Prompt: I just need an
imagine where skinny Steve got sent to the future (temporarily also he doesn’t
know he becomes Captain America yet) and the reader takes him on a cute date
answering all his questions and kisses him, leaving him all stunned before he
is sent back to his own time. [idk i’ve just really wanted to teach Steve about
the world today, but also I am in love with the tiny him.]
Warnings: teensy bit of language.
Note: AWWWWWWWWWWW
The Facility was quiet today,
you decided. Too quiet. And whenever things around here got too quiet,
something was bound to go wrong. That was the case this particular Sunday
afternoon. You were reading comic books, sitting on the floor cross-legged when
there was a bright, blinding flash of white light.
You squinted, blocking your
eyes from the sudden flash. When it dimmed, there was a man standing there. A
man you knew all too well.
“Steve?” You asked, slowly
standing up. You set your book on the coffee table and walked closer. He was
small, short, the version of himself he had been in the forties. You wondered
if something had happened to him. Had Hydra come up with a way to reverse the
serum? “Are you okay? What happened?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, do I know
you?” the smaller Steve asked, rubbing his eyes and looking around. A second
ago he had been standing in a cafe in Brooklyn, and now he was…well he didn’t
know that much. “Where am I?”
The larger, super-soldier
Steve walked into the room precisely at that moment, wide-eyed. In some part of
his memory, he remembered this. As quickly as he came in, he left, not that
small Steve seemed to notice.
“I’m (Y/N) (L/N),” You
introduced. “You’re in upstate New York. I’ll…um…I’ll be right back. Stay
right here. Don’t move.”
“O-Okay then…” Steve
hesitantly took a seat on the couch and you dashed into the hall after normal
Steve.
“Steve!” you hissed. A pair
of large muscular hands reached out of a supply closet and pulled you inside.
“I thought it was a dream. I
thought all of this was a dream,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“What do you mean?”
“The little guy in there is
me…was me. I don’t know how it happened, but I remember it somehow. A
little. But it was too crazy for me to ever accept as reality.” Steve
continued.
“You’re saying you were sent
here from the past.”
“I was, yeah.”
“So what do we do?”
“I can’t do anything,” Steve
said. “Neither can Bucky. We have to stay the hell away from him and pretty
much hide out in here until Tony can figure out how to send him back. Send me
back. This is confusing.”
“No shit,”
“How about…You have to
distract him. Take him out of here. Like on a little date or something. He
doesn’t go out much. He’ll love it, I promise,” Steve instructed, blue eyes
meeting yours. He smiled a little, as if remembering something that had yet to
happen. A rosy blush found its way to his cheeks.
“What?” You asked, cheeks
burning red. How long you had been hopelessly crushing on Captain America, you
couldn’t say. But now you were getting the chance to go on a date with him.
Kind of.
“Nothing. Just-”
“Why the hell is a tiny
version of you standing in the living room?” Tony asked, bursting into the
closet. You both jumped, looking at him wide-eyed. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt
your make-out session?” he snapped.
“Don’t worry about it.
(Y/N)’s gonna take him out on a date until you can figure out how to send him
back.”
“Okay. Good. That’s a good
plan.” Tony nodded, smirking at your flustered face. “Get out there.”
“Okay,” you nodded, walking
out of the closet.
“(Y/N),” Steve said. You
turned to look at him. “Thanks for this,”
“No problem,”
***
“So this is the future,”
small Steve stated, looking around the enormous parking garage full of all of
the Avengers’ vehicles. Some were new, some were old. Some were high-tech, some
were ordinary mini-vans. It was quite a sight.
“Yep. The year 2016.”
“God, I’m probably dead.”
Steve shook his head. “Or really, really old I guess.”
“Yeah, I bet,” you chuckled.
“So where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know. Where do you
want to go?” he asked.
“I’ll figure something out,”
You pulled a motorcycle helmet off of the wall and handed it to him before
leading him over to your bike. You swung a leg over and patted the seat behind
you. “Hop on,”
“Um, okay. I’ve, uh, never
rode on one of these before.”
“First time for everything,
right?”
***
“What’s this place?” Steve asked, looking up
at the bright lights of Times Square. You figured if you were going to show him
the future, you should go big or go home.
“Steve, this is New York. Times Square.” You
told him. He gasped.
“Geez,”
“Yeah. It change a lot?”
