Marvel Imagines

Steve Rogers-Delivery

Ding Dong!

With an internal shout of excitement, you leaped off of the couch and practically threw yourself at the door, wrenching it open to find your hot, glorious—

Man.

A very hot, very glorious-looking blond man with light blue eyes and broad shoulders. The black shirt he wore did nothing to hide his muscled chest and a sudden pink blush creeped onto his cheeks as you gawked at him before clearing your throat awkwardly and looking away.

"Pizza for Y/N?"

Gosh, his voice was...something.

So this is what he looked like now—the pictures in the file did him no such justice and neither did your faded memories. You ripped your eyes away from his shoulders to meet his, not wanting to stare for any longer than you should.

"Yeah, that's me."

He nodded and pulled out a receipt pad while you eagerly yanked the pizza out of his hands.

"Slow down there. It won't run away," he chuckled as you handed him the money in exchange for your receipt.

Time to get the ball moving.

"You know, I feel like I've seen you somewhere. And I don't forget a face..," you trailed off as the blush in his cheeks returned.

"I'm Steve Rogers. Currently working off a dare from my friends."

You snapped and pointed at him with a big smile as the pieces "clicked" in your head.

"How could I forget?! The Star Spangled Man with a Plan!" You sang and his face flushed an even deeper red.

"Yo—how...how did you—" he stuttered.

You pretended to think hard.

"I don't know, really. The 1940's is a hard time to forget. Even when this day and age goes by lightning fast, I still remember it like yesterday," you sighed then gave him a quick smile, going to close the door.

"Thanks for the pi—"

"Wait!"

He stuck a foot in your apartment and your heart jumped as he stepped closer to you.

Come on! Recognize me! your head screamed.

On the outside, you remained calm and lifted your chin to look at him.

He furrowed his brow as he studied your face.

"You look like someone I know."

You shrugged.

"I get that a lot."

"What'd you mean? By remembering it like yesterday?" He asked.

You clenched your jaw, trying to find a way to make it painfully obvious who you were without giving it away.

"Well, I watch World War II documentaries."

"Not one of them mention "Star Spangled Man," he said with an awkward huff, "and usually, I'm recognized as Captain America. How'd you—"

Thank goodness he wasn't as dull as he was 78 years ago.

You quickly pushed him out of the decoy apartment and he flew out the door, slamming into the wall.

"I gotta go! Tight schedule!"

"Wait—"

"Bye, Steve!"

You shut the door on his surprised face and quickly ran to your room to pack your things and get the hell out of there.

The mission wasn't exactly going that well from your superior's point of view, but you had your own plans.

"Did you manage to subdue the Captain?" Your earpiece crackled with the sound of your boss's voice.

"Negative. Subject on the run. In pursuit."

In pursuit. Yeah, right.

You only volunteered for the mission because you had been friends with him for a brief time before the War caught up with the both of you. The last time you ever saw him was the night Bucky took a couple of girls dancing and he had run off to yet another recruitment center.

Getting picked up by HYDRA wasn't all that pleasant, but they let you do as you please until you had gotten the order to bring in Steve Rogers.

That was a big nope, but he could help you escape and this was only the beginning.

"Til' next time, Captain," you muttered and jumped out onto the fire safety before slipping into the night, your pizza forgotten and cold.

Steve was left in a daze, but for some reason, he knew that wasn't the last time he'd be seeing you.

Y/R/N.

And you were counting on it.