Hi! Guys! new fic, I hope you will like it.

I don't own Captain America and the Marvel characters

In the city of Lagos, Nigeria, Steve had a mission. A simple mission which was to find Rumlow along with his commandos and neutralise them. Some information of Shield had been hacked by Hydra, the records involved a biological weapon which was being stored and studied in Lagos in a research institute for infectious disease. Rumlow being the chief henchmen of Hydra, he would necessarily be there. It was obvious that Hydra had future projects with this weapon. The mission was to prevent him to have this biological weapon as long as Steve was not intercepted.

Two days before his arrival in Lagos, it was Fury who spoke to Steve about this information informally. The case was serious but it was not necessary to spread the information. As Captain America, Steve assured Fury that he would prevent Rumlow from getting this weapon. Steve talked about it to Natasha, Sam and Wanda who all agreed to intervene. Tony was not available in New York and in any case, the team was ready to act without Iron Man. They all took the Quinjet to get to Lagos. The Avengers took to a hotel not far from the Research Institute for infectious disease which was to be monitored. A few days of investigation and everyone had their roles mapped out. Steve followed a professor he suspected of being of Hydra, Wanda and Sam watched the building remotely in case of intrusion and Natasha had infiltrated the medical staff of the Institute for more information.

Professor Leonardo Calves was one of the scientists who had permission to manipulate the virus. He taught at a private university of Lagos, and Steve suspected him of reporting to Hydra during his lunch breaks. That was the reason why he was following him and even attended physics class of the professor. It was a first for him, not attending a class but going to a university. Sitting in lecture halls, listening to the professor go on about physics formula which were so much less complicated than he had originally thought.

Steve sat in the large amphitheatre, on one of the many benches in the back rows. There were an average amount of foreigners in the auditorium so by sitting in the back and hiding his face with his blue cap, he went unnoticed. Nobody saw anybody anyway, the professor was too enamoured by his own speech and students were too busy on their computers or on their smartphones. Steve pretended to take notes. while the majority of students used their computer, Steve preferred the good old paper and pencil. He let himself go often in his memories of Bucky in Brooklyn.

It was during one of those moments, when he was lost in his memories, that a woman entered the lecture hall through the back door. She looked up the stairs, trying to make the least possible noise. Once at the top of the stairs, she stepped on the path to find a place on the bench for sitting.

A book fell down from her hand, she squatted down to take it with a hand on the baby asleep on her chest, in a complicated set of fabric that supported him. Hampered by the fact that some people had returned to chastise her with a look, she quickly walked to a bench close to him. Steve looked at her, her baby was in a very restless sleep. The woman was beautiful, her honey curly hair was caught up in a messy bun at the top of her head. The colour of her skin was a delicious blend of milk and coffee. She wore a green tank top, jeans shorts and sneakers. Steve allowed himself to look at her longer than necessary, also because she was sitting a few meters away from him. The woman took out some paper and many pens of diferent colours and put them on the table.

The professor was in full rant while Steve was eyeing the beautiful young woman. She had fresh air, the delicacy with which she touched the sleeping head of her son was beautiful to see. Once properly installed, she began to scribble on a paper. Steve didn't know why but he could not take his eyes off her. Her curves were certainly attractive but that was not what really attracted him. He had a kind of sudden urge to talk to her, maybe he wanted to talk about something that doesn't involve Captain America. But he wanted to talk to her. His shyness didn't leave him the choice though, he didn't know how to talk to her. Anyway what should he tell her? He didn't know what to say so he was content to watch her from the corner of his eyes.

"Stevy! Stop doing that, mom is working." She whispered and Steve almost choked on the water he was drinking from the bottle he had. The woman of moka skin, looked at him curiously, frowning. Steve coughed slightly and continued. "Are you okay?" She asked to Steve.

"Uhm yeah yeah I was just surprised by Uhm ... no matter." He gave her an embarrassed smile.

Rose looked at him curiously but nodded. Little Stevy woke up and began to wriggle in all directions. She put her pen on the paper, resigned. Then began to loosen the bands that were holding the baby in place. One of her pen slipped and fell on the floor. Steve saw it, bending down to pick it up.

"Ma'am ... You dropped this," Steve said sliding in the gap between them. " Ma'am?" He handed her the pen. When she looked up, her eyes crossed his eyes. Steve had heard about people falling in love at first sight when he was young but he had never felt this kind of things. He left it for blues songs and black and white films. yet here he was faced with this unknown woman with her baby in her arms, and looking into her eyes he suddenly felt ill. His hands became sweaty automatically, he swallowed hard, his face hardening and his heart jumping at his his throat. The time spent looking at each other without blinking seemed like centuries to him as much as it did to Rose. She gasped lightly, looking in his incredibly blue eyes.