“Yeah,” Steve nodded, his arms tight around
your waist. You found a parking garage and parked your bike, stowing the
helmets in the console.
You led him out of the garage and down the
busy sidewalks, stopping in a few stores to show him things, namely, the Apple
store, the Disney Store, and a giant toy store with a huge piano. You took him
bowling and roller blading and out to see a movie and then you went to play
laser tag and get ice cream. The sky was the limit with Tony’s credit card.
Steve spent the day laughing and smiling and
joking around with you. He almost forgot that you were technically over half a
century younger than him. If these were normal circumstances, he would have
never met you.
Sometime in the evening, you stopped at a hot
dog stand to grab a bite to eat. Both of you sat on a bench nearby to eat.
“I’ve had a lot of fun today, (Y/N). Thanks.”
“No prob, Steve.”
“So um,” Steve looked at you. “You knew me
when I… Are we friends?”
“Yeah. We are. We have been for a few years
now.” You told him.
“Am I…old?”
“Yeah, a little,” you laughed, not quite
telling a lie. “Still handsome as ever though.”
“Thanks,” he chuckled. “I’m honestly
surprised I haven’t completely embarrassed myself yet. I’m, uh, not exactly
great with women.”
“I know,” you nodded, smiling. “You took me
on a tour once. Of all of the places you had been beaten up.”
“Yeah.” Steve shook his head. “Well, girls
aren’t exactly lining up to dance with a guy they could step on.”
“Maybe you don’t talk to the right girls,”
you smirked. Steve chuckled. Your phone buzzed. It was Tony.
Tony:
Guess who mastered time travel?!
“It’s Tony,” you told him. “He uh, found a
way to send you back.”
“Oh,” Steve replied sadly. “I…guess we better
get going then…”
“Yeah…”
***
You sadly stood in front of the machine Tony
had built. The day had been so much fun. You never wanted it to end. But you
knew it had to. Steve faced you. You took both of his hands in yours.
“Be careful back there,” you told him, trying
to hold in tears. “I’m gonna miss you.”
“I’m gonna miss you a hell of a lot. But for
a girl like you, I’d wait a century if I had to.”
“Awww, come here,” You pulled him into a hug.
“Never change, okay? Even if something happens to who you are on the outside,
never change who you are on the inside.”
“I promise I won’t,” he said softly, his arms
wrapped tightly around your waist. He pulled out of the hug to look at you. “I
have to do something now because I’m afraid I might never get the chance.”
“Okay. Go for it.” you nodded, meeting his
eyes. He started to lean forward, closing his eyes, but he stopped, nerves
acting up. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to you,
kissing him passionately. He kissed back timidly, lips moving along with yours.
Shaky hands found your waist and he gingerly held you. Your hands moved from
his collar to his soft cheeks, holding his face gently.
He pulled away with stars in his eyes.
“Woah,” he stated, shocked in the best way. “I…just…holy…”
“I’ll see you soon, I promise.” You smiled
softly.
“Okay,” he nodded. “Not soon enough.”
Steve gave one lingering glance at you before
stepping through the portal Tony had built and disappearing. The other Steve
walked through the door, arms crossed, showing off his monstrous biceps. His
shirt hugged his chest muscles tightly and now he towered over you. You couldn’t
believe how different he was. But if you were being honest, you loved him
either way.
“So uh, now you know,” Steve rubbed the back
of his neck.
“Know what?”
“Know that I’ve been in love with you since
the 1940’s but I thought I would never see you again.” He confessed.
“You have? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted that
first kiss to be our first kiss,” he
stated, watching you with his gentle blue eyes. “I didn’t know if it had been
real until today, but now that I know it was, I guess it’s safe to show you
these,” he handed you his sketchbook, a very, very old sketchbook that you were
fairly certain he had gotten from the museum.
You opened to the middle of the book and
flipped through his sketches, finding one of yourself. You gasped. The signature
in the corner had a date with it. 5-6-41.
“Steve…” You whispered softly, tears in your
eyes. He pulled you to his chest, holding you in his arms.
“When I met you again, after the ice, I
realized it hadn’t happened. It wouldn’t happen for a while, and when he showed
up today…” Steve sighed. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his
strong heartbeat. His large hand stroked your chin, tilting your head up
towards his. And for the first time in over seventy years, he kissed you again.
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