First time posting anything on FanFiction :D I'm excited for some reviews because I always like to improve my writing with the ideas given to me by fellow writers!
-RoKeR1001
**BEEP... BEEP... BEE-** a hand slammed down on the alarm clock lazily as a groan came from a pile of blankets and pillows.
"Five more minutes..." is barely heard out of the blankets that move around.
A phone goes off not long after. Blankets and pillows fly across the room in a fit of irritation.
"Motherfuckingpieceofshitpho-" the phone is picked up and the voice goes from obsene swearing to sickly sweat with an underlying threat.
"Who the fuck do you think you are calling this early in the mor-?"
"I brought fruit snacks" another voice interupted.
A dash of bright orange flys across the small apartment to the door with great enthusiasm and swings it open.
"Seriously? Pandas on your underwear? What are you, 12?" the woman in the hallway said. She stood about 5 foot 7 with red, long hair tied back. Her jacket covered most of her body but her pants and shoes could be seen. Her green eyes held amusement as her smile displayed a lazy smirk.
"Pandas are sexy." The apartments resident responds. Her short, messy, orange hair stood out like a sore thumb against her pale complexsion and black tank top. She was barley past 5 foot unlike the red headed woman. Her blue eyed gaze were set in a glare but the emotion within contradicted the action.
"You gonna let me in or are you just gonna stand there and glare short shit?" the red head teased.
"Fuck you, Rayne." the other red head replied.
"Well good morning to you, Sunshine." Rayne pushed her way through and started pulling things out of grocery bags to set them onto the counter.
"Don't call me Sunshine..." the shorter red head growled under her breath as she sat down at her small kitchen table that could barely fit two people. She rested her head in her hands and glared down at the table.
"So Fay, I hope you ain't got any plans today, 'cause we're going dress shopping.
Fay hit her head against the table in frustration and groaned. All that was heard was mummbling of curses that would put a sailor to shame.
"Tell me again why I agreed to be your Maid of Honor?" Fay sat up and grabbed the fruit snack bag that was offered to her. Rayne just sat down in the other chair with a smile on her face.
"Because you love me."
"I refuse to wear green or white. I fucking hate green and white." Fay stated with a mouth full of gummies.
"Not even for your favorite cousin in the whole wide world. You totally owe me. How many times have I saved your ass from going to jail or even bailing you OUT of jail?" Rayne teased.
Fay just grummbled even more under her breath.
"You sure do a lot of growling and grummbling in the morning, you know that?" Rayne laughed at Fay's expence.
"Well, when my alarm always goes off so god damn early in the morning instead of actually going off on the time I set it, maybe I might be more tolerable in the mornings." Fay leaned back in her chair streching out the kinks in her body.
"Doesn't help that your bed is the lumpiest damn thing on the planet either. Hell, I think your old ass, piece of shit couch that you found off the side of the road is a hella've a lot more comfortable," Rayne pitched in before taking a sip of her coffee.
"Hey! My couch isn't a piece of shit." Fay retorted.
Rayne laughed as she got up and walked into Fay's room pulling out clothes. She walked back into the kitchenette throwing them at Fay's face.
"Go shower, get dressed, and don't forget your glasses. We gotta go find me my dream grown."
Fay groaned for the umpteenth time that morning.
"Oh trust me, your going to LOVE this dress. It's one of our top shelf products this season. The color really brings out your eyes and it shapes to your body so snug. The designer herself recieved many-"
"Could we possible go with a dress that isn't so... revealing please." Rayne interupted the dress helper's constant rambling.
"Right away." the woman left in a hurry toward the back of the store for the 15th time this afternoon.
"If I have to hear about ONE more designer and how famous their over priced dresses are, I'm going to go drown myself in a bathroom stall." Fay exhailed with extreme annoyance.
"Why don't you just go look around and find yourself a dress you'd be willing to wear at my wedding then?" Rayne said while looking at herself in the mirror with a distaste.
"Why would anyone wear this to a WEDDING? There's more skin than there is dress." Rayne complained as she spotted a "dress" a worker was carrying.
Fay wandered around the store, weaving through ailse of dresses. Her hands occastionally shifting through dresses but hardly paying any dress more than just a quick glance. She gazed out the giant window in front of the store that held manicans in fancy, frilly dresses. She stared past them to look at the people walkingup and down sidewalks, crossing streets, calling cabs, talking on phones, talking to eachother. Fay stared out aimlessly at the business of New York City and sighed.
