When The Sun Found The Moon (Part 1)
Steve x Reader
Steve’s life seemed to be in shambles, dealing with just a little too much for his heart to handle… can an encounter with a stranger change that around?
Warnings: Fluff, little bit of angst. (Maaaaybe some smut for later parts… I can’t help myself.)
Word Count: ~1200
A/N: This was supposed to be a one shot dammit, but I’m taking it places. Aaaargh well here goes another one. This was for Bovaria’s birthday. Happy birthday boo, I miss you <3
Inspiration for the title came from “When The Day Met The Night” by Panic! At The Disco.
Mornings in New York were the same as they ever were, but Steve Rogers had come to dislike them more and more. Getting up in the morning now seemed to be more of a chore, rather than something he actually enjoyed. He sat on the edge of his bed with his feet planted on the hardwood, hands running down his face and over the beard that kept people from recognizing him. It had been a pain at first, but the super soldier had come to like the hair on his face, and decided it was going to stay a while.
Dragging himself out of bed finally, he got dressed in some loose sweatpants and a t-shirt that hardly fit over the expanse of muscles he was sporting thanks to the serum. With a new day, he set off to start his jog in Central Park.