"i think i better go before i do something i might regret"
Summary: He was a master of waiting too long. Thank goodness you were so impatient. (Reader/Steve Rogers)
Steve Grant Rogers tends to overthink things, make sure and double sure that everything is all right with everyone. He’s not a people pleaser by a long shot, but he knows the team works better when everyone gets along. Sometimes, he does it too well that he forgets what he wants – gets to caught up in the mantle of Captain America that he forgets that there is even a Steve to begin with.
He forgets there’s a Steve even now a year into his retirement. He still finds people to help, picks up odd jobs here and there. Somewhere along the line, he forget that he wanted a good life, a wife, maybe a couple a kids and a big dog upstate – all the things he had been promise after all the warfare.
It took him awhile to find someone that sparked that wish in him, but he found them – found you in a little dingy bar near Chicago. That bartender that just curses a bit too much (more than him and he’s an old solider) but is nice to all the gals that need help getting rid of some creep or is watching over who is drinking what.
The owner always tries to step him up with some pretty gal, but his eyes always end up glancing at the bar. Soft smile and a wink here and there. Sometimes, he thinks its friendly or strictly professional, but never in that way -- and good to you hate him for it.
He always stays until closing on your night shifts, sometimes (like tonight) and even shares a couple of drinks with you, talking about simple things. Though, this time your frustration leads to talking about past relationships.
“So, have you ever thought of anyone seriously since?” you can’t help but ask, looking at him from across the counter top with bright, hopeful eyes as he finished talking about a Sharon Carter --now happily married-- from a few years back, “Maybe some of the gals Tate tries to have you look at?”
“Yes, but not them,” he explains bashfully, as he rubs the back of his neck.
“Oh, then who?” you can’t help but ask, to hope just a little.
“I think I better go before I do something I might regret,” he states, but rather weakly as your hand on his wrist stops all movement. Blue eyes turn to look at you, and you suddenly understand who he is talking about.
“Would you? “Regret it with me?” you question in the most heartbreaking sort of way that makes him sit that down.
“No, never,” Steve tries his best to explain, make up an excuse that he might not be there all the time -- that there things he stills wants to see, “It just isn’t the right time.”
“Rogers, sometimes I think you need to follow that old saying,” you state with a slight tease before going in for the kill, “Grab life by the horns.”
You do it for him, grab his chin and lean into the counter top pressing your lips together until the position starts to burn at your muscles and you need air. You separate and there’s a hazy look in his eyes, as you let out a soft laugh.
“See. Was that so hard?”
He shows you it isn’t by kissing you first this time.
