Umbrella (Steve Rogers)
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A/N: So, I thought I'd try posting an imagine about another marvel character! Don’t know how much this sucks, so let me know :’)
Warnings: Someone gets beat up (it's Steve, c'mon)
Pairing: Small!Steve Rogers x Reader
// Masterlist //
90 pounds fell to the ground, four guys standing above him. "Look punk, you should know when your beat. Especially by guys twice your punk-ass." The burly men began walking away from the crumpled body. Slowly pulling himself to stand, Steve raises his tired fists. The alley was damp and somewhat visible from the street- but nobody came to assist the poor man.
With his face covered in grime, blood running from his nose and mouth. "Hey! I'm not done here. I needa teach you, boys, a lesson on how to treat a lady-!" The wind was knocked out of him by the leader of the gang, effectively laying Steve to the floor once more.
Steve didn't know how long he was on the floor but it grew dark and the pitter-patter of fresh rain sounded around him. Standing at the entrance of the alley, his head down and hands in pockets, Steve looked around at all the couples rushing for cover. He scoffed and stood in the rain, upset with himself. 'Why can't that be me? Oh yeah, because I'm a 90-pound asthmatic half the size of every doll around.'
Suddenly Steve couldn't feel the rain, which was strange because of anything the downpour only seemed to become heavier. Glancing up, Steve sees an umbrella above his head. Following the arm, he comes to a kind face, "are you okay?" She asks confidently with a tone laced with honey.
Steve could only widen his eyes as he realised their proximity; they were both under one umbrella. "U-uh, yes ma'am."
"(Y/n)"
"I'm sorry?”
The girl seemed to giggle lightly staring down at the slightly shorter man.
"My name's (y/n), may I ask yours?"
"Oh, uh Steve. Steve Rogers. It's nice to meet you , ma'am." Taking a survey of Steve's face (y/n) took his arm and began walking (more like slightly pulling) with him. "Would you mind escorting me to Frankie's Diner?"
"The one on the corner of 34th?"
"Yes, that one exactly."
"I... I- sure." To say Steve was shocked was an understatement. Here he was bruised, dirty and probably the epitome of scum but there she was. (Y/n) was dressed in a green polka-dot dress, with white gloves coating her hands.
Coming across the diner, (y/n) sat in a booth, Steve sitting opposite her. It was very fancy compared to the ones him and Bucky spent their time in and Steve doubted he could afford anything here. (Y/n) seemed to notice this, "Don't worry about it Steve, I'll get it."
"Ma'am you can't honestly expect me to-"
"Yes, I expect you will." With a firm smile, she offers him her handkerchief. "Now tell me Steve. What drives a man to reminisce in an alley while in a downpour?" Steve takes the cloth and begins to wipe some of the grime and blood from his face. Raising an eyebrow and smiling slightly, she saw the waitress approaching.
"Hello, welcome to Frankie's, what can I get you lovebirds today?"
"Oh, we're not-"
"We'll get two chocolate shakes and some large fries. Thank you." (Y/n) smiles brightly at the waitress and turns to a shocked Steve Rogers.
"Steve Rogers? My question?"
"O-oh yes well, there were some guys mistreating a lady and I had something to say about it. Bucky always told me I run into things without thinking, which isn't entirely true. The four guys obviously didn't appreciate my input on how to treat a woman and here we are..."
There was a small silence. "Four guys? And you're still alive? Steve Rogers you are amazing." Letting out a laugh, Steve soon joined her.
"And you?"
"And me..?"
"What's a beautiful dame- I mean woman- you are beautiful but... anyways..." (y/n) let out a small laugh, not breaking the established eye contact. Slightly tilting her head, she encouraged him to continue. "What are you doing out alone, late and in the rain?" Smirking, she leaned closer. Wriggling her finger to encourage him to do the same. He of course followed her direction. Inches from each other's faces, Steve couldn't help but admire, he'd never been this close to a beautiful woman before. (That he wasn't related to of course)
"Looking for something or someone exciting..."
He let out a strained breath, "did you- did you find it- them?
Smiling and not losing eye contact, (y/n) leaned even closer. Steve could now feel her breath on his lips, making him shiver.
"I just might have, Steve Rogers."
A sudden bang on the window caused the two to fly back into their seats. Turning to the glass, they found a certain soaked Mr. Barnes staring open mouthed and pointing back and forth between the two before yelling a loud
"Yes! That's my boy!" Not caring for how the other pedestrians on the street might think.
The two simply laughed.
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