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I too salute Sassy Steve Rogers (and you @evansensations for the excellent gif usage)
Chris Evans as Sassy Steve Rogers in the MCU
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Just Right | Ch 1
(Steve Rogers/F!Reader, post-Ultron multi-chapter)
gif by @dailystevegifs
Summary:
You've been in love with Steve Rogers for at least a year, but he treats you the same way he treats every other member of the team-- with respect, but nothing more. It takes an inter-dimensional mistake and a whole second, more assertive, actually interested Steve for you to realize that you don't want just any version of Steve Rogers-- you want the one you've been pining for all this time.
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Ok so the thing is, I adore @ronearoundblindly, and I decided to write her this. The idea I got also very happily fits with my Avengers Bingo square of 'Is it permanent?' It's not my first Steve fic, but it is my first Steve/Reader! I hope you like it Ro.
Reader's nickname 'Dine is pronounced 'Dean.'
Chapter One
You simply can���t believe this is happening.
Fifteen minutes ago, while you were going over proposed alterations to Sam Wilsonâs Falcon suit, a person who looked exactly like Steve Rogers walked through the wall right beside you.
âOh my God!â youâd immediately said. âDo not tell me that Stark created some kind of matter splitter that lets a person walk through walls, please? I live here. I donât want to put alarm lasers in my bathroom, but Iâll do it!â
Steve had looked behind him at the solid wall and seemed surprised. âIâm sorry miss, but just a second ago, that was a doorway.â
âIf you two are trying to distract me out of noticing that the controls for Redwing are different, itâs not going to work!â Sam said, his focus remaining on the sketch youâd mocked up for him.
Youâd looked back over to Steve, and thatâs when you noticed that something was⌠off. First of all, you hadnât designed that uniform, but he did have a few vintage ones still floating around. Second of all, his hair was longer than it had been the previous day at the monthly midday meeting.
The third difference was the way he was looking at you. Admiringly. Something heâd never done before-- you would have noticed.Â
Sam asked a question about one of the altered features, and as you went through your explanation, youâd kept an eye on the way Steve was wandering through the large room. He seemed to be growing more and more confused, picking up an item to frown at it, walking around one of the free-standing computer terminals, and generally seeming lost. More than once, youâd caught him looking over at you in confusion.
With alarm bells going off in your head, you had made a decision. âYou know what, Sam, I think I just caught a problem with this. Can I fix that and have you go back over it tonight, after the dinner thing?â
âSure, âDine. How many wings did you sign up for?â Sam had said challengingly.
âOh no you donât! Thatâs confidential information. Not as many as you, thatâs all Iâll say.â
âYou know it. See ya, Steve,â heâd said on his way out. Youâd walked along with him, and once Sam was through the door, you hit a very specific button on the panel next to it.
âI think you know I could probably break through any one of these walls,â Not-Quite-Steve said from across the room. He sounded regretful.
âI mean, you could try, but this room is fortified. We test prototypes here, and not every invention behaves as expected,â youâd replied, a little proud of your deliberate double meaning. The button had sent an alert to just Stark, for now, but it also turned on a live recording of the whole room, displayed in certain spaces all throughout the complex.
âThatâs why there are no windows,â Faux-Steve observed calmly. âBasement of the tower?â
You had willed yourself not to react to that. After the disaster with Ultron, after losing Bruce to fury and almost losing Stark to guilt, theyâd all moved upstate, away from the bad memories. Was this Steve from their past or a whole other future? Was he really Steve at all?
âWhat were you doing right before you came here?â you asked, walking slowly over to the locker area. Youâd probably fit into a few of the things there, if you had to.
âArguing with Tony over something I thought he shouldnât be doing.â Heâd offered her a thin smile and slipped his hands into his pockets, like that would make him seem less dangerous. You knew better. âLook, whatever it was, it sent me here, and this âhereâ isnât my here.â
Natasha had taught you never to give too much away. âOh?â
âMy âhereâ doesnât have--âÂ
Before Fake Steve could finish his sentence, Stark burst into the room completely suited up, and things had gotten chaotic from there.Â
Youâre on your way up to one of the open office rooms to write down everything you can remember, but as you get closer to the correct floor, you slow down. You have a bit of a dilemma, and no amount of reassuring yourself is helping.