The baby squirmed in her arms, threatening to cry.

"Thank you ..." She took the pen quickly, putting it down on the table and continued her task.

"... You are welcome." He moved to get back on his place. But didn't take his eyes off her.

Once she freed the baby, Steve blinked and looked away embarrassed. Rose had pulled out a breast off her tank top to feed the little Stevy.

"Baby, we said you would sleep an hour longer, why did you wake you uhn?" She said softly. The baby smiled, biting the dark nipple and she smiled at him, "my little bandit." She laughed.

Steve focused on the professor again but it was hard. He wanted so badly to watch her but it was wrong. You could see one of her breasts, he could not look at her without her consent in such circumstances.

After breastfeeding, she lifted the baby to rest his head on her shoulder and patted lightly his back to burp him.

"ARHG Stevenson!" She whistled softly, little Stevy was laughing. He vomited some milk on her shoulder. Now she was about to try to put him on her knees to take out wipes in her bag but little Stevy wriggled again, laughing. Rose looked at him with her brown eyes, sighing. Stevy wriggling arms and feet and gave her a huge smile. Rose could not help but stare and smile at him.

" I can take him."

Rose turned her head towards the unknown white man. She frowned, "what do you mean by taking him?"

"Just ... Hold him, I mean so you can clean yourself. I won't go anywhere. I will stay here," he said softly, leaning towards her. "But if you don't want to that's fine," he sat down again.

"Just a few seconds would be perfect." She smiled. He nodded, "but come closer so I can have an eye on you."

"Sure," Steve approached her. Even with the baby vomit on her shoulder, the young woman smelt of sweet baby cream. It gave him a desire to cuddle her. Steve took the baby, he was holding the little Stevy right in front of him, looking at him gravely. Rose took a package of wipes in her bag and chucked out several wipes to wipe herself. The baby looked at Steve and chuckled for a moment before laughing which made Steve laugh.

"He likes you."

"Uhm?"

"He likes you, Stevy usually hates it when a stranger holds him." She said, wiping away the traces of vomit.

"Oh ..." he said a little sheepishly and Rose smiled.

"My name is Rose and you?"

"Steve ... Steve Rogers." He said looking at her, waiting for her to start on him as people usually did when they heard his name, but Rose continued to clean herself as if nothing had happened.

"Oh Steve? Your name is Steve?"

" Yes."

She giggled, "Well, this little bandit you are holding is called Stevenson. It is a nice coincidence."

" Yes, it's true."

Maybe fate

Once clean she threw the dirty wipes in a small bag she had in her bag and closed everything. She patted her thighs and then reached out to take the baby. Steve gave her the baby who pouted a bit.

"Don't you want your mom, Stevy? C'mon darling it's time to return to my arms." She said to the baby lovingly and Steve smiled. " Thank you Steve."

" No problem, it's normal."

Steve moved back to his original place, leaving Rose to take care of the baby.

The class continued and when the baby was comfortably calmed down, almost dozing, Rose returned to her notes. She alternated between her concentration on the physics class and rocking the little Stevy. Steve looked at her from time to time with amusement. Rose ... He repeated in his head. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.

At the end of the class, Steve got up to leave.

"I'm sorry ... I would like to pass," he whispered, to avoid waking the sleeping baby in her arms. She nodded and stood up to let him pass. Steve straightened his cap and started walking between the benches towards exit. Once he passed, she sat quietly without looking up from the sleeping baby.

Steve hesitated a little. He looked at the exit stairs and Rose, hesitating what to do. He wanted to talk with her, maybe having a simple conversation about the weather or things like that, just to speak but he hesitated. His shyness didn't grow as his body did. He was the same Brooklyn Stevy who had to rely on Bucky to have a date. Rose looked up and looked at him curiously.

"Do you need something?"

"No .. No I was thinking."

"Standing before me?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Uhm yeah."

Rose bit her lower lip, "you are weird."

He smiled, "Uhm ... I think I'll go. Goodbye Rose." He turned to leave with regret.

"Steve?" Rose called.

"Yes?"

"Maybe ... Maybe we can eat together in the cafeteria. I often eat alone and I'm sure the baby in my arms will want to see the handsome blonde stranger with blue eyes, again. Plus, the said blonde guy is also called Steve. You can stay with us ... if you want to. It doesn't bother me. "

"I have nothing to do right now so ... I think I can do that."

She smiled and moved to leave enough place on the bench for sitting. He nodded and sat down next to her. They remained in comfortable silence for a few minutes, looking at each others in the eyes. As if speaking without words. Steve blushed and looked away.

"So ... What do you do in Lagos?"

"What If I told you that I am a student here?"

"I would say you are a liar."

He laughed, "why?"

