painted a neutral pink, Steve relishing the warmth of her hand. “Y/N L/N.”

“Steve... Daniels. Nice to meet you.” Steve responded back.

“Well, Mr. Daniels, what brings you into the snowmaggedon?” Y/N smirked, taking a sip from her mug. Steve didn’t know drinks very well, but it looked like some kind of cappuccino or latte. He just always drank coffee with a little bit of creamer.

Steve shifted in his seat a bit, sighing with one palm around his own mug of steaming caffeine. “Cabin fever. You?”

“Inspiration.” Y/N mused, wiggling her fingers for emphasis. “Can’t fund much cooped in my flat. Also needed to pick up some new records from down the street.”

She collects records? How more perfect can she get?, Steve wondered. “What kind of inspiration.”

“People.” She shrugged, reaching into a bag and pulling out a notebook, sliding it across to Steve. He raised his eyebrows in consent, Y/N nodding her head. Steve delicately opened the book, the air getting knocked from his lungs with every page he turned.

One was of a man in a business suit and coat, arm up in a call for a taxi cab. Another a woman laughing in a man’s chest as he brushes snow out of her wildly curly hair. Another of a little bright-eyed girl, all bundled up in winter clothing and grinning.

“Y/N... these are amazing.” Steve breathed out, looking up at her in awe.

She waved her hand, shaking her head and taking a final swig of her drink. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?! These are fantastic!!” He insisted, sliding the book back to Y/N. “You’re fantastic.”

“Awww.” Y/N smiled with a slight pout as she picked up the book. “You’re making me blush, Steve.”

His name sounded like a melody from her lips, and he wanted nothing more than for her to say it again.

Oh, yeah...

Steve Rogers was whipped.

The two talked for a couple hours, Steve lingering on every word she spoke, Y/N enthusiastically voicing her thoughts and absent-mindedly scribbling sketches. Steve never wanted this to end, just the two of them and the coffee shop and the snow, with the distant trilling of Christmas ballads and the grinding of coffee machines and clinking of mugs. Just the two of them.

But, as the man had discovered a decade ago, time is never on our sides.

Because when Steve Rogers returned to his table after a quick bathroom run, her chair was empty. He looked around, hoping she was possibly ordering another drink or in the bathroom herself, but her coat and bag were absent from the table.

Steve collapsed into his chair, defeat weighing on him and anxiety coursing. Did he say something wrong? Was she never into him from the start? He sighed, looking up to see two folded pieces of paper, one a lined notebook paper the other sketch paper. He picked up the lined paper first, unfolding it.

Steve,

Sorry I had to leave so suddenly and while you were in the bathroom at that! Probably made me look like an epic douche. So sorry, but the transformers near my apartment froze and my power’s out, so henceforth I must rescue my poor cat from becoming a block of ice.

I loved getting to know you, plus you said you’d let me trade some vinyls with you, so it’s only fair we meet again, hm? But can’t let you meet the cat, I have a six month rule and I can’t have him getting attached. You can call me later...

(XXX)-XXX-XXXX

Y/N

P.S. is the sheid like a boomerang or a frisbee? Asking for a friend.

Steve raised his eyebrows, a laugh escaping his lips. So she did suspect he was not Steve Daniels. He shook his head, putting her number in his phone before picking up the last piece of paper and flipping it over.

It was a coffee shop, a large window in the front and graphite snow falling, as a man and a woman sat across from each other, mugs in their hands and smiles on their faces.

Steve smiled, carefully folding it and placing it in his coat breast pocket, before standing and leaving the coffee shop, with the goofiest, happiest smile on his face that not even Stark could erase.

Why was he even Nervous?

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