Steve Rogers liked to dress inconspicuously and travel the streets of New York. He liked how small parts of the city hadn't changed. Like that little mom and pop shop that had been on that street corner all those years ago. Though it didn't feel that long. Having woken up so many years into the future was not something good for him. Like some days or mornings rather, he would wake before the alarm and for the briefest moment, he would think he was back in time. At home in Brooklyn. But realization would hit him as soon as the alarm went off. And life would go on as it normally did.

He worked for Shield. Kind of. They only called him in on important "End of the World" stuff. So normally Steve got to do whatever he wanted. As long as he stayed in contact of course. One of the many problems he had with Shield. They had a very close eye on him.

However one of his favorite pass times is losing the Shield spies following him. Once he would lose them, he'd go down dark alleys or places where people shouldn't go alone and just breathe or relax. It was weird but in those moments he felt calm. Eventually, he would go back. Fury would call him and "tell" him to stop losing his people. And Steve would sarcastically say sorry. And life went on like this for a long time.

However, this one day was different. The morning went the same. There was no earth threatening things going on as of yet. He was actually just walking down the street. He had his baseball cap on and some glasses a Sheild agent gave him. And to anyone else, it was just a normal day.

But as I said today was different. Because while Steve was walking down a quieter street in Brooklyn he was thinking about pointless things. And didn't see the man in front of him. So it wasn't a surprise when they knocked head first into each other. Steve fell onto the man and was groaning and holding his head. He may be a super soldier but damn that hurt.

An almost identical groan of pain was heard from beneath him. Steve looked down and saw a kid. Well everyone was a kid to him. But a kid nonetheless. The kid had hazel brown eyes and lots of moles. His hair looked messy and unkempt. He had a, well what'd you know, Captain America shirt on. And a plaid shirt over it. Steve was knocked out of his thoughts when the kid spoke up.

"Fuck what's your head made of lead?" The kid almost yelled while holding his head in his hands.

"Also could you get off, I mean I know I look good, But normally we'd go on a first date before we get here." He joked sarcastically.

The words processed in Steve's head he blushed and got up.

"Look, kid, you shouldn't talk like that." Said Steve sternly.

"Kid, why does everyone think I'm a kid, I'm 22 for god sake." He mumbles quietly, but Steve hears him anyway. Steve reaches his hand out and the kid takes it. Steve pulls him up with zero difficulties actually the kids a little too light, but Steve doesn't say anything.

"So it was great meeting you dude, but I have to go." He checks his watch and curses it's already one p.m. his class starts in ten minutes and it takes at least 20 to get there. So he runs.

Normally you would say why was this different. Well probably because that was not the last Steve saw of him. The other occasion was when Steve was leaving his apartment 3 weeks later.

He was going on a run. Like he did most mornings. While he was running he saw someone ahead of him. That person also looked to be in a rush. They were talking on a phone, Steve still couldn't believe how advanced technology was. But apparently, they bumped into a big and mean looking guy. And the guy looked to start apologizing profusely but the big guy wasn't having it and was about to beat the other guy up. But Steve decided it was time to intervene.

"Hey he said sorry, isn't that enough." The big grumbled but moved on, after looking at Steve. The other guy looked relieved. He turned to face Steve and said,

"Hey thanks, man… wait, your that guy from before?" Steve looked at the guys face and he recognized him. It's that guy he bumped into weeks ago.

"Yeah," said Steve answered.

"Well... thanks with that," he says as he points to the big guy walking away.

"Yeah no problem, I'm Steve by the way," Steve says offering out his hand for a handshake.

"Stiles," He says back in greeting.

After that, they talk about random things. Stiles tells him that the reason he's always busy is that he's going to MIT and the work is heavy and stressful. Steve tells him a fake background story about how he was sick and he's better now and he's trying to get back into the swing of life.

They have a nice chat before things go awry. As they are walking Steve notices someone following them. At first, he thinks it's a Sheild agent. But as Stiles goes to a store to get coffee the man follows him. Steve waits for Stiles to come back and leads him in the direction of the Sheild building. And the man still follows. Steve gives a glance at Stiles and wonders why someone would be following him. Stiles catches him and smiles and asks

"So, Steve you going to tell me where you're taking me." Steve just decides to tell him,

"Stiles there's someone following us," Steve says alerted. Stiles expression changes.

"How long," he says voice calm and collected.

"I noticed when you were getting your coffee, I think he's after you. Anything you wanna tell about yourself Stiles," Steve says completely serious. Stiles looks nervous.

"Yeah, I have a few ideas as to why he's following me," Stiles says trying hard not to turn and give himself away. But if it's a werewolf he's screwed already. And he had to drag Steve into his problems great. He thought this was all over since he left Beacon Hills. But it just never works that way, does it?

Steve leads Stiles through back alleys trying to lose the tail. Eventually, they get to Shield Headquarters. It's a nondescript building that doesn't look that important from the outside. Stiles looks at it with a frown.

"What's this place, Steve?" Steve looks at Stiles and says,

"I work here, They can help you." Stiles looks at the building warily.

"Look I get your trying to help and I really appreciate it, but I'm sure its nothing. We don't have to get more people involved. I'll just call my friend to come to pick me up ok." Stiles says pulling out his phone to call Peter.

Normally you'd think why would he call Peter. But he was the closest and he'd changed over the years. Steve wanted to argue but Stiles already had the phone to his ear.

"Hey Peter, I was wondering if you could do me a favor," Stiles asked when the call connected.

"Well, Hello Stiles I'm fine thanks for asking." Stiles sighed

"I need help, Peter," Peter asked a little more seriously this time,

"What big bad have you got chasing you now." There was movement over the phone and the sound of someone picking up keys.

"I don't know. My new friend Steve" He looks at Steve and gives a small smile.

"Told me someone was following me. And well I was wondering if you could come to get me so he doesn't have to get involved anymore" Peter is starting his car, you can hear it through the phone.

"I'll be there in a sec, Where are you?" Stiles turns to Steve and asked,

"Um Steve, Whats the address for this building," Steve tells him and he repeats it to Peter even though he could probably hear it through the phone. Peter tells him he's coming and they hang up. Stiles turns to Steve and says

"Thanks, and sorry for making you late to work." Steve looks at the building behind him and he says hurriedly,

"Oh no, I'm not working today. I don't really come to this building only for important business."

"Oh… okay" Stiles feels like Steve has been lying to him about his past but he put off. Steve and Stiles stand there awkwardly for a few minutes.

Then finally, for stiles who couldn't keep still any longer for the life of him, Peter pulled up in a sleek back BMW M3. He got out of the car and checked Stiles over. He sniffed him and sent marked him until he was satisfied and turned to Steve.

Steve watched Peter exit his car. And walk to Stiles. He watched their interactions and found the sniffing and cheek rubbing weird. But he didn't judge. The man presumably Peter turned to him and held out his hand.

"Peter Hale, thank you for keeping Stiles safe." Stiles huffed and mumbled something about how he can protect himself just fine. But Peter ignored him.

"No problem, Steve by the way," Steve said. Though he still was hesitant about letting Stiles go when he knew there was something following him. It was a weird feeling. He didn't know why he was so protective of the kid. But he watched them both get in the car and drive away. Out of Steve's vision, there was a dark figure lurking in the shadows. Its eyes glowed red and then it was gone.

Notes:

So I've updated it. I like where it's heading so far. Also, Peter is a nice guy it's been awhile they've let some old problems go.