The sticking point is how you realized something was wrong, what first made you recognize a discrepancy. The longer hair thing will probably be enough, but it isnât the whole truth. You donât want to reveal the whole truth, because the whole truth involves something youâve kept to yourself for over a year.
The real truth is you are head over heels in love with Steve Rogers. Your Steve Rogers, except he isnât yours. Heâs never looked at you the way this one just did.
You havenât let that be a problem, of course. Youâre in your dream job; after being in armor fabrication and development at Stark Industries for years, youâd been recruited by Tony Stark himself to work with the Avengers. Itâs been a genuine pleasure creating individual designs that are tailored to each fighterâs strengths and weaknesses, instead of the mass-produced stuff youâd worked on for Stark Industries.Â
Youâd tried hard not to let yourself show any favoritism, after youâd realized your crush on Steve wasnât going away. You donât even call him Steve, except in your own head-- but all of that is at risk right now. Youâre tuned to indifference, and the open interest youâd caught a glimpse of today is sending your senses reeling.
âHey, âDine. Tony sent me up to make sure youâre okay, said you looked a little shaken up.â Itâs Natasha, and sheâs coming your way down the hall. Now youâre even more shaken, because if Stark noticed, Nat sure as hell will.
âI need to write this shit down, but yeah, a little bit,â you admit. âItâs like if instead of Vision, the model in the cradle was Rogers, and they got him 95% right.â With a 5% âthinks Iâm cuteâ flaw, you donât say aloud.
Nat follows you inside and stands waiting as you busy yourself with finding an incident report and the exact right pen. You handle it right up until you start writing your name and her shadow darkens the rest of the paper.
âSomething you need?â
âYouâre freaked out.â
âWell, yeah. If an interdimensional version of St-- Rogers is able to stroll into our test room, weâre going to need some equally interdimensional protections for this place, not to mention a thousand thousand other important locations all across the country!â Youâd just picked something out of midair to bluff her, but itâs the truth, and now youâre even more worried. You set down the pen and look up at Natasha. âWhat if they need him, Nat? What if we canât send him back?â
âIf itâs something Tony built, Tony can build it,â she says pragmatically. âOne worry at a time.â
âThere she is!â
Youâre late to the gathering, and youâre going to have to make up an excuse, because the forty-five minutes you spent dithering over your clothing choices had everything to do with the image you wanted to present tonight. You ended up going with something casual, dressed-down, because as much as youâd felt a little thrill at the way Alternate Steve had looked at you, it had been disconcerting and alien. No way did you want to foster more of that.
You look up and smile weakly at Sam-- until you remember something. âShit, Sam, your thing! Iâm so sorry, I didnât go back in the room after--â
He comes over and slings an arm around your shoulders, comfort bred by familiarity. âNo, I get it. Donât worry, manufacture isnât set for another week.â
You relax into the hug, slip a hand around his waist and squeeze before both of you let go. âItâs just that I promised--â This time itâs Samâs expression that interrupts you.
âYou know you design this stuff, you donât have to act like armor yourself, right? You sensed something right away, didnât you? And you got me out of the room.â
Starkâs loud, defensive voice cuts through your mumbled explanation.
â-veryoneâs giving me shit over this, but Iâm not the one who screwed up! And Iâm the one whoâs going to fix it, so lay blame on the correct Stark! Who is, for once, not me.â Heâs been making his way over to you to thrust your favorite beer in your hand without asking. You look around for Sam, but heâs gone. âIf anyone should be mad, itâs âDine,â he shouts over his shoulder. In a quieter voice he adds, âDonât tell them I said this, Brigandine, but I apologize on behalf of my bumbling alternate universe counterpart. Who knows what kind of weird traits IMPOST-Steve has that our version doesnât!â
You already feel sick, and you havenât drunk or eaten anything yet.
Stark drags you over to the catered wings and fills a plate for you without paying much attention to the cues youâre trying to give him, which is tipsy-typical. Honestly, youâre kind of grateful; with a plate piled high youâll have every excuse to focus on your meal instead of the cluster around the Steves. Your gregarious boss at least carries it for you, and you indicate the farthest table. This earns you a bit of a concerned look, but you just clink your beer against his and tell him to shoo.