"Why I agreed to leave Chicago for NYC, I'll never know." Fay chuckled to herself. Remembering her life as a kid and growing up with Rayne in Chicago. Life wasn't always easy, growing up in the apartments on the bad side of the city. Danger always lurking and having to constantly watch over your shoulder. Getting involved with the wrong crowds and trying to prove to a bunch of nobodies that you could hold your own wasn't exactly a walk in the park.
Fay's graze drifted back to the window. Her gaze caught a tall, handsome man with blonde hair in a brown, leather jacket walking slower than any of the other pedestrians. His blue jeans hugged to him, showing off strong, well-worked-out muscles. His head hung low and his graze barely above anybody's ankles. He looked to be deep in thought as he contined. He stopped infront of a little restuarant by the name of Rudy's Bar & Grill. He stared at the sign for a few minutes before walking in.
"I didn't know an ass could look that great in blue jeans." Rayne whispered over Fay's shoulder. Fay jumped, not expecting to be interupted in thought.
"What?" Fay asked a little dumb founded.
"No need to play coy, man. I was checking his perfectly scalptued ass too." Rayne said shamelessly while Fay's face flushed.
"I, what? I was not checking his ass out, okay? Hell, I don't even know which guy your talking about." Fay huffed as she crossed her arms.
"Mhmm, sure you don't." Rayne just smiled, not being fooled at all.
"All right Juliet, lets ditch this joint. We'll try a different shop next week, 'cause I ain't findin' anything thats decent." Rayne started walking towards the door and Fay followed.
The fall air was crisp and cool and stung Fay's lungs. Fay and Rayne cross the street to get to Rayne's blue car. As Fay gets into the passenger seat, she looks into the window of the restuarant the man walked into and sees him sitting alone with a coffee. His eyes casted down at the table, still in thought. He looked up and his eyes caught Fay's stare. She could make out the the sky blue color they were.
"You gonna get in or what?" Rayne said impatiently. Fay flushed when she realized she was staring at the man and hurried into the car.
"I'm hungry for some chinese, are you?" Fay asked in a hurry and nervously.
Steve Rogers aimlessly walked along New York City's streets trying to remember the city, considereing this was going to be his home from now on.
"It's more crowded than I remember." he mumbled under his breath. He looked around at all the aluminating signs that even glowed during the day flashed all sorts of products that Steve had no use for like make-up or wieght loss products.
He walked with no direction and compared the past to the present day. He missed his old life so much sometimes it physically hurt.
He especially missed Peggy, the woman he loved. Steve and Peggy's romance ended before it had even started. He missed his best friend too, but that pain eased as he gained new friends: the Avengers.
His new companians have made living in the new era ease the pain of home sickness. Steve smelled food coming from a building he started to pass by and looked up at the sign. It said Rudy's Bar & Grill. He remembered this place. It reminded him of when Him and Bucky would go on "double dates" as Bucky would call them. More like a three way date with a forth wheel if you asked Steve. He walked in and the smell of bacon and coffee filled his senses.
"Just one?" a waitress asked him.
"Yes, ma'am." Steve said automatically while offering a poliet smile.
He was seated in a booth infront of the window that viewed the street.
"My name is Jessica and I'll be your server for the day. What can I start you off with?" a young girl barely in her twenties asks flirtatiously.
"Just coffee please." Steve responded quietly while trying to advoid the woman's eyes. She just smiled and returned quickly.
"If there's anything else, don't hesitate to call me over." Jessica winked at Steve.
"Thank you, ma'am" Steve gave a curt nod and she left shortly after.
Steve was left alone to once again reminece the past. He thought back to when him and Bucky were always together. Back when life was still simple. Those were the days.
Steve held his coffee and stared at his reflection. His face still looked the same, even before the serum. The only difference was that it filled out a little more to accomidate his current size. His eyes looked duller though. They didn't look as bright as they used to. Steve just blamed it on the stress of being a hero and having to deal with Tony's shinanigans.
