Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

The Best Mistake of My Life - soulmate AU - Pt. 1/7

Your friend observed you silently for a beat, not following. And then realization hit him like a train.

"Oh. OH. No shit?!"

It was your turn to stare silently, your mind loud enough to make noise and fill the space of Ryan office.

"Damn, does he really look like that? Lucky bitch!"

"Ryan!" you yelped in surprise when his fist bumped your shoulder, almost knocking you off balance.

It worked though. It grounded you and threw you back to reality. You tried your best to calm your breathing, but damn. This guy... he was your soulmate. You just met your soulmate. And he wasn't a grandpa. He didn't weight 95 pounds either. You weren't in a hotel, neither in a theatre.

No. The number was only about one tiny mistake- oh, ohhh shit, what was the first thing you had said to him? Oh fuck. Way to go, girl!

"Are you okay?" Ryan asked rubbing the spot he had punched.

"No!" you shot back immediately, your mind racing.

"You know what I mean. You look better now. Though I gotta say, so is he. His face really is quite easy on the eyes . How about the rest of him?"

Ry-Ry, your bi-side is showing.

You chuckled at the easy talk, the tension from your shoulders falling a bit.

"Well... yeah, he's like a model. So out of my league..." you muttered, remembering your ogling. This guy was your soulmate? Wasn't it a mistake?

Ryan was suspiciously quiet; normally you would expect him to scold you for selling yourself short. Instead, he was staring at the licence, his lips parted in silent shock.

What now?

"What?" you demanded, following his line of gaze.

Ryan just chuckled, the incredulous sound ringing, echoing in the quiet space. "Girl, I hate to break it to you, but I might not fire Sheryl just yet."

Your eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"Remember that one time aliens were falling from the sky?"

You blinked in surprise at that question, not following his train of thoughts. "Uhm... yeah? Pretty hard to forget that...?"

You were lucky you hadn't been smashed under a building that day. Many people in Manhattan were, some sadly not. So yeah, you remembered.

"You remember the waitress from the café talking after the incident?"

"Oh my god, Ry-Ry, just spill it! I'm not following!"

Your friend huffed in exasperation, shoving the licence in your face, his finger on the name.

Steven Grant Rogers. Yeah, you could read too.

"That name should ring a bell, you dumbass! Would you say that this guy is handsome enough to be Captain America?" he hissed, making your heart stop.

Oh. Oh shit.

OH SHIT.

Your brain short-circuited.

"Oh my god. He really is 95," you breathed out, your brain somehow choosing the least logical reaction to this whole revelation.

Ryan laughed. "Ding-ding, we have a winner! Holy crap, baby, I think you just got yourself a superhero soulmate!"

And just like that, you started panicking again. You gulped, watching the driving licence as if it could blow up.

"Shit, Ry-Ry! What do I do?" you whispered, desperation soaking through. What were you supposed to do upon that revelation? Captain America was your freaking soulmate!