The first time your eyes met the striking blue of Captain Rogers was the day that he moved into the apartment across from yours. It hadn't been anything abnormally special. Time hadn't slowed down or stopped, butterflies hadn't filled your stomach, and no mysterious force had drawn you into each other's arms. He was just a man carrying a rather large looking box into his apartment and you were a woman frantically juggling too many items in your arms as you vainly rushed to try not to be even more late for work.
A small muffled sound that was meant to be a polite 'mornin' somehow just managed to escape from around the apple in your mouth as you gave the rather large man a quick nod of acknowledgement while hurrying on your way, barely registering the returned nod and sentiment until you'd made it outside, your body suddenly halting to a stop.
"…Did he call me 'ma'am'?"