Itâs interesting watching the seemingly identical men holding position, holding court, really, as the various Avengers and associated staff ebb and flow around them. It takes a good hour (and half of your plate) for each person to get some time with the newcomer, after which the lights dim a bit, along with everyoneâs senses. This is the open-bar payment for the all-hands monthly midday meeting of the day before. Not all the attendees actually live at the compound; you only see the whole team once a month.
With the lights down low, your corner is practically dark, but when a familiar figure approaches, you know who it has to be.
âHave they settled on a name for you yet?â
âTony seems to favor âMajor America,â which is better than I would have expected,â Not-Steve says as he pulls out a chair and settles into it. He turns his head toward you and smiles, the relaxed, almost-flirty kind youâve always wanted from him. âI get the feeling that if it werenât for the contrast in uniforms, most of these people wouldnât be able to tell the difference.â
You make a non-committal noise and finish off your beer. It takes a few gulps, but he just watches, like thereâs anything more to see than an anxious, embarrassed woman incredibly out of her depth.
âWhat about you?â you ask, afterwards.
âWell, we donât have this complex, which I think I gave away when we met the first time. Tony asked me not to go too deep into the changes--â
âNo, no, I get it,â you interrupt. âThere could be something we donât know about yet.â
âAnd vice versa, yeah. It might have taken longer for me to figure things out if it werenât for one of the biggest differences. Iâve never seen you before.â
The half-bottle of alcohol hits you just as he says that, and you stare at him.
âYeah, seeing Sam so comfortable with a complete stranger in a room that strangers probably shouldnât be allowed in ticked some âdangerâ boxes for me,â AU Steve says.Â
The light from the only nearby lamp edges his profile in yellow, and you decide to call him Gold Steve in your head, because âAUâ is the periodic table symbol for gold, and thatâs what passes for clever for you right now. Youâre so proud of this that you miss the next thing he says, and have to ask him to repeat it.
âI said, how did you know? You knew right away.â
âYour hair is longer,â you say, a little too quickly.
Gold Steve tips his head sideways and regards you with a look that amplifies your blood alcohol content to dangerous levels. âItâs a subtle difference. You noticed that?â
âFor all you know, itâs my job to keep everyone up to regs,â you joke.Â
His slow, easy smile is familiar enough, but for the fact that youâre alone together in a dark corner. âI wouldnât mind that at all,â he says warmly.
Itâs time to get out of here before your lost dignity is your only legacy here at the Avengers compound. Already the tipsy feeling is fading, but the Steve Proximity Alarm is blaring at full volume.
You didnât actually know how accurate the thought was until Gold Steve stands and gallantly (bafflingly) offers his arm, and you hear a second familiar voice behind you.
âI donât think thatâs necessary, is it? She just had the one beer.â
Gold Steve reaches up to rub the back of his neck, clearly chastened. âNo, of course. Just instinct, I guess.â
âThis is above my pay grade,â you squeak, and set off toward the door. Youâd been looking forward to talking to Clint while heâs here. Thereâs a containment idea youâd had for some of his more dangerous arrows-- but thereâs no way in hell youâre staying around to watch Steve Rogers talk Steve Rogers out of paying attention to you.
As you slip through the door, you hear one of them call out, ââDine, wait!â but you have no idea which one of them it is.
The next day brings with it a more detailed plan of what to do with Gold Steve. Youâre on the periphery and busy with the planned upgrades to Sam and Clintâs gear, so you only hear about it at lunch.Â
From Gold Steve himself.
You hadnât even planned to go to the cafeteria area, but as always, your minifridge is sadly devoid of take-out when it really matters. The kitchen looks safe when you get there at two PM, late as usual, but in your defense, you were really caught up in the creative process.Â
One of the things you love about the Avengers Compound is the random thoughtfulness scattered everywhere. In the cavernous freezer, thereâs always a supply of various frozen meals, almost as if you were living back at home and digging in your momâs fridge to find something sheâd made two months ago. Theyâre made biweekly but eaten any old time, and you score a hit on the back bottom shelf: your very favorite hearty soup.
