We Meet Again
Steve x reader
Summary Based on this prompt Can I ask for an immortal reader x Steve where they met in the 40’s and she remeets him later on? Xoxo (I hope I did it justice!)
Warnings Some swear words
Leaving your shop late one night, you made sure that everything was locked up tight before you left to go home, arms heaped with pieces of material, a travel sewing kit tucked underneath. You were a seamstress in New York City and you did very well for yourself. Seeing how most people nowadays couldn’t even sew a button or hem a pair of pants, you were successful and your success allowed for you to open up your own shop. This meant long hours and you often took your work home with you but you didn’t mind. After all, since you really had no social life, you were able to throw yourself into your work. Once upon a time, growing up in Brooklyn, you had friends, family, and a special someone, a small, quiet boy, but now, you were left alone and you preferred it that way. You didn’t have to explain yourself to anyone.
That fateful night proved to turn your whole world upside down.
Walking home in the dark, you heard footsteps behind you. You weren’t afraid - you lived in a safe neighbourhood and your shop was close to your home, but you were always alert and cautious. Speeding up, the footsteps also sped up. You turned the corner quickly and the footsteps followed. Your heart began to pound and you spun around to face whoever it was who was following you.
“Can I help you?” you spoke loudly and clearly, making sure that the guy knew you were aware that he was following you.
Taking a step back, he stuttered, “Ah, n-no. Sorry.”
“Then why are you following me?”
He held up his hands, “I’m… not?”
“Leave me alone. I don’t appreciated being bothered,” you snapped.
The man scampered off and you heaved a sigh, turning to continue your walk home. You walked by a restaurant and out came a group of people, loudly laughing and clearly enjoying themselves.