We're Still Here - Captain America Fanfic

1. A Dash Of Cinnamon

May 25, 2019 - Author Note: I want to give a quick shout out and thank you to capit-u for offering to translate this story into Portuguese! For any reader who would prefer a translated version, go check out their profile!

Enjoy!

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It was a Saturday of 1934. A normal day for 16-year-old Lucy Stark. She was currently taking a breakfast order for an older woman, Ms. Smith, who always ate alone at the diner. After placing the order, Lucy sighed and looked around the diner, putting a stray strand of brunette hair behind her ear. She looked up when the bell of the door rung as a young man, no taller than 5'4" walked in. He had blond hair which was neatly combed to one side. Unlike most men, he had a skinny form - metaphorically speaking 'as thin as a twig.' His baby blues complimented his facial features making him look a little younger than his actual age. Lucy watched as he sat at the far end of the counter. She glanced at the small group of girls at the other end giggling when they saw him. Lucy shook her head as she grabbed a menu from under the counter and walking over to where the young man sat.

Placing the menu in front of him, Lucy spoke up, "I'll be right with you."

"Oh, take your time, ma'am," he answered giving her a small smile. Lucy smiled back before turning to get the order which she had placed for Ms. Smith. Walking over to the older woman's table, she set the plate of food in front of the woman.

"Can I get you anything else, Ms. Smith?" Lucy questioned. The woman looked up at Lucy and gave her a smile, one which the young waitress returned.

"No thank you, dear," she said, her voice gentle and sweet, almost motherly.

"Well, if you need anything just holler." Lucy walked back to the counter, sitting on the empty stool next to the young man. "See anything you like?"

"Just a hot chocolate for now," he replied.

"You got it." Lucy stood up and began preparing the hot chocolate. "So, what's your name?" The man looked up.

"Steve. Steve Rogers. And you?"

"I'm Lucy. Lucy Stark." His blue eyes widened.

"You're not by any chance re-"

"Related to Howard Stark? Sad to admit, yes. He's my cousin." Lucy grabbed a mug and filled it with a cup of chocolate powder before pouring the hot water in and stirring the drink. "Whipped cream?" Steve nodded.

"Please." Lucy smiled.

"You know what's really good with hot chocolate? A dash of cinnamon."

"Never had it like that before."

"Want to try a little bit?" Steve shrugged before answering with a small 'sure.' After a small amount of cinnamon was sprinkled on top of the whipped cream, the drink was placed in front of Steve. Taking a sip, his eyes flashed with satisfaction.

"That is pretty good. Where'd you come up with the idea?"

"My mom used to give me hot chocolate with cinnamon when I was little. That was before she divorced and left my dad going who knows where."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I mostly grew up with Howard anyways. He's really the only family I have left and I don't mind." The two continued talking, Lucy often having to run back and forth taking orders and serving them. She asked Steve about himself. He mentioned that he likes art and was thinking about getting an art degree. He also stated that he's an only child and has lived with his mom since he was born due to the fact his father was KIA during the end of World War I. He even mentioned his friend James saying he'd bring him in one day to meet the brunette waitress. They talked until Lucy's shift was over. The brunette walked with Steve back to the apartment he lived in.

"You know, you're the only girl who's actually willing to talk to me," Steve said, his hands in his pockets as he and Lucy walked. She fiddled with the buttons on her sweater before looking to the male who was only three inches shorter than her.

"Really?" Lucy questioned in shock. "For a guy as handsome and cute as you, I'd think that girls would like you. And I'm not just saying that because I have the Stark charm and flattery. I'm saying it because it's true." Steve smiled shyly as he looked up to see the apartment building he lived in.

"Thanks. All girls look for in a guy is muscle, height, and good looks. You can see I'm not any of those." When the two got closer to the building, Lucy stopped walking causing Steve to stop and turn to face her.

"And as you can see, I'm not one of those girls. Steve, let me tell you that you don't have to be tall or strong for girls to like you. What they don't see is what's inside here." Lucy pointed to his chest where his heart was. He let out a gentle sigh.

"You know, you're different from most dames around. Well, you're not a dame - I mean you are but... You're a young woman, beautiful in fact, I just- ..." Lucy giggled at Steve's nervousness and smiled at him. He sighed before walking again, the brunette following him.

"You've never talked to a girl before, have you?" Steve shook his head.

"Other than my mom, no. I'd say you're the first." They stopped in front of the door to the apartment.

"Well, Steve, if you need to talk about anything - get anything off your chest - you know where to find me."

"When do you work?"

"Weekends." The blond nodded.

"I'll see you later, Steve."

"Yeah, see you." Lucy waved as she walked away. Steve waved back before walking into the apartment. He heard movement coming from the kitchen. Moving toward the room he saw a blonde haired woman. She turned to face him and smiled.

"Hi Steve," she spoke in a sweet, motherly voice.

"Hi mom," Steve replied, a sheepish smile appearing on his face.

"How was your day? Did you see Bucky?"

"No, I will tomorrow. I think I had one of the best days of my life. I met someone new."

"Oh? What's he like?" The male walked over to the counter sitting on the stool before he started speaking.

"Oh my gosh, she's just the most amazing girl I've ever met and who was willing to talk to me."

"You met a girl?"

"Not just any girl, mom. She's different. She doesn't seem to look for strength or height when it comes to guys. And she said I was handsome."

"Well, she's right, Steve." He watched as his mother walked over to where he sat and sat next to him, pulling him close. "My Steven is handsome. Just like his father."

"Thanks, mom."

"You should have her over sometime. After the two of you get to know each other more as friends than acquaintances. Now, go get washed up. Dinner's almost ready. Don't forget your meds."