Marvel Imagines

Steve [Gadgets and Gismos]

"(Y/N)!"

You quickly woke from your daydream about pizza as your boss yelled at you from across the bookshop. You quickly wiped the drool off the side of your face, "Yes, Henry?"

Your boss, Henry, grumbled angryly, "Get to shelving those books." Henry pointed to a box of books at had been sitting in the same spot since this morning. Sighing you grabbed the box and hefted them over to a near by shelf. Unwrapping the box you giggled to yourself. The box was full of books for Dummies. You started pulling out the books one by one. Geometry for Dummies, Cooking for Dummies, Calculus for Dummies, Gardening for Dummies. You stopped. Technology for Dummies, 'My grandpa could use this,' you thought to yourself.

"Excuse me, miss." You glanced up as you heard a masculine voice speak, "Could I see that?" You stood shocked as a very handsome man with blue eyes and blonde hair pointed to the book you were holding.

"This?" You handed him the book. You watched as he read the back of the book , nodded and then tucked it under his arm. "Are you sure you need that?"

The man nodded firmly, "Yes. I am always completely lost around my friends with their new gadgets and gismos."

You laughed, "You sound like my grandpa." You immediately regretted what you said as his ears went red. "It's adorable."

The man looked at you and smiled, "I'm Steve Rogers."

"(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)"

"Well, Ms. (Y/L/N), it was great meeting you. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime."

You laughed, "Hand me over that gadget of yours and I'll make sure that happens." Steve dug into his pocket and handed over his phone to you. You quickly punched in your number and clicked save on his contacts. Handing his phone back to him, a name on the contacts caught your eye, "Tony Stark?"

Everyone knew who famous, Tony Stark was, he was almost as known as the president of the United States.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck nervously laughing, "That's more," He coughed and cleared his throat, "second date, material."

You put another book on the shelf, "Hold up there, Mister, we haven't even been on date one, yet."

Steve flashed a smile at you, "Tomorrow, 6:00 p.m.?"

You smiled back, "Tomorrow's good."

After you checked Steve out, on the cash register that is, you went back to shelving books. You occasionally started to drift off and daydream, except this time a certain blonde haired, blue eyed man, took residence in all of them.