Steve look back out the window and his gaze caught another set of blue eyes, except they were a much deeper blue, almost like looking in the depth of the ocean. Her obsenly bright orange hair stuck out in all sorts of directions except for her bangs, which almost curved around the frames of her glasses that covered her right eye. She wore a gray sweat shirt that looked to big on her and faded blue jeans that seemed a little long for her short height. The top of her head would probebly barely come to his chest if they were to stand next to eachother.
The girl's head snapped towards the car she was getting into. She hurridly gotten in and fastened her seat belt. Steve couldn't fully make out the girl's lips because she was talking so fast.
"You doing okay over here?" Jessica interupted Steve's train of thought on the red-headed woman.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." Steve stumbled over his words. Jessica just smiled flirtaciously.
"My shift ends in 15 minutes. I was wondering if you wanted to go get a coffee with me?" she said with a smile.
"I'm afraid I'll have to decline. I have a prior engagment." Steve said nervously. He smiled, sincerley sorry that he had to decline. Jessica's smile faltered.
"I, uh, yeah, I totally understand. Maybe some other time. Have a nice day." She left in a hurry. Unknown to Steve, her eyes held utter rejection.
Steve sighed and left the small resturant. He walked back to the tower and headed towards the kitchen. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and set it on the counter. As Steve was retrieving orange juice from the fridge, he heard Tony.
"JARVIS, make a nice, delicious cup of coffee, would you?" Tony plopped into a stoll that resided at the island of the kitchen.
"Certainly, Sir" JARVIS automatically replied as the coffee machine turned on.
"So, Capsicle, where have you been all morning?" Tony asked, never meeting Steve's gaze but rather kept them focused on the StarkPad Tony was messing with. Now, Tony and Steve may have started off on the wrong foot, but after saving the world from Loki's invasion two years ago, they've been pretty civil with eachother. Minus the few arguements and occasional banter.
"Just learning the allyways of New York City, Tony" Steve mummbled as he poured himself a glass.
"You do that every morning." Tony said completely unamused while stretching out the word "every". Steve just ignored the comment and leaned against the counter as he sipped his orange juice. He was completely lost in his thoughts again, but he kept thinking back to that woman with the brightly colored hair.
Tony eyed him like a hawk, looking Steve up and down with acusing eyes.
"So who is she?" Tony smirked accusingly. Steve's eyebrow twitched upward sightly.
"What are you talking about?" Steve saidly cooly.
"Oh please, don't act like you don't know. The only three expressions you ever wear is serious, determined, or depressed as if someone kicked your puppy. So cough up the details, Cap. Who is the magnificiently, beautiful woman that has caught your eye?" Tony chuckled.
"I do not look 'as if someone kicked my puppy' when I'm upset. Why does everybody say that?" Steve said while crossing his arms and his eyebrows knitted together.
"It may be the puppy dog eyes." Tony snorted. Steve just sat there, glaring at Tony half-heartedly.
"There is no girl." Steve lied, adjusting his weight from one foot to the other. Steve wans't lying because he was embarresed, he just knew that Tony would've taken Steve's experience and blown it out of proportion completely.
"Was it love at first sight?" Tony gushed like a school girl as he teased Steve.
"Her and I just so happen to look at eachother when I looked outside." Steve retorted.
"Stop the presses! Did Captain America just get caught in a lie? So what's her name? How long have you two been seeing eachother? Tell me you two have been using protect-"
"Tony!" Steve yelled, completley flustered from the tips of his ears down. This was exactly what Steve was talking about.
"F-first of all, I neither of us spoke a word to eachother because she was outside the restuarant I was in; Secondly, her and I accidently caught eachother's gaze." Steve stuttered.
"And lastly, why must the subject of sex always be on your mind.?" Tony just laughed and shrugged at Steve's expence.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Lover Boy. I've got to get back to work anyways, the future won't build itself you know." Tony took his cup of coffee and started heading towards the elevator.
Steve groaned and set his glass in the sink.
"I think I'll just go for a run."
"So what was that all about in the car earlier?" Rayne asked while picking at her food with chopsticks. Fay swallowed the mouthfull of noodles she was savoring.
"Whacha talkin' about?" she said nervously before shoving another three bites worth of food in her mouth.
"Oh please, don't act like you don't know. There are only three expressions you ever wear: grumpy, zombie-face, or pouting. So cough up the details, chika. It was that blonde with the the magnificiently, scalpted ass that caught your eye wasn't it?" Rayne smirked knowingly.
