You’re Such A Dream To Me | Sweetener
Summary: Steve Rogers is the perfect hero, perfect soldier. But is he the perfect boyfriend.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
A/N: The third part in my Sweetener drabble series based on REM.
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Steve Rogers is the perfect person. She knew that the first moment that they met. She had been working in the coffee shop down the street from the Avengers compound. She would sometimes see SHIELD agents and office workers in and out of her sister’s shop. But none of the big six ever swung by. She never expected them to either. And she didn’t mind.
Until Steve Rogers walked in one day, plaid button up tucked into brown slacks, his blonde hair slicked back. He looked like the perfect gentleman. She had learned about Captain America in school, of course. Everyone did. And he had been described as the perfect soldier. No one told her that he was perfect full stop.
He waited in line, even letting an older lady skip ahead of him. And when he got to the counter, he smiled at her. And she turned into jelly. She had never understand the term ‘butterflies in your stomach’ until that moment. She handed him his order, for the whole team, he had explained.
She never expected to see him again. it was a once off thing and she was okay with that.
But he came the next day, and the next, and the next. Always during her shift. And he was always served by her. Soon their conversations became longer and soon he was stopping by when she was on her lunch break. And then one day he arrived in a leather jacket, sunglasses covering his face and she thought she would collapse right there and then.
And he beamed at her. Like she was the only person in the world. And he waited for her break to sit with her, his hand stretching over to touch hers. And that’s when he asked the question she had been waiting to hear since he walked through the door.
‘Will you go to dinner with me, darling?’ he asked, a shy smile on his face.
What did Captain America need to be shy about?
He had picked her up that Friday, she had worn a baby blue tea dress and a pair of block heels. And he had to do a double take, a wide smile growing on his face as a blush coloured his cheeks. She dropped her head bashfully. She couldn’t understand how Steve Rogers thought she was attractive. But hell, here they were sharing a dessert.
They had laughed and chatted and learned so much about one another as they tucked into their main course. She learned about growing up in the twenties and thirties, the reality of war and what the serum felt like. She told him that she was working her sister’s coffee shop, it was supposed to be a temporary thing but she loved it. She loved working with her sister. Helping her run the business. Testing out new teas and coffees. Baking the treats. Steve grinned at this, making her blush for probably the ninetieth time that evening.
She smiled wider and began to explain her love of baking. It was something that she and her mother had done when she was growing up. It was her mother’s dream to own a bakery someday. But when she was fifteen and her sister was eighteen their parents died in a car crash. They had promised to keep their parents wishes alive. So her sister set up the tiny coffee shop and every morning before school she would bake a tray of something. She would make more during the weekend.
She had planned to go to college to become a marine biologist, but she loved that coffee shop so much. She couldn’t leave. And she couldn’t leave her sister alone. They struggled the first few years, their aunt helped them but she had a family of her own to worry about too. So they were on their own for most of it. But they had each other. They had each other and that was all that mattered.
Steve smiled at her, like he understood.
And he told her about Bucky. And she had squeezed his hand when a sob caught in his throat.
He walked her home, wrapped his jacket around her shoulders. And she smiled as she looked up at the small apartment above the coffee shop. He had kissed her, it was soft, it was gentle. It was everything she needed but she was desperate for more. But Steve had pulled away from her, bid her goodnight, waiting for her to open the pink door of the coffee shop and head up the stairs to her home with her sister.
And she had fallen into bed thinking about the best night of her life...
‘What are you thinking about?’
‘Hm?’ she breathed, turning to look at the man in the bed beside her, light streaming in through the window. The morning sun reflected off his blonde hair, a smile on his face.
She smiled at him, ‘About our first date. About how perfect you have always been. You’re like a dream.’
He chuckled, kissing his wife softly, as his hand rested on her growing stomach.
‘I don’t know, I think you’re a dream to me,’ he whispered softly.
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