Youâre mid-microwave with it when Gold Steve walks in to rinse out his bowl. Seems heâd made the same exact thing. You wonder who helped him, where that person is now, and why Stark had thought it necessary to design a kitchen with only one way in or out. Hasnât he ever seen Jurassic Park?
âOh, hello,â Gold Steve says. You arenât looking over at him, but you can hear the smile in his voice. You donât answer right away (because your brain is running through a fragmented list of things to say, and every time you grab one itâs garbled. âSoup is for the winter,â is right out. âItâs nice to not expecting to see you hereâ makes you nearly abandon the kitchen and push past him out of sheer desperation), and he fills the silence for you. âOh, that smells familiar, is it the soup?â
You nod, hoping like hell that his version of Tony Stark hasnât designed telepathy.
âMaybe itâs bad form to joke about it, but I wouldnât mind taking that recipe back with me. If we figure out how to send me, of course.â
If this was your Steve you would have said something like, âI imagine weâd just write it down and put the notecard in your pocket.â You do joke with the guy, itâs not like you never interact. Itâs just that those interactions are as platonic as two houseplants sitting on the same indoor windowsill.
The microwave dings, and you excuse yourself to grab the spoon over near where Gold Steve is standing. After a stir and a taste determines it needs more time, you grit your teeth and start the timer for another minute.
âIâm sorry I make you so uncomfortable, if you donât mind my saying.â
âYou donât!â you lie, but Gold Steveâs crossed arms lay on the guilt too much to ignore. âIâm⌠not used to the attention,â you say delicately. His brows furrow, and somehow there are still forty more seconds on the timer before you can be saved by the bell. âShe who is seen and not heard?â
âI donât believe that for a second. Sam Wilson hugged you at that thing last night, you donât get there by being seen and not heard.â
âYeah, well, Iâm one of the only people who love Redwing as much as he does,â you mutter.
To your delight and horror, Gold Steve comes over and rests a heavy hand on the microwave door, inches away from you. âI cannot imagine being in a room with you and not seeing you,â he says.
The traitorous microwave beeps loudly, startling you sideways into his arm for one shocking second. You back away, saying the first thing that comes to your head.
âWhy?â You close your eyes tightly as you realize youâre basically asking for a run-down of compliments from the guy, rushing to say, âI donât mean that. I mean, I do, but Iâm just--âÂ
You hear the sounds of the microwave being operated, and confused, you just stand there with one hand clapped over your mouth, eyes closed. After two loud beeps and the start button, the microwave runs for a few seconds, beeping loudly again. Itâs so unexpected that you open your eyes and see Gold Steve with an encouraging look on his face, one hand held out placatingly in your direction.
âCan we start over?â he asks.
Next chapter...
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Just Right | Ch 2
(Steve Rogers x F!Reader, post-Ultron Multichapter)
gif by @dailystevegifs
Summary:
Youâve been in love with Steve Rogers for at least a year, but he treats you the same way he treats every other member of the teamâ with respect, but nothing more. It takes an inter-dimensional mistake and a whole second, more assertive, actually interested Steve for you to realize that you donât want just any version of Steve Rogersâ you want the one youâve been pining for all this time.
Length: 3,446
FIC MASTERLIST | LAST CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER
Dedicated to @ronearoundblindly who is the bestest
Excerpt:
âStarting out or just getting back?â Steveâs voice asks.
You smile without turning around. âCanât you tell from the damp, bedraggled hair?â
âI would never think to comment on such a thing,â he says gallantly.
âA king among men,â you pronounce.
âIf so, Iâm an absent ruler.â His tone makes you turn to look over your shoulder. Steveâs looking down at the ground with a wistful look on his face. Heâs wearing sweatpants and a tank top, and the hem of the latter is folded, giving you a glimpse of the jut of his hipbone above the low waistband of the sweats.Â
Your mouth goes dry before you turn back around, hoping he doesnât mind if you have no idea what he just said.Â
Chapter Two
You stand there staring at Gold Steve for three whole seconds before your stomach growls loudly. Using the poker face Natasha taught you, you keep your expression and your gaze steady and get to watch as his attempt at âstoicâ starts to fracture.
