Avengers Preferences and Imagines

I'm Not From Around Here (Steve Rogers)

A/N: I tried out a few different things with this one, as always I'm not sure how I feel about them, but here I am posting it anyways. Thanks to @AlluringPixie for requesting this. It was such a cute and original idea and I had so much fun writing it. I apologize for it taking me so long!

PROMPT: Natasha's trying to get Cap a date, but he likes (y/n) who is from our world. Y/n gives Cap a challenge: answer a question in 1 week or ask a girl you like out. Cap accepts because he has nothing to lose in this.

Sliding my sunglasses down over my eyes, I took a seat at a table outside to wait for my friend to join me. We had coffee at this great cafe every week. I loved the place so much that I couldn't help arrive early every time. I didn't mind waiting really; it gave me time to write in my journal or review my past entries. This is what I was doing right now since I didn't have much to write about for today. Not yet anyways. Flipping open the leatherbound journal, I went back to the very first entry I had made in the book when I first got it. It was dated September 12,  over six months ago now. 

Saturday, September 12, 2020

I don't know why I'm writing this really. I guess I just wanted a place to record my thoughts, and experiences in incase I get sent home. I want to be able to remember what happened here. Let's start with the basics: My name is (y/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n). I'm (age) years old, and I was born in (hometown). Now that we have that covered, let's address the elephant in the room: this isn't my reality. I don't have a clue as to how I got here, all I know is that definitely is not my reality. Now you would think most people would be concerned if they woke up in an alternate reality right? Yeah, not me. 

For some reason, I'm not scared at all. Honestly, I think the reason for that is that I know exactly where I am. Besides the obvious part of  'I'm in New York City,' I know exactly which reality I'm in, as impossible as it seems, and against all odds, I seem to have found myself inside the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I know that I should be afraid, but I can't seem to find it in me. I actually consider this a dream come true. I grew up with the MCU, it was my safe place for so many years. And now here I am: sitting at a cafe across from Stark Tower, writing in a journal and wondering what the hell I'm supposed to do now. Is it bad that I don't want to leave here? 

I smiled to myself as I reminisced about that first entry. I had been wandering aimlessly down the streets of New York when a delicious smell had caught my attention. When I stopped to look around me, I took notice of the cafe and the fact that I was standing across from Stark Tower.I had ordered from the cafe and had ended up on patio where I spent hours people-watching; just hoping to catch a glimpse of one of my favorite heroes exiting the building. This same table was where I had made my first journal entry, and where I had started the same routine I had been following since my arrival to this reality. Desperate to catch even the slightest glimpse of an Avenger, I came to the cafe daily to journal and people watch. But nothing ever came of it, until a month after my arrival. 

Thursday, October 15, 2020

It's getting cold in New York, I almost shouldn't be sitting outside still but I can't help it: fall here is unlike anything else I've ever seen. It's stunning, in every sense of the word. God, I wish I had someone to share it with. Other than that, nothing interesting has happened yet. I do the same things every day. I browse the bookstore, I come to the cafe, I people watch, I write. It's been a month, and I have yet to spot any of the Avengers, let alone make any friends. I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should just give up and focus on getting back to my own reality-

I had never finished that entry. While I was in the midst of writing, I was interrupted by a voice that sounded familiar to me. A voice that I could have sworn I had heard a thousand times before, but I simply couldn't place it. When I looked up from my journal, I was staring into the brilliant, ocean blue eyes of none other than Captain America. Shaking myself out of my daze, I apologized quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you asked," I had replied, giving him a sheepish smile as I swept my hand over my journal, indicating that I had been distracted. He smiled at me then and I could have sworn my heart melted at the sight. "That's alright, I asked if this seat was taken?" When I shook my head no, he had pulled the chair out to join me.