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The small bell rang in the corner café as a tall blond man walked in as quietly as possible and made his way over to the table in the farthest corner from the door. The man was Steve Rogers and it had been a few months since Hydra had been revealed within SHIELD and the Winter Soldier had disappeared. He looked around the restaurant before taking a seat facing the door. He always sat facing the door so that he could see if anyone entered and be prepared to take action if need be, but he also sat facing the door for another reason. The reason being that he could see the whole restaurant and people watch, that specific person being the smiling waitress serving the man a few tables away from him. The night Steve got out of the hospital, his friend Sam had taken him to this small café. Steve had wanted to just go back to his apartment and rest, but his new ally Sam Wilson, aka the Falcon, had convinced him to go to the small café near his apartment before returning home.
The café was a small mom and pop shop that had been around since the 1950's and was now owned by the original owner's daughter, who was also a waitress at the restaurant. There were only two other workers and the food wasn't great, but they had some pretty good apple pie, if Steve did say so himself.
"Hey Steve," a waitress with short brown hair and deep blue eyes said as she made her way over to his table. Carrying a small pad of paper and pencil, she smiled and looked down at Steve. "Hello Emily," he said politely as he looked up at her. She was a stout woman in her mid-thirties with big eyes and was a short 5'2 with glasses.
"The usual?" She asked, twiddling her pencil in between the fingers on her left hand as she looked up from her notepad. He nodded and she smiled lightly at him before going back behind the counter and disappearing behind the double doors to the kitchen to put in his order. Steve noticed while she was twiddling her pencil that she had an engagement ring on her finger. "That boyfriend of hers must have finally popped the question," he thought as he looked down at his hands that were clasped on the table.
Steve slowly looked up from his hands to look at the waitress that was still serving the customer a few tables away. The girl smiled at the customer and tucked a piece of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear before leaning over and pointing at something on the customer's menu. She looked serious for a second, listening at what the customer had to say before straightening up and laughing, revealing her beautiful smile. Steve felt a pang of jealousy in his stomach before he heard the bell on the door ring again, signaling that someone had entered the restaurant.
Steve looked over to see Sam walk in wearing a brown leather jacket and a file tucked under his arm. His friend walked towards the table seeing Steve, but slowed when he saw the only other waitress at the restaurant bend over to wipe down a dirty table. Sam looked the African American girl up and down before smiling and heading back over to Steve's table.
The Falcon slid into the booth seat and plopped the folder down on the table so it faced Steve. Opening the file, Falcon began informing the soldier about the latest information on Hydra and the disappearance on the Winter Soldier, but all information found was pretty sparse. Steve wasn't paying attention anyway. He was too busy watching the waitress with the strawberry blonde hair who was talking to Emily. Sam stopped talking and looked from the file to his friend. "You didn't hear a single word I just said. Did you?"
Steve looked back at Sam. "What?" He asked, totally lost at what Sam had just asked him. The flier smiled and laughed before closing the file and leaned back in the plush material of the booth. "What?" the soldier asked again, still lost at what was happening.
"It seems I'm not the only one checking out the waitresses," Sam Wilson laughed again and Steve's eyes got about as big as saucers. "I always wondered why you enjoyed this place so much." He chuckled and grabbed his sides. Steve folded his arms across his chest and almost pouted.
"Your enjoying this aren't you?" Steve asked as Sam continued to laugh. "I am actually," the flier gasped out through laughs. Falcon hardly had opportunities to make fun of Captain America, and now that he had one, he was going to use it as much as possible. Sam's laughter finally began to calm down.
"You done yet?" Steve asked and Sam straightened up. "Haha, yeah. I'm done." He said as he wiped a tear from his eye and sobered up. "Good," Steve said as he opened the file again and began talking business, but Sam ignored him, wanting to focus on this juicy new information on Steve's love life.
"Dude, have you talked to her yet?" Steve shook his head, still looking at the file. Sam feigned shock and Steve looked up annoyed. "How often do you come here?" Sam asked, but before Steve could respond, Emily came back with Steve's "regular" order, a black coffee and a big slice of apple pie. The Captain thanked Emily and Sam watched her go before turning back to his friend who was digging into the pie. "How often do you come here?" Same asked again, leaning closer to the table. His eyes filled with a gleam that teen girls get when they find new drama. He looked very much like a teen girl trapped inside a man's body right now. Steve swallowed the pie in his mouth and looked back up at Sam.
"About every day I have off," he mumbled and Sam began to laugh again, but stopped when he saw Steve look back towards the waitress that he was staring at earlier. "You're serious about this girl. Aren't you?" Steve didn't respond, but Sam didn't need him to. He could see clearly that Cap was. "Well, we'll just have to do something about that, won't we?" Sam said as he turned around and fanned Steve's waitress over to the table.
Steve looked bewildered at Sam's actions and leaned over the table to pull Sam's arm down. He was too late though, because Emily was already walking over to the table with a large smile on her face. Steve sat back in his chair, straightened up quickly, and looked away from Emily as he sipped his coffee. He hadn't acted this way around girls since before the war when Bucky had tried to get him dates.
"Can I help you?" Emily asked Sam and he smiled, a devious plan already forming in his mind. "I think you can," he said, looking at Steve before facing Emily.
