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

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

Ryan smiled at you reassuringly, patting your cheek. "Not coming back to your spot behind the counter today, that's for sure."

"But-"

"I'm going in. I think this place won't blow up if I fill in for once. I sure hope I remember the process, though I'm probably not gonna be as efficient as you are."

You didn't know what to say. Hell, you didn't know what to do! But yeah, not coming back to the jungle sounded good, especially given your frantic escape.

"You really would do that?" you asked hesitantly and Ryan just rolled his eyes. "But... Ryan, what the hell do I do?!"

Your bestie gave you a lopsided smile and a wink, patting your cheek patronizingly once more before heading to take over your workplace.

"Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want."

-.-.-.-.-.-

While you were having your own freak-out, Steve was standing at the counter, dumb-struck.

He couldn't believe it. You had actually said those words. And judging by your reaction to his own, he must have said yours. Which... yeah, congratulation, Rogers, you had given your Universe-chosen dame an amazing note on her skin. To be fair, so had she.

Incredible.

Impossible.

His soulmate was in this century. In this millennia. That was what he got for ever thinking he could escape fate; a slap right in his face.

Because while for several cherished moments, he basked in the light on his soulmate not considering the pairing with him the infamous mistake the words on his skin claimed... he soon learned that it didn't mean no heartbreak for him.

You had taken an abrupt leave to the back of the office and never came back.

Few minutes later, a man emerged from the door you had disappeared into, taking your seat and without a second look on Steve's ID, he explained that Steve would have to come here again.

Steve didn't care for the process of getting his driving licence renewed in the slightest, barely listening. His gaze was at the door to the hall, opened ajar, the door you didn't return from after learning he was meant to be your partner.

When he had seen you behind the desk, he had considered you a beautiful dame, certain his heart had skipped a beat when your eyes met his. The sight of you was burned into his brain, now forever as a painful memory.

Clearly, you didn't want him. Not because he was sickly, 95 pounds or 5'7'' or all bones. Not because your words to him were about a mistake. Not because he was from Brooklyn. No. Honestly, Steve didn't know why, what could scare you off so soon. He just knew you had escaped at the mere sight of him.

With his mind fuzzy, he walked out of the building into the bright nearly midday sun, blaming the sharp rays for the sting in his eyes. He sighed, running his hand down his face, suddenly bone tired.

"Mr. Rogers?" a shy female voice addressed him, instantly making him turn around to its source.

His lips parted in awe. There you stood, your airy floral dress reaching your knees, played with by the softest breeze. Hesitant smile on your lips. A tiniest spark in your eyes as he subconsciously took two steps to you, just to prove you would still be there if he came closer. You didn't disappear.

"Y-yes?" he stuttered, actually feeling like the small man he had used to be before the serum.

You quietly introduced yourself, meeting his eyes once more, effectively stopping his heart again. You offered your hand for him to shake and he, feeling like he was dreaming, something else possessing his body, kissed your knuckles as he would have done if meeting you seventy years ago.