Chris Carter was on her way to her grandmother's.
Since her parents died, ten years ago, she's been taking care of her. She doesn't remember much these days with her Alzheimer. Chris goes over to her house every day after work and make her some dinner and make sure she is well taken care of.
Chris walked into the house and heard her grandmother talking to someone.
"Steve, you're back." She said happily.
"I couldn't leave my best girl." Steve said.
"Grandma." Chris said walking in.
"Oh, Christine. This is Steve."
Steve stood up and shook her hand.
"Wow, you look just like your grandmother." Steve said to Chris.
"I get that a lot." Chris said smiling.
Chris leaned down and kissed her grandma's head.
"Do you need anything?" Chris asked.
"No, dear." Peggy said smiling.
"Then, why don't you get some sleep."
She nodded and Steve and Chris walked out. Chris turned off the light and closed the door behind her. They sat on the couch in the living room and Chris let out a small laugh.
"What's so funny?" Steve asked giving her a confused smile.
"Captain America is sitting in my grandmother's house. All this time I thought she was making up stories about how you and her, but here you are." Chris said smiling.
"She told you about me?"
"She has a few stories. I've heard them each a dozen times."
"Like what?"
"Like, how before the serum you were 5'4", scrawny and weak. I'm guessing you weren't a real lady killer back then?"
"Girls do tend to go for a man that's taller than them." Steve said, and they laughed.
"I'm guessing you're batting girls off of you now."
"I guess." He shrugged.
"I bet you have a girl waiting for you to come home." Chris said hoping his answer was no.
"No. I haven't really found anybody that can quite hold up to how amazing your grandmother was, but I think I just found someone." Steve smiled.
"Oh, what's she like?"
"I don't really know. Maybe I can get to know her over dinner?"
"Sure." Chris said trying to hide the blush that was crawling up her cheeks.
"Could we go now?" He asked.
"Of course, let me grab my coat." She said getting up "You know, for someone who hasn't asked out a girl in a while, that was really smooth."
"Thanks." He laughed. "Who's medals?" He asked and Chris turned to see him staring at the box with the few medals in it.
"Oh, those are mine." She said walking over to him.
"You served?"
"Six years in Iraq."
"There's a purple heart." He said pointing to it.
"That's how I got out. Can't serve anymore." She said putting on her coat.
"What happened?"
"Where should we go for dinner?" Chris asked changing the subject.
"There's that Italian place around the corner." Steve said catching the hint.
"Sounds great."
They were sat at a table and Steve ordered them some wine.
The entire time they just talked about themselves trying to get to know each other.
Chris ordered some pasta dish and Steve ordered the Chicken Bolognaise. His came with spaghetti. Being Italian Chris just had to try the marinara. She took a noodle and tried to eat this long strand. She started moving towards the bowl and realized she was face to face with Steve who had the other end of the noodle. Their eyes got really big and Chris bit off so he could have the rest.
"Sorry." He said awkwardly.
"No, it was your spaghetti. I'm sorry." Chris said as her face started to heat up.
They finished eating and Steve leaned forward on his elbows.
"I have to know why you got the purple heart." Steve said looking at her seriously.
"Cards up?"
"Cards up."
"Okay." She sighed.
Steve shifted a little and rested his chin on his hands.
"We were ambushed in Iraq. They killed the four men I was with but being the commanding officer, they held me captive and tortured me. They would cut me, and water board me. I never told them anything. I would never turn on my own country or endanger my friends in the military. After a week they were fed up with me. They took me into the desert and shot me in the chest. Obviously, they missed my heart. I laid there in the sand as my wound bled out. I don't really know how long I was lying there, but sooner or later a truck drove by. They were taking supplies to camp and saw me lying there. They took me back to base. They bandaged me up and flew me to the closest hospital. They had to perform surgery to remove the bullet. They fixed me up, gave me a purple heart and sent me home."
"Wow." Steve said.
"Yeah."
"That must have been terrible."
"Yeah." Was all she could say, and with that the conversation was over.
Steve paid for dinner, although Chris told him she would take her half. He refused.
They walked out and stood in front of the restaurant.
"Well, this was fun. Except for my depressing story."
"Not even, it's incredible that you lived."
"I'm just lucky he was a bad shot." Chris said smiling.
They stood there awkwardly for a second until Chris broke the silence.
"Well, goodnight." She said.
"Goodnight." He replied.
Neither of them moved. They still stood there staring at each other. It was only a few second and Steve crashed his lips onto hers.

They were lying in his bed. Chris was lying on her stomach as he ran his fingers over the scars on her upper arms and back.
"They did quite the damage." Steve said sadly.
"We all go through something." Chris said.
"Yeah, but not like you did."
"You were frozen in a block of ice for 60 years. I think that's pretty close."
"It's okay to feel sorry for yourself."
"I don't like to think about it. I can't go swimming. I can't take a bath. Some days even showers are hard. It installed a fear of drowning."
"It's understandable."
"I'm so sorry. We only met today and you already know more about me than anyone."
"I'm okay with that." Steve said smiling.
Chris smiled back.
"Okay," Chris said flipping onto her side and holding her head up with her hand to mirror Steve. "Cards up. Was that the first time you've... yeah... since 1944?" Chris asked.
"That bad?"
"No, I was just wondering." She said.
"Oh." He said sadly.
"It was enjoyable, Steve." She smiled.
"Oh." He said again with a blush.
Chris giggled and he blushed harder. Then his face turned serious as he looked at her chest. The sheet was pulled up, but he could see the scar on her chest from where she had been shot.
Steve reached his hand out and placed it over the scar. Three inches to the left of her heart. She had been lucky, and she knew that.
"What?" Chris asked.
"Just think how close you were to death."
"I know."
They eventually fell asleep. But not for long because Chris had to go to work.
Chris was running around the room grabbing her clothes off the ground. Steve had on some jeans and a tee shirt.
"Where do you work?" Steve asked as he helped her zip up the dress she had been wearing.
"Not far from you. But sometimes really far from you." Chris said smiling.
"That made no sense."
"Just because I was shot doesn't mean I chose to stay away from danger. With my knowledge of languages and weapons SHIELD had me in the field in no time. My family tree may have helped as well."
"You work at SHIELD, and I've never seen you."
"We work in two different groups. If it wasn't for Grandma we may never have met."
"I'm glad we did." Steve smiled.
"Me too." Chris said kissing him.