âGo ahead,â you say, pressing your lips together to stop your own laughter. âItâs my own fault for waiting so long to eat.â
âIâm no hypocrite,â he says, backing up and bowing a hand toward the microwave. âI ate late, too. Got caught up with your Steve and Tony, trying to figure out the thought process that led Stark to invent the device that sent me here. Theyâve got me a room and a badge for access, but until we get an inkling about how to reverse it, Iâll do what I can to help out your Steve.â
You clench your jaw ruthlessly to prevent a reaction to his repeated use of âyour Steve,â leaning to sniff your soup with the door of the microwave blocking his view of you. When you straighten back up, though, Gold Steve is standing there with oven mitts.
âIt was pretty hot when I got mine out, and Iâm guessing you donât have any healing abilities.â
âIs that a fishing expedition, Rogers?â
He follows you out of the kitchen to a table, and hands you the spoon you forgot. âWell, youâre the only different thing I probably wonât risk unbalancing the universe to discover, so, yes.â
All of the previous heart-fluttering things heâs said to you suddenly lose all meaning. You choke out a weak-sounding âOh,â and focus entirely on your soup, even though youâve lost your appetite.
âI feel like I just watched a flower wilt in real time,â Gold Steve says, sitting down across from you. You desperately wish for a book you could hold up between you, anything to hide from the discerning look heâs giving you. Suddenly, he pulls in a sharp breath-- heâs just figured out why youâre upset. âThatâs not what I--â Breaking off, he reaches his hand across the table, palm down, like a tiny little white flag begging for your attention.Â
You deliberately eat another spoonful of soup; youâre no oneâs entertainment, least of all this oddly open version of the man you love. Infuriatingly, he doesnât take the hint, but instead twiddles his fingers. Itâs stubborn, ridiculous, and it works, damn him. You look up, but you refuse to smile.
âI implied you were an object of last resort.â You donât let yourself move a muscle. He tips his head to the side slowly, sincerity arching his eyebrows as he says, âI promise you, thatâs not the case.â
Youâre suddenly possessed by some strange spirit of determined peacemaking. âIt would make sense, wouldnât it? You have no way of knowing what you could alter! If your version of Stark can send you across universal lines, even a casual comment might give ours any number of ideas.â
Heâs nodding. âIâll admit Iâve been locked down pretty tight since I got here.â
For a few glorious seconds, his phrasing reminds you of the specific close cut of his uniform pants from the day before. Youâd never have been able to get away with a design like that! Everyone would have figured out your feelings immediately.
âSo youâve watched your words with everyone but me?â
Gold Steveâs little frown of acquiescence is familiar and bittersweet. âI deserved that. What I mean to say is, I got lucky that the person whoâs different is you.â
Youâd snuck another spoonful of soup as he was talking, and now you choke on it a little bit. âOh my god, did you, like, lose a bet and have to take a pick-up lines course from the Anthony Edward Stark School of Superheroes Who Canât Date Good and Want To Learn How To Do Other Things Good Too?â
Youâre not sure what you were expecting as a reaction to that, but it wasnât this. Gold Steveâs body tenses up visibly and he looks down, a distinct look of regret gracing his features.
âThat was out of line, Iâm sorry,â you whisper, getting up and rushing toward the kitchen with your mostly-uneaten bowl. You find the ziploc bag it was in previously, snag a sharpie, and put your name on it, so itâs not wasted. The soup youâve already eaten is being broken down by your peculiar mix of remorse, worry, and stomach acids. When you shut the freezer door, you see that Gold Steve is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a soft smile on his face.
âYou didnât need to run away. It was a good joke.â
âIt was a harsh joke.â
âI deserved it,â he says, and when you scoff and move to rinse out your bowl, he elaborates. âI said I was sorry for making you uncomfortable, and then I did it again. You fought back. Seems fair to me.â
You mutter something about being a weirdo who canât take a compliment, but heâs still Steve Rogers, so he pushes back on that, too.
