Ordinary
Authors Note 1
I lost the informtion for my previous account which was .i, hence no updates or anything. I also forgot to check on this story, and just assumed noone was reading it, or enjoying it because while there were follows and faves there were no reviews. So, I assumed (wrongfully I believe now) that it was intriguing, but not entirely likable. So I apologize for those I left hanging, this will be updates much more consistently now.
Authors Note 2
This first chapter (and entire story really) were inspired by my favorite song, which is called 7 Wonders, sung by Aaron Tveit. All chapters are in some way inspired by a song, and so to set the mood and keep things interesting, I'll begin to tell you each one in the title.
I don't own Marvel
Here goes:
Chapter 1- When the Day met the Night
It'd be easy to pretend that he was looking for books, or even stopping in for a cup of coffee. Steve knows better though, and he knows that after stopping in every day for a month, that it's not for the books. It's the catch a glimpse of the girl behind the counter.
There's nothing too spectacular about her, except that when she smiles, Steve feels all the breath leave his lungs, and his stomach turn into knots.
He walks in, bombarded by the familiar smell of coffee and old pages, and he realizes today is an empty day, him being the only customer there so far. This past month he's come to realize that this small book shop is privately owned, and doesn't get nearly as much business as one of the commercially owned ones. But they have the best coffee around, he has to admit. As the door closes, the bells jingling to announce his presence, he looks up to see if she's there. And just like every other day she is; her nose stuck in a book, a cup of coffee in her hand, and a small smile on her lips.
As if she knows he's staring at her, she looks up from her book and smiles at him.
Still too awkward to talk to girls easily, except Natasha, he blushes and smiles back before hiding himself behind one of the book shelves. His eyes flicker to the books he's standing in front of, all books and poetry. It's a topic he's never been too interested in, but when it's just him in the store, he sees the girl looking through these books most of all. Suddenly, he realizes how much of a coward he is; completely unable to face a pretty girl. Not just a pretty girl, but one who's caught his attention in a way none has since Peggy. He turns so that he's not facing that direction at all, in the slightest, and he begins to promise himself that he will speak to her. Today. I am Captain America! I'm an Avenger! I helped defeat Loki and the Chitauri Army, I can talk to a shop-girl-
"Can I help you?" The voice from behind startles him, and he nearly knocks over the book shelf, sending several books flying. The girl looks between him and the book shelf, eyes wide, not sure how to respond in that moment. He just stares at her, not quite sure how to start the conversation he's been dying to have, and by the looks of it, she's not going to say much either. She bites her bottom lip and rocks back on her heels nervously, her red skirt swaying around her knees. "I didn't mean to startle you, Sir, I just... you looked like you maybe had a question?" A few deep breaths, and a few more seconds spent in an agonizingly awkward silence, and he finally responds,
"Yes. Uh..." Two words. Well. Almost words. His heart is about flying out of his chest, and he has no idea what to say or do in this moment, especially when she's looking up at him with her big brown eyes, "What book were you just reading?" She blinks a few times, not having expected that question, and she laughs softly before looking at her feet, somewhat bashfully.
"Les Miserables." She responds, and he nods slowly, then chuckles.
"Can't say I've heard of it," He tells her honestly, and she shrugs.
"It's only possibly one of the greatest books ever written. Ever." She says, very seriously, before giggling nervously. He laughs softly, some of the nerves starting to fade away.
"Really? That good, huh? Maybe I'll have to um... read it... sometime." He tells her, "Then maybe we can um... talk about it... over a cup of coffee, since it seems you have quite a fondness for that as well." A few moments pass, of her just looking up at him, not sure how to take his awkward demeanor, and she nods.
"How fast of a reader are you? It might take you a while." She says teasingly, choosing not to give a direct response to his idea of coffee. He raises an eyebrow and smiles, making her stomach twist into knots, and she's not sure why, "But then, I don't know. You are in here every day, so you must go through books pretty fast. Or you have a serious coffee addiction." His smile widens just a bit, and he looks at his feet.
"Well, it will probably take me a while, so how about we get coffee, then we can discuss Less Miserabless." He says, butchering the enunciation so bad the girl can't help but wince and laugh at him a bit. He likes how her laugh sounds, and how her nose scrunches when she smiles.
"No one would mistake you for French would they?" She says softly, and Steve can't help but wonder once again what it is about this silly shop girl that has his brain working backwards, his palms sweating, his face turning red.
"I'd hope not, I'm just a boy from Brooklyn." He tells her, "So. Coffee. What time is your shift over here?" She blushes, not having expected him to really be persistent about getting coffee with her. And he can see her hesitating, and he hopes it's not because she's already taken. He wonders what to do or say in this moment of awkward silence when she nods again.
"I get off at five-thirty..." She tells him, and he smiles warmly at his success. She looks at him again, an air of hesitancy still looming around her.
"I'll be here to pick you up at five-thirty then..." He trails off, realizing he hadn't asked her for her name, and she smiles, taking his breath away. He knows he's a goner already.
"My name is Allie." She tells him softly, glad to see that smile on his face again, "Five thirty it is..."
"Steve. Steven Rogers." And with that, he turns and leaves here there with a baffled look on her face.
