Imagine Steve always stopping in the café you work at after his morning runs - requested by Anonymous

You liked this guy. Steve. To be honest, you didn’t know much about him, but he always listened to your stories. 

You see, you worked at a quaint little diner in the middle of who-knows-where-the-hell-we-are-anymore, New York. Let’s just say, it was a small town that most people drove right through. Not this guy, though. He was here almost every morning for breakfast. He clearly ran here from wherever the hell he came from.

The first day you had met him, you were working the opening shift for the first time, and you were alone. It was empty which was normal. You plugged in your iPod and played some obscure indie band while sweeping the floor. You were wiping down the windows when you saw him approaching. Damn you, Jeremy, you cursed your coworker in your head. You said nobody ever showed up during the morning shift. So you scrambled to turn off your music and made sure the coffee was brewing. 

The man opened the door and looked around. “Are you guys open?” He’d asked. 

“Yes, sir,” you answered. “Can I get something started for you?” You slipped your iPod into the front pocket on your apron. 

“Some eggs would be great,” he said, sitting down at the nearest table. “And coffee?”

“You got it,” you smiled in the friendly way you were supposed to when you were on the job. You went into the back and put the eggs on the fryer. You circled back to the front and grabbed a mug for his coffee. 

“Is the food that bad?” He joked, looking around at the empty room. 

“No, you’re just up way too early.” He laughed. You dashed back to the fryer and grabbed his eggs and then poured the coffee. “Here you go.” You came from around the counter and set them down at his table. 

“Thank you …”


“Thank you, (Y/N),” he said. 

You smiled and turned to go back to the counter, but then you stopped. “Can I ask…?” You started. “Are you new?” 

“Excuse me?”

“Did you just move here? Because you’re the first person in the last ten years to be here before seven o’clock.” 

He chuckled. “You could say that.”

“Where are you originally from?” You asked him.

“Brooklyn,” he answered.

“So did you move back home or…?” You looked at him, quizzically.

“Nope.” He didn’t elaborate.

“But Brooklyn isn’t very far from here—”

“It’s a long story,” he said. 

You just nodded, not pushing. “Well, enjoy the eggs.” What you didn’t know is that six days ago, he’d woken up from a sixty-six year long nap. 

Since then, he’d showed up nearly every morning. You had started requesting the morning shift from your boss just so you could talk to him. You later learned his name was Steve. You liked Steve. He listened to you ramble about everything. You’re rude roommate, your student loans, your hobbies, your music. He always just listened. And he was polite too, always calling you ma’am and leaving you a tip. “For those student loans,” he’d said.

It was because of those reasons that you noticed when he hadn’t come in. It was mid afternoon, on the fourth day without Steve. You were about to clock out but ended up getting distracted by the events on the small television mounted on the wall. “That shit’s insane,” Jeremy said. “Manhattan is going to hell.” 

“What the fu—” You started at the screen. “Are they saying it’s aliens?”

“That’s exactly what they’re saying…”

You thought you’d seen it all that afternoon but as you were reaching the would-be dinner rush, you were proven wrong. The place was empty except for you and Jeremy. You’d seen Iron Man throw a nuclear missile into a worm hole on the television and you thought your day couldn’t get any weirder. Until the Avengers walked into the shop. 

You and Jeremy looked at each other with wide eyes. “Table for six?” Tony Stark gave you two a weary smile. 

That’s when you saw— “Steve?” You stared at him. Of course! How could you have not seen it? Steve Rogers. They’d made a big deal when he was pulled out of the ice, his face had been everywhere so how come you never connected the dots? Wow, you felt stupid. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” he smiled. “How about some eggs?”


Imagine confessing to your best friend, Pietro, how you feel about him - requested by Anonymous

You shifted nervously as you sat on the couch across from your roommate. “(Y/N), what is this about?” Pietro asked you. “Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah…” You bit your lip. “I just thought since we’re, you know, living together, that you had a right to know… how I feel.” He stared at you, his eyebrows drawing together, but he didn’t say anything so you went on. “I care about you a lot… And I mean more than friends.” Again, he said nothing. He just stared at you intensely. You cleared your throat awkwardly. “I, uh, understand if you don’t feel the same way. Or if you want me out but I just thought you should know—”

“Finally,” he cut you off. He stood from his seat and in two quick strides he was in front of you with his lips on yours. You gasped and he deepened the kiss. “Te-am iubit pentru atâta timp cât îmi amintesc,” he murmured in his native tongue. 

Your lips tugged upwards. “Pietro, I don’t speak—”

“I know,” he said, leaning in for another kiss.


te-am iubit pentru atâta timp cât îmi amintesc - i have loved you for as long as i can remember