"First, you look ... Too old to be here, then you have an American accent. Americans come here for tourism or for women, not for our universities."

"Uhm ... I see I'm not here for any of that."

" Job?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Miss ... I'm not married yet." Steve looked at the baby in her arms and looked at her face again, "Well It's a long story but I'm a single mother." She looked at her baby with love, "men are not so important anyway, just a waste of time. I'm doing very well alone."

"I understand ... My mother raised me by herself after the death of my father. Then she died of tuberculosis." He said thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry, Stevy Uhm ... Steve." He smiled gently, "we can now go to the cafeteria if you want or you can look in my bag, there is a small package of food. If you are really hungry you can have it."

"No it's okay."

"You are wrong, my food is delicious." She teased, "and then there is no spice in it if it scares you."

"I can eat spicy food."

She narrowed her eyes, "don't try me, Rogers."

"Captain Rogers."

"Captain?"

"Yes," he smiled looking at her cute face.

"Is it a nickname or something?"

He laughed," No no I'm really a captain."

" Well okay, I'm pretty sure captain that I would have to call an ambulance if you tasted a Nigerian spicy dish."

He laughed, "I'm sure I can handle a spicy dish, miss Rose."

"I'm sure not."

"Me, I think so."

"Then I'll have to see it to believe it."

" Okay."

"Okay what?"

"Let's go eat a Nigerian spicy dish."

She watched him a moment, then laughed, "Oh boy, you're dead."

Steve blinked rapidly, he really tried to stay dignified but this damn hot sauce flamed his throat. He felt like all his mouth was in the flames of hell.

" Oh my God..."

Rose chuckled, "Steve, if you want to stop it's alright. You were brave enough."

"No. I'll ... Oh my God."

Rose laughed louder, "okay, It's enough," Rose took the bowl of spiced fish soup and slid it towards herself. "Steve? Are you okay?"

" My tongue!" He blinked his red eyes. In fact his whole face was red. Rose reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of water. Steve almost snatched the bottle and drank greedily without worrying about the mocking gaze of Rose. As crazy as it seemed to her, Rose was undoubtedly attracted to him. It was strange and new. Since she had her baby and that her boyfriend had loosely abandoned them, men didn't interest her at all. In fact she could see herself staying single for whole life. Anyway she had had no sexual desire since the childbirth, so watching a man in a way other than platonic was new for Rose.

"Didn't you say you can eat a spicy Nigerian dish uhm? Don't do the same error again Stevy." She chuckled.

"I'm ... I'm sorry I drank it all," he said breathlessly.

"It's okay, I still have other in my bag. In fact I feel like I carry a travel bag," she laughed. "I'm sure you could find a mattress inside it if you dig well." Steve was breathing quickly, trying to look good but God! this pimento was a killer. She rummaged in her bag again and pulled out another bottle of water and gave it to him. He took it and drank again, "at least when you go back to America you can tell this story to your colleagues. Are you okay now?"

He nodded, "poor dear," she said in a sad voice but equally mocking.

"No it's okay, I'm better." He told her and she smiled.

"Okay ... Do you want an ice cream?"

"I'd kill for an ice cream," he whispered and she laughed.

Steve paid for his soup and they left the small restaurant. They stopped in a small shop, Steve chose a strawberry and mint sorbet, while Rose chose a vanilla and chocolate sorbet. Steve paid for the ice after insisting to pay. She just smiled and accepted the sorbet.

"I don't like mint," she wrinkled her nose seeing how he licked the ice cream. The great man had an ogre appetite, she thought.

"And the strawberry?"

"Not really, I much prefer the chocolate and vanilla. In fact I don't like chocolate alone. I find that each chocolate needs a little vanilla to soften the taste."

"And you, little Stevy, what do you like?" He asked the baby who was eyeing him suck his ice cream. The baby pouted and raised his arms to Steve like to snatch the ice cream.

"He likes mommy's milk," she stuck her tongue out at Steve and he smiled.

" He is cute."

"I think all men named Steve are cute." She told him and he blushed.

"What do you want to do now?"

Rose looked at her watch on her wrist and sighed, "I have to go to chemistry class."

"I have not asked you what you study."

"I have not asked you what is your work here."

"You're right, miss Rose."

"Always!"

"I'll walk you to the University then."

"Yes, sorry. The two hours passed quickly enough."

They walked the crowded streets of Lagos, he was close to her and the baby in a protective way . The restaurant was only a few meters from the University, leaving them just a few minutes to talk.

" I had have a good time."

"Even when you nearly choked on pimento?" She chuckled.

"Every moment was fun, I have not laughed like that since ... For too long."

"We should redo that."

"Tomorrow," she stopped in front of him.

Steve nodded, "Tomorrow."

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