Marvel Imagines

Singin' In The Rain (Steve Rogers X Reader)

*Time Period: Before the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier

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"Great. Just great," You mutter lowly to yourself, watching as the once sunny afternoon sky of Washington, D.C begins to cloud over, turning into a dark grey. "There goes any inspiration I had left to do anything today."

Sighing heavily, you turn away from the window you'd been previously staring out of, instead, allowing your gaze to wander the small café bustling around you.

Baristas are taking orders and mixing drinks, people are chatting casually over their food and drinks...

No one notices the shy girl in the corner with her various items skewed across the table, an older looking laptop booted up and plugged in; charging.

Shaking yourself out of your daze, you take a sip of your own drink - now cold - that you'd ordered hours ago when you first walked in, figuring you should at least be polite and order something so you're not loitering and simply draining the small business of it's WiFi.

"That's gross," You grimace, almost gagging at the cold liquid as it makes its way down your throat.

Though the disgusting nature of the drink does allow you to regain your focus on the task at hand.

Running a hand through your hair, you squint at the digital document in front of you, its standard size twelve Times New Roman font a rather sore sight.

"Just get this done," You assure aloud, your voice a harsh whisper. "Then you can go home and do whatever else a typical boring evening with Y/N holds."

Nodding, you down the last of your unpleasant drink, your fingers beginning to dance swiftly over the keyboard, your mind now completely wrapped up in your typing.

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It had been some time.

You knew that much.

The people who had been in the café at what you'd assumed was lunch time earlier had now vanished without a trace and now all that was left are a few staff members, wiping down tables and sweeping the floors.

"Are you okay, Miss?" The older lady from behind the counter asks, her voice startling you from your work as your head snaps up, meeting her soft and concerned gaze from across the way. "I can't help but notice you've been sitting there since-"

She rolls over her wrist, glancing at a watch.

"At least 11:30 this morning," She finishes, smiling kindly. "Is everything alright?"

You can't help but chuckle lightly at her remark.

"Everything's fine," I nod, a small smile tugging at my own lips. "It's just, my internet is down at home and I really needed to get some work done today, so I figured I'd drop by your place..."

You allow your sentence to trail off, unsure of really what else to say.

"Plus," You begin once more, your tone now sounding completely awkward. "You guys make the best cup of coffee around. Great motivation to get some work done if you ask me."

The older woman just lets out a soft laugh before returning to work, greeting a new customer you hadn't noticed before at the cash register.

It's a man - you can certainly tell that much from his well defined form - wearing a plain black baseball cap and oddly enough, a pair of sunglasses.

"Why are you wearing sunglasses when the sun isn't even out?" You murmur lowly, your gaze hastily leaving the man at the counter and back to your own laptop screen.