Steve Rogers Imagines

Why Thank You

Steven Grant Rogers was raised right by his mother. Good mannerisms, politeness, a bright smile, and a bright personality. He was tiny, but he was mighty. He never gave up for what was right.

When he woke up seventy years after all that had happened in his life, it took him a while to adjust. Especially to the fact that women were throwing themselves at him. Unfortunately it was really only for the title of Captain America. No woman other than Peggy had really taken the chance to get to know and like him for him. He often wondered if he would ever find a woman that could share a life with him, and get to know him more and more as the years passed on.

It was an ordinary day in Brooklyn. At least it was normal when he wasn't being called in for missions. He already had his morning jog and got his cup of coffee from his favorite cafe.

He strolled around the city observing life play out amongst all the people. He went into an art store to pick up some more paints, though he ended up getting more supplies than what he came for.

After exiting the shop, he decided he was ready to return home and watch a good movie. He decided to take the subway. When he got on it was extremely crowded from the usual. He kept on his hat and sunglasses to conceal his identity.

He got the first seat available and took it gladly ready to get home. When the subway stopped to pick up or drop off people from the next stop, a woman walked in. Steve couldn't keep his eyes off her.

The woman looked clueless, shy, and confused. In Steve's eyes he knew she must be visiting New York, coming from a place where there really wasn't much traffic or subways, and he thought it was adorable. The subway was about to move again so he did what he thought he should've already done.

"Excuse me ma'am, please would you take my seat?" He got up.

"Are.. are you sure.. I can stand, I don't want you to have to give up your seat."

"I insist." When she started to move to the seat the sub started to move and she fell right into his arms. She looked down twiddling with her hand that wasn't pressed against Steve's body. He let her go except for her one hand to help her sit down.

"Why thank you." This time she looked up and smiled.

"You're welcome."

Eventually many people had unloaded so seats were open. The woman noticed and patted the seat next to her. Steve nodded and sat down with her.

She pulled out her earbud and offered it to him.

"You're just gonna let a stranger listen to music with you?" Steve chucked.

"I... I guess you're right, but I mean I thought I could trust you giving up your seat and all... I'm sorry, it's just I've never been to New York, and I really am used to not having to worry about to much danger."

"You mean like the alien attacks?"

"No... There... There was attacks by... Aliens? You're.. you're not one of those people who wear tinfoil hats and are alien crazy are you? I mean if you are no offense but, that just sounds a little crazy."

"Oh... No I don't wear tinfoil hats. Yes there was an actual attack by aliens... That was a year ago..."

"Oh.. I'm sorry. Look I don't live under a rock, I just really hate watching the news, and I mean I wasn't anywhere in the line of fire. I mean I could've been, but I wasn't. Small town and all."

"I think I'll take that earbud now." He tried changing the topic.

"Oh okay yeah sure." She handed her earbud over to him and he put listening to whatever it was that was playing.

"What is this?" He asked her.

"Are you kidding? It's only an amazing band. Pink Floyd. This song is called Comfortably Numb. Maybe you're the one who lives under a rock. Eheh."

"I've been told. It's really good music though."

"You know, you really should start a list of things people recommend, that way if you can't get to them now, you could take a look at them later."

"That's actually a really good idea."

He looked to realize they were coming at his stop. He really didn't want to leave her.

"Well this is my stop."

"Oh... Is this weird that it's my stop too. So coincidental..." She smiled looking the opposite direction.

When the sub finally stopped, he let her walk out first. Then they walked side by side.

"Can I ask what your name is?"

"Oh sure should've told ya sooner, it's y/n."

"Y/n, it's nice to meet you. My name is Steve Rogers."

"Steve, it's nice to meet such a gentlemen. It's sad that gentlemanly actions are kinda fading away and almost obsolete. I think it's really sweet when guys pull all the stops for the women in their lives."

"Well I guess you could say my mother raised me to be very traditional and... Vintage"

"Vintage, eh? I think that's sweet."

"You know you're the first dame who's really actually tried to get to know me."

"Dame? That means woman right."

Here chucked, "It does."

"Oh, alright. What do you mean... Why wouldn't any woman not want to get to know you? Your kind, polite, respectful, and from what I can see you're probably inedibly artistic. You're the kind of man that you'd already be excited to show off to family and friends. You look like you'd be a good companion to talk with. You look like you'd be a wonderful husband and a wonderful father. Those women obviously don't know about the wonderful man they're missing out on."

Steve froze and shuffled on his feet.

"You okay there Steve? I just thought you deserved to hear that. You don't mind that I said that do you?"

He looked up again and smiled, "I... I don't mind at all. I was just thinking, is it possible to fall in love at first sight?"

"Maybe so Steve... Now I would like to think so." She walked back to him and took hold of his hand.

Steve took her where she was staying and they exchanged phone numbers. Before he left, she gave him a small peck on the cheek.

He knew he was fading in love, and he was a little more comfortable in this new life of his.