"I do not have a zombie face! What does that even mean anyways?" Fay pouted.
"So it WAS the sexy blonde." Rayne exclaimed.
"Arn't you suppose to be utterly in love with your soon-to-be-husband instead of some guys backside?" Fay agrued.
"Honey, I might be getting married soon, but I ain't DEAD." Rayne took another bite of her food and swallowed before continuing.
"Plus, who says 'backside' anymore? We're barley 25 and your already talking like an old lady. I'm surprised you ain't sporting out gray hair, yet." Rayne laughed as a spork was thrown at her.
"I do not act like an old lady!" Fay's face was red with embarssement and irritaion. Rayne just gave her a look that pretty much said "Really?" Fay just huffed and shoved more food into her mouth.
"Why can't you just admit he was hot? Plus, when was the last time you got laid?" Rayne sighed exasperated. Fay just rolled her eyes at the immiture action of her best friend.
"I never said he wasn't good looking, I just don't understand what the big deal is about him. I was just looking out the window at other people too, you know?" Fay grumbled, completely avoiding the ladder question. Rayne's phone went off before she could reply.
"Hello?... I'm with Fay, we went dress shopping and bought chinese... Okay, yeah, I'll be home soon... Love you too, bye." Rayne smiled as she got up.
"I'll see you later, mkay?" Rayne smiled brightly as her checks flushed lightly. Fay just smiled and nodded. As Rayne left the apartment, Fay's smile saddened. Fay was beyond estatic when she heard the news of Rayne and Vick getting married because nobody ever made Rayne so giddy or could make her blush like a school girl over a simple text. Rayne and her were always joint at the hip since they were kids. Ever since Rayne and Vick got together, Fay and Rayne don't see eachother as often. She's all Fay really has.
"Man, I really need to grow up. I mean, Rayne's starting her life! And here I am in a dinky ass apartment with a crappy job and all I'm doing is wallowing in my own missiry." Fay rubbed her face with her hand trying to rid the depressing feelings. Fay jumped up from her seat and put her coat and shoes on.
"Maybe a walk will clear my head." She mummbled as she grabbed her keys and left.
The days were cold and the nights colder, at least that much hasn't changed. There were less people on the streets at night today then there was back then, it was probebly because of the whole 'aliens from different worlds' that frighten people into their homes.
"I can't blame them I suppose." Steve muttered outloud.
The wind picked up, sending a cold draft that Steve could feel, even through his jacket. Though, it didnt bother him much.
The smell of flowers lingered on the breeze.
"Daffodils" Steve thought.
Steve wandered around aimlessly without an actual destination in mind. He sighed once again, with a slight frown on his face. Steve wondered if this place would ever start to feel like home. He shook his head to rid his mind of such pessimistic thoughts and raised his head to look at the sky. Stars could hardly be made out, but there were a few that peaked out past the illuminated night sky.
"I SAID get. The. Fuck. Off of ME!" a female voice shouted somewhere behind him.
Steve whipped around and followed the sounds of an arguement that held the female voice.
"I knew this wasn't a good idea to walk this way." Fay grumbled to herself as she waled past a group of drunk guys shouting obsenities at those who were passing by.
"'Ey, you. Yeah, you with 'da orange hair." one of them shouted.
"Bet'cha I can 'ake you feel reeaaalll goo' gurrrll." another shouted.
Fay squeezed her hands in her pockets and grit her teeth while continuing with her walk and acting as if she doesn't hear them.
"Aww, come on girly.~ Don'cha wanna 'lay" one with greasy black hair and gritting looking hands. He grabbed her and turned her around.
"Get your hands off of me." Fay jerked her arm out his grasp.
"What da' hell is yo' problem?" the grease ball yelled angerly. He smirked and tried to grab Fay again but she shifted back out of his reach.
"Why don't you go take a shower and brush your stank ass mouth, you fucking skum bag." Fay growled, irritated with the drunk's antics.
"What the fuck did you jus' say to me." the man's face became red with anger and embarrassment. His buddies gathered around and started talking about how "that bitch should be put in her place" and what not.
The man grabbed for Fay once more.
"I SAID get. The. Fuck. Off of ME!"