A/N: If you don't like the character's, plot or pairings, then don't read.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Captain America, only my character/s

WORD COUNT: 1, 584


Chapter 1:

Restaurants, Perverts and Handsome Men at Bus Stops.


Seph walked out of the restaurant after closing up at 8:30, sighing as she rubbed her eyes gently, careful not to smudge her make-up as she walked a couple blocks to the nearest bus stop.

It had been a long day and she could hardly believe that she managed to get through it all, despite the constant flow of lewd assholes that seemed to flock to all the female staff as if they were wolves on the hunt. Let's just say that Seph was more than a little forceful, having almost broken an empty beer bottle over one guy's head who looked old enough to be her grandfather, smacked one guy who could have looked to be her age and should have known better, and then got hit on by another guy who looked old enough to be. . . well, let's just say that he should be in the history books. In the Medieval section.

Seph pulled the jacket around her body tighter as she sat down on the cold metal bench, the chill of the New York air setting in and now, she was regretting have not brought gloves or a scarf with her. Only having brought a fashionable faux leather jacket that barely reached her waist and just wasn't designed for warmth. Her teeth started to chatter as she pulled her chestnut red hair out of its tie and she fanned it around her neck, the straight locks reaching her mid-back and she shuddered in a tiny bit of relief.

But the cold was unrelenting and the air started to bite at her nose and cheeks, assaulting her bare legs more than her clothed body, but it was still goddamn cold. "Christ!" Seph's teeth started to chatter, rubbing her legs and arms together, trying to create some warmth.

She jumped when she felt a warm leather jacket being gently slid over her shoulders, the heat instantly welcome, but what if the person that accompanied was a creep? Whipping her head around, looking over her shoulder, she saw a man standing there. He was only in a t-shirt and pants with tan boots. His blonde hair had been parted, blue eyes glinting in the dim light. He was incredibly handsome. He had this gentlemanly air around him, while he also carried himself confidently, strong and intimidating. "Sorry if I startled you, ma'am. You just seemed really cold, it didn't look like that jacket was doing much for you." The stranger hastily explained, his palms out in a placating way, attempting to reassure her.

"Oh," Seph said, pulling the strangers jacket (that was now five times larger than her own body) tighter, reveling in the most welcome tepid jacket, "thank you, Mr. ."

"Rogers. Steve Rogers." Steve stuck out his hand and she shook it, his skin was warm and she felt her arm warm up. "Gosh, you feel really cold." He commented.

Seph nodded, a faint smile curled her lips, "Persephone Brandt. Seph. Well, thanks for offering me your jacket, Captain Rogers." Easily having caught on when he told her his name. Steve chuckled, a grin curving his lips as he sat on the bench next to her

"Museum?"

She made a so-so motion with her hand, "more the fact that you called me ma'am, nearly nobody is that courteous anymore, and my nephew's history project for school played a huge part. We went there about five times." Steve's widened eyes had Seph giggling, "what can I say? He's very thorough, wanted to get every fact right."

"How old is he? Six? Seven?" Steve asked, because from his experience, young children were more inclined to go back to the museum than the older kids were. The older ones didn't appreciate history as much these days. They appreciated their smartphone screens more.

"Try ten, turning eleven on Friday." Seph's smile turned into a loving smirk.

Both of them continued to make small talk and Steve was impressed with the way she wasn't fawning over him like most of the girls he had gone on dates with did, she didn't gush or try to push herself against him in an attempt at seduction. Seph didn't make eyes at him or try to get him to ask her out on a date, or, hell, even ask him out on a date. He was still trying to get used to the forwardness of the female generation these days.

She was content to talking with him, a smile here and there, a slap on her knee as she laughed at a joke he made about the world, her laugh was beautiful, Seph didn't laugh with her throat, it wasn't shallow. She laughed with her belly, he could feel her joy and mirth when she laughed. It made him smile. Talking about the world now made him comment, "the modern world is getting progressively stranger."

"Well, it wouldn't be interesting if there wasn't some weird mixed in with all the normality. Way I see it, the world needs a little weird." Seph said, looking up at the night sky, completely missing the way Steve smiled at her unaware form.

Her phone pinged.

She dug into her hands in the small pockets of her jacket, grabbing her phone and she checked it, the iPhone screen lit up with a notification. Her bus had been cancelled. "Oh, crap." Seph growled, alerting Steve to her frustration.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Yeah, I just found out my bus has been cancelled." Seph sighed, rubbing her forehead, it was obvious that she didn't want her nephew driving at night, but she wouldn't have been able to get home and she didn't have sufficient funds for the cab fare. "Great. Now what?" She mused more to herself than to Steve, but she looked up at him and thanked him profusely before continuing, "you didn't have to sit with me." She rubbed her hands together before cupping them to her mouth and she softly blew warm air on them and she slowly slipped his jacket off her shoulders, handing it back to him. A chill overtook her once more, "here, I'm just gonna have to walk home. Thank you again."

Steve took his jacket, only to redistribute it over her once more, his warm fingers brushed the exposed skin of her neck, making her shiver for a whole different reason. "I don't feel right, leaving a gal all alone at a bus stop in the middle of the night, especially when it's cold. I'll walk with you."

"No, I don't want to inconvenience you." Seph shook her head, trying to stay firm.

"Trust me, you aren't keeping me from anything. I insist." Steve stood, holding his hand out for her.

Seph smiled gently, before taking his hand and she stood with him. He was easily so much taller than her. Her head only reached his pectoral muscles. Despite the jacket which took away all shape in her body, she was facing Steve and he looked at her in the light, since the shadows from the darkness made it hard for him define facial features properly and despite his enhanced eyesight, the streetlights didn't aid him at all. But now that she stood in front of him, he could see her clearly

Persephone wasn't thin, she was curvy in all the right places, her hips pushed out of the black waitress dress she had donned for work, her breasts did the same, though Steve refrained from ogling her. He was merely studying her. Yeah, that was a good word. Study. Seph didn't have a flat stomach, it pushed a little bit out, but she retained her figure, her legs were long and her thighs were thick, like the rest of her.

She was absolutely stunning.

In all the time they had been talking, Steve had been studying her facial features. She had almond shaped eyes that long thick lashes framed pretty light hazel irises, a small, oval face, her nose was straight and strong, her lips full and shaped to perfection, her cheeks were a little full, giving her an innocent appearance, her cheeks and the tip of her nose were red from the cold air, she looked even more adorable, her hair framed her face gently, reaching her mid back.

Again, she was gorgeous.

"Ma'am." Steve held out his arm for her to take. He wasn't going to let her walk unassisted at night.

Seph's cheeks turned pinker, though that might have been from the cold air and she slid her arm through his. "Thank you, Captain Rogers."

"Just call me Steve." He looked down at the beauty on his arm, "I don't need a title."

"Well, no more calling me 'ma'am' then. If we're going to be on a first name basis, then call me by my name." Seph said as they started walking.

"Okay, Persephone." Steve smiled. He liked her name.

"There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Seph teased, making him laugh gently.

"I guess not."