âIâd ask you where you got the idea that itâs unusual or concerning for someone who looks like me to compliment you, but somehow I donât think I need to,â he says gently.
âThatâs gossip, and I have to get going,â you say. The expression on your face has to be forbidding, because Gold Steve moves out of the way and doesnât stop you as you leave the kitchen.Â
Even though you have more time left for your break, you head toward your desk in the testing room. You feel a qualm of conscience, but the idea of talking about someone you care so deeply for behind his back, even with a version of himself⌠it makes you sick, truth or not.
You step into the darkened room, let the door fall shut, and lean up against the wall for a few minutes, letting your breathing patterns and anxious mind settle. Itâs been less than twenty-four hours since Gold Steve walked into your universe, and youâre a mess. Sleep last night was restless, full of dreams you canât remember except for the uneasy feeling you were left with when you woke up.
The unbalanced feeling just gets worse the more you talk to Gold Steve, and youâre terrified about what that means. Your feelings for Steve Rogers have increased steadily the longer youâve known him, with no active encouragement. What does it mean that you are so disconcerted by his lookalike?Â
That thought will set your feet on another anxiety spiral, so you picture your favorite image of puppies and flick on the light.
Across the room, you see a tall figure leaning up against the wall. When the two of you make eye contact, he lifts his hand and does an embarrassed little wave.
âWhat the heck are you doing here in the dark, Rogers?â you ask, hoping like hell a) heâs the Steve from your universe, and b) if he isnât, that you donât have the power to somehow conjure a version of Steve just by thinking about him, because that could get really awkward really fast, especially at night.
âI had some time, thought Iâd kill it making sure nothing comes walking through the walls in here again.â
âIn the dark?â
He pushes off from the wall and shows you the cell phone in his hand. âTony keeps giving me crap for not feeling entirely comfortable with these yet. Figured the dark might be disorienting for any intruder, at least until you came back.â You must look confused, because he adds, âIâd feel better if you werenât alone in here, at least not until we make the room more secure.â
Your earlier concern prompts you to say, âYour counterpart let slip that they donât have an Avengers Compound. Unless Stark was testing a dimensional portal in the middle of the woods in upstate New York, I doubt anyone else will pop up here.â Steveâs nodding, and impulsively, you add, âGiven the number of security risks all over the world, weâd need to have about a million Captain Americas to cover them all!â
âThat may be true, but I would want to go after a member of my team if they were lost like that,â he says, strolling to the middle of the room.
âAnd leave your universe without their Captain America?â you tease, settling in at your desk.
âI prefer to think of it as giving my teammate a better shot at getting back home. Speaking of which, Sam told me how you escorted him out, when the other guy showed up.âÂ
Steveâs voice has gotten steadily closer, but youâve been carefully arranging things at your desk as you listen, thus avoiding the look thatâs probably on his face. Your desk faces the room instead of the wall, though, and heâs caught on. Steve walks over and stands directly in front of you, resting his hand on the object you were nervously adjusting. Your fingers are separated by barely a centimeter, and you realize youâre staring at their proximity when he clears his throat.
Reluctantly, you look up at him.
âYou want to tell me why your first instinct was to get Sam out of there and handle things yourself?â His eyes are kind, and he does sound concerned, but heâs still questioning your judgment, and that raises your hackles a little.
Instead of just wishing he had more faith in your decision making process, you decide to show him why he should.
âSamâs not a super soldier, and his armor isnât stored in here, itâs in the armory. Following him over to the door got me close to the panic button without agitating the intruder,â you point out. âI imagine you watched the footage?â He nods thoughtfully, his posture straightening. âI walked straight from the door over to the lockers, where the prototypes are.â You leave it go at that, because youâre not trying to lecture him, just show youâre not trying to be a martyr.
Heâs chuckling ruefully, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âOkay, point taken. Iâm sorry I underestimated you.â The undercurrent of relief in his voice warms you.
âI donât want a world without Sam Wilson any more than Iâd want a world without Steve Rogers,â you say, just to twist the knife.
âEveryoneâs contribution is important,â Steve emphasizes, and you avoid rolling your eyes. You were never one of the people worried about credit; every time something you made helps the person you made it for, thatâs enough credit for you. âIâm sure he misses his team as much as they miss him. All of them,â he adds, nodding his chin in your direction as he backpedals to go stand with his back to the wall again.
