Target Practice (Steve x Reader)
A/N: I miss Steve! So here’s a short Christmas drabble on him for day 4 (?). Also, sorry I didn’t post a drabble yesterday, guys. I’m trying here but sometimes I’m just so lazy… I’ll try to do better and post at least 15 drabbles in total before my trip to New York!!
prompt: snowball fight with your friend but oops, you hit captain america.
word count: 653
You were greeted with fresh fallen snow when you woke up in the morning as you got out in your big puffer jacket and sweats to get the newspaper. You waved to your cute next door neighbor as he coincidentally got out at the same time. A bright smile appeared on his face, realizing it was you who waved. Your face heated up in reaction, wishing you had the confidence to talk to him. He was just so out of your league, but you were happy that he didn’t seem to mind that you were his neighbor.
Before the two of you could say a word to each other, you whipped your body around and started to retreat back into your house without a word, gripping the stack of papers against your chest tightly. Shivering slightly, you shook off the few snowflakes that fell on your bangs as you set down the newspaper on the kitchen island. You sat around the bar stool as you waited for nothing in particular before your phone began ringing desperately. You checked the screen briefly to see if it was worth answering.