Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK Rowling and Marvel

Hello people of earth and mars! I've been working on this story for a while after I realized the story, Flower in New York, on my other page, RaspberrySparrow, wasn't doing so good. I'm just saying that because there are some similarities in it. I like non magical stories a lot so I decided to do one. I hope you enjoy this story!

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Change in Life

Chapter One

"That's it Lea, keep pushing! I can almost see the head!" The doctor said from where he was sitting.

Lea Rogers had been in labor for almost five hours until she was dilated enough to start pushing. Her husband Steve was there holding her hand as she screamed and pushed. Her hold was like a vice as she gripped him. As she pushed, Steve thought back to how all of this happened. How he met the love of his life and was now starting a family.

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Steve Rogers was out for a run around Brooklyn. The strong ex-soldier enjoyed his runs around where he now lived. The man had been in ice for 70 years and was still catching up on the 21st century but running was the one thing that didn't change. He, of course was going at a slower pace than usual as it might scare the rare early riser to see him run almost as fast of a car. Thanks to the injections in World War II that changed him into the super soldier, Captain America, he was stronger and faster. Sometimes its a good thing and sometimes not. Depends on the situation. As he turned a corner, he ran into something, or someone.

"Bloody Hell! Watch where you're going." It was a woman. She had just fallen onto the sidewalk from the force.

"Oh, sorry." Steve held out a hand, which she eyed warily before taking. He pulled her up quickly.

She was pretty, with curly black hair that reached just below her shoulders and bright green eyes. She was around 5'4 but tiny looking. She had a slight tan and was in running clothes.

"Thanks."

"I'm Steve Rogers." Steve held out his hand again.

"Lea Potter." She said, shaking it.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"I just moved here from England. I'm at the Midwoods."

"Oh I live there too." Steve said and she looked surprised but smiled slightly.

"Well then, maybe I'll see you there sometime." She said. "It was nice to meet you Mr. Rogers."

"Call me Steve."

"Call me Lea. See you later." Lea said with a grin before moving around him and running at a surprising speed down the block. Steve smiled before running in the opposite direction.

Lea climbed the stairs of her apartment building, her muscles sore but that's how she liked it. Her bum hurt a little but that was probably from falling on the sidewalk after running into that hot guy. Steve Rogers. He was nice and it was kind of surprising to meet someone in her new apartment. As she reached her landing she was startled to see a familiar set of running clothes.

"Steve?" He turned around at his name and looked surprised to see her.

"Oh, hello Lea. Is this your landing?"

"Yeah. I'm right there." She pointed at the door next to him.

"Well it looks like we're neighbors." He suddenly thought of something. "What time did you start running? I never saw you and I started at five."

Lea smiled and shrugged. "Around four. I'm an early riser and its good to get some exercise. Helps you wake up. You should try sometime." Steve nodded and Lea disappeared into her apartment.

For the next few days the two neighbors would run into each other every morning on their runs. It soon became a game. Who could leave their apartment first and guess on where they would end up meeting. Steve was surprised by the girl's fitness. She could run at a fast pace and according to her, only stopped when she talked to him. When asked why, she just shrugged and said good stamina. He didn't need to know that she had plenty of practice over the years when running from her bullying cousin.

"So why'd you move to New York?" Steve asked as he and Lea walked into their building. They had both ended their run at the same time and walked in together.

"Change of scenery. I've lived in England my whole life and wanted to see the Americas. New York sounded fun so I decided to come here."

"What about your friends and family. Don't you miss them?"

Lea smiled. "Friends yes. Family not so much." Steve looked at her in confusion. "Maybe I'll tell you sometime."

They reached their landing. "Want some coffee? Plus I make a killer cheese and veggie omelet." She opened her door in a manner that asked if he wanted to come in.

"Sure." The two had built somewhat of a friendship over the past few days. He walked in and looked around. It was a mix of an old and new design. She shut the door and walked past him, into the kitchen.

"Make yourself comfortable!" She called out. He heard the coffee machine start and some banging from pots and pans. Steve sat at the kitchen table and watched as she grabbed the ingredients for an omelet.

"Where did you get all these antiques?" They were considered antiques now but they were just everyday items in his time.

"A mix of stores and my parents old storage unit. My mum and dad were antique collectors and I inherited that love for them." Lea said as she poured two cups of coffee. "Cream? Sugar?"

"No, plain is fine."

She grinned. "A man after my own heart. I drink it black also." Lea set a mug in front of him and one where she would sit before going back to the stove and starting on the food.

Steve watched as she made the food. She was quick and had skill in the kitchen. He wondered why. Maybe she had been a chef when she lived back in the UK and quit to come here. He watched as she added the sliced green peppers, chopped mushroom, and shredded cheese into the egg. Finally she cut the large omelet in half and placed it on two colorful plates. She balanced them in her hands and placed one in front of him and sat with the other one. She smiled.

"My favorite dish to make." Lea said as she grabbed a fork. Steve took a bite and was surprised at how good it was. She grinned at his face. "Yes I know. Wonderful isn't it? The queen said the same thing." He chuckled at the joke.

"How did you get so good at cooking?"

"Years of practice."

"Were you a chef or something?" Steve asked before taking another bite.

"No, just like to cook for friends and family." She shrugged but he could see something in her eyes. A hidden sadness. He just nodded and took another sip of coffee.

"They're lucky." She laughed as he said that.

"Hey do you know what's playing on Broadway?" Lea asked suddenly.

"Um, someone told me it was a musical called Wicked."

"Hmm, I'll have to check it out."

The next two weeks passed and every morning after the run, Lea would invite Steve in for coffee and breakfast. Soon he would invite her for lunch, which she accepted. The first time she had been in his apartment, the girl was amazed to see the old fashioned décor and enjoyed asking him questions which he answered with an amused smile. Their friendship grew and soon romantic feelings appeared. Lea spoke to her best friend Hermione Granger every other day and the girl back in London found the whole situation cute and funny at the same time. She gave Lea advice on what to do about Steve. Finally on one of the days they had breakfast, Lea got the courage to ask him a question.

"Hey, Steve." He looked up from the blueberry pancake she had made. His face when he tried it had been both flattering and hilarious. "I wanted to ask that if you weren't busy tomorrow night, that you'd like to come with me to see Wicked."

The 26 year old kept telling herself that it was fine if he said no, it wasn't the end of the world. He seemed to think though there was surprise in his eyes. She had no idea of knowing it was because back in his time, the guy asked the girl. This was a new experience for him. He could see her nervousness at what his answer would be.

"Yeah, that sounds fine. What time?"

She breathed an inward sigh of relief. "Well the play is at seven so I thought we'd meet here at six."

He nodded with a smile before going back to the pancakes. Lea was pleased as she returned to her food also.

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That's the first chapter! I hope this was okay, I feel it was. I don't like stories that go a day a chapter as it takes way to long so I will say that three days passed or a week passed and sometimes a month passed so I get to all the stuff I want. Read and Review!