âNot me,â you say breezily, pulling out a piece of sketch paper. Wanda Maximoff doesnât have armor, and she probably doesnât really want armor, but that doesnât mean you canât mock something up.
ââDine.â Steve sounds exasperated.
âIâm pulling your leg. He says Iâm not in his universe.â
Thereâs silence for a long while, long enough that you look up from the spiky vest youâre idly sketching. Steve looks lost in thought, brows furrowed. You toy with the idea of trying to get him to leave, but decide against it. Youâve always wanted this space to feel like a comfortable, safe place to try new things. If Steve Rogers wants to guard you from an undetectable, unpreventable new threat, youâre fine with that.
That night you donât have nightmares, but you do dream about Steveâs hands. Itâs as if your brain has been hiding a photo album and is now excitedly showing you the result of a yearâs work.
Steve running his hand along the chestpiece of the first armor you designed for him.
The crowbar thatâs winched open your stuck elevator doors being replaced by Steveâs hands, which then wrench the doors wide with ease.
The moment when you realized you actually loved the man, as you stood nearby at a party and watched Steve run his hand through his hair, smiling at something Stark said.
Countless times when heâs gotten your attention with gentle fingers on the back of your hand, a knuckle tap on your desk, resting his hand next to yours on a railing, stretching his arm across the table to wiggle his fing--
Youâd been laying in bed half-asleep, waiting for the alarm to go off, but now youâre wide awake-- because that last image? Itâs Gold Steve.
âAbsolutely not,â you say aloud. You draw the line at conflating the two. Groaning aloud, you realize what youâre going to have to do.
A week later, Starkâs pretty sure heâs onto something, which you only know about because Sam told you at the meeting you two had scheduled to finalize the changes to his gear. Youâve spent the whole week to yourself, not really on purpose, it just worked out that way. The feigned cold took care of a few days, and after that, youâd joked you were catching up on a tv series youâd been looking forward to. The strange part is, while you never really tried to see Steve every day, you usually did, and the longer itâs been, the more it feels like somethingâs missing.
Well, your minifridge is full of takeout leftovers, youâve gotten two weeksâ worth of work done in half as much time, and your heart is full of stupid âabsence makes the heart grow fonderâ bullshit, but at least you havenât compromised your principles.
The weather today is supposed to be fantastic, so you get up early and lace up your trainers to take a dewy walk around the complex. Youâre not a jogger per se, more of an âevery three months, I forget why Iâm not a jogger, and need a wheezing, limping reminderâ nature enthusiast.
Youâre strolling along the back near the woods, reminding yourself how to breathe, when you see a figure jogging towards you. It doesnât take long to recognize Steve in his typical work-out garb, those dark blue athletic pants and gray t-shirt. In full summer, he swaps to shorts (itâs around then that many of the compound staff find reasons to be outside around jogging time), but spring hasnât quite shifted away from the bite of the winter wind yet.
Even though youâve been deliberately avoiding the Steves, you slow your pace to prolong your moment of admiration. As it happens, he slows down too, and by the time you approach each other, your heart is full and your smile is genuine. It doesnât hurt to be friendly to Gold Steve, and even though you hate to admit it, you do like the way he looks at you.
âBeen awhile, Brigandine,â Gold Steve admonishes you, pulling up one leg behind himself to grab the foot and tug.
âOh, Iâm a slave to my stories,â you joke. When Stark had complained about your absences, Sam had told him which show you were knee-deep into, and ever since then, heâs been making soap opera jokes in texts and emails.
âYeah, well, youâve only got One Life To Live,â Gold Steve says seriously, and you both crack up. âYouâre okay, though?â he asks once your giggles die down, and damn, thereâs the longing again.
âYeah, no worries,â you say. It isnât until right now that you realize: itâs not like someoneâs going to come get you when they figure out how to send this man home. âHad some things to think through, and this was a good time to do it.â
Itâs the closest youâve come to alluding to your feelings for âyour Steve,â and you feel like you can see understanding, if not full comprehension, in Gold Steveâs admiring expression. To deflect away from that potential awkwardness, you look around you, nodding toward the woods.
âI will completely lose my momentum if I stop now, but hey, enjoy this while you can, right? I was glad to hear from Sam that Stark might be close to a breakthrough. See ya!âÂ
You smile and wave like a complete idiot, opting at the last minute for the steady jog for your ignoble exit, instead of trying to actually run. Thereâs a non-zero chance this man will turn around and see you fall against the wall after 200 feet and heroically come back to help, and at that point, youâll be looking to invent an interdimensional portal to open up underneath your feet.
When you turn the corner, you allow yourself a single look back, and see to your surprise that Gold Steve is still in sight, having slowed to a light jog himself.
About twenty minutes later, youâve done a whole circuit, and most of it has been at a pace faster than a slow walk. You grab the damp towel youâd left draped by the rear door and wipe off your face and neck. It feels great; itâs been resting in the shade, so the wetness is refreshing rather than gross.Â
Instead of heading right in, you enjoy the light breeze coming off the treeline and lean on the stone fence, letting its heat soak into you. The door opens behind you, and you hope like hell itâs not Nat; she caught you doing this once, last fall, and the routine she sent you through (âcome learn this with me, itâll be funâ) taught you that you donât have to know you have a muscle for it to hurt.
âStarting out or just getting back?â Steveâs voice asks.
You smile without turning around. âCanât you tell from the damp, bedraggled hair?â
âI would never think to comment on such a thing,â he says gallantly.
âA king among men,â you pronounce.
âIf so, Iâm an absent ruler.â His tone makes you turn to look over your shoulder. Steveâs looking down at the ground with a wistful look on his face. Heâs wearing sweatpants and a tank top, and the hem of the latter is folded, giving you a glimpse of the jut of his hipbone above the low waistband of the sweats.Â
Your mouth goes dry before you turn back around, hoping he doesnât mind if you have no idea what he just said.Â
Steve mistakes your quick movement for unhappiness, it seems. âSorry, itâs just-- I canât help but imagine what theyâre going through back there. Wondering where I am, inventing God knows what to get me back.â
Your entire blood volume crystalizes into ice at once, and you taste metal in your mouth. âWhat did you just say?â
Gold Steve (because, thatâs who it is, thereâs absolutely no doubt, which means⌠-!) comes over and leans a hip on the stone fence, facing you. âI know showing up here was an accident, but I feel responsible. Thereâs nothing I can do over here but take up space.â He looks down at his clothes and huffs out a frustrated breath. âLiterally. I only fit into my own clothing.â He stops and leans over, slowly moving his hand back and forth about six inches away from your face. âEarth to Brigandine. You⌠do still call it âEarthâ here, right?â
âVery funny,â you say. âNo, Iâm-- Iâm just⌠If just this once, my stupid he-- brain would shut up about the ways Iâve possibly screwed up, that would be great.â You widen your eyes and shrug, and the crinkled-eyes smile he offers in response makes that heart skip despite yourself. Which is the problem, the reason you were staying the heck away from these men. At least the words âheadâ and âheartâ sound close enough that you havenât given too much away. You hope. âShit,â you sigh.
âCan I help?â
âNope, not unless you want to tell me this is all a big prank involving you, yourself, and I, and I didnât just mix the two of you up!â You pull the towel up from your shoulders and drape it over your face.
âWhy would that be a--â Gold Steve falls silent. âAre you-- do you have feelings for him?â
Youâd been hoping to avoid that question, but the thing that soothes it is that Gold Steve says âhim.â He knows that there are differences, he knows this isnât his universe, and thatâs how you know that thereâs no trick. The Steve that you saw jogging earlier, the one who looked at you like someone beautiful? It was your Steve. The man you love.
Next chapter...
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random steve gifs bc i miss my annoying ass emotional support enemy of the state >:( <3
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the ORIGINAL SIX describing themselves.
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STEVE ROGERS + T-shirts
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âThe serum amplifies everything that is inside, so good becomes great; bad becomes worse. This is why you were chosen. Because the strong man who has known power all his life, may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows... compassion.â
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