Author's Note: Hello. Sorry for it being so long since I started. I just recently got an idea for the second chapter and beyond. I will update sooner, this time. I apologize if you think this is a bit short, but I think it is perfect for this dialogue. Happy reading!
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Steve runs out of the Stark Mansion, leaving behind a flurry of shouting voices.
"Hey, Cap, where are you going…?" One says.
"What did Tony do this time?" A voice he acknowledged as Natasha's asks.
The formerly asthmatic kid from Brooklyn sprints down the street and to his apartment building. His flustered brain does not even register the people in his way. Very much unlike himself, he pushes through people and ignores large groups of people calling his name.
Once at his door, Steve realizes he had forgotten his keys at Tony's place. "I am not going back there to get them…" he says out loud.
"What?" A woman with dark hair and brown eyes asks him.
For a moment, Steve is reminded of Peggy. Her deep red lipstick is like a switch to his memory, having been imprinted there the first time she kissed him and the last time he heard her voice.
"Hey, I know how it is to be stuck out of your apartment. Did she kick you out or did you just leave?" She continues.
"Uh… Hi. Sorry, I was just…" he stumbles over his words.
"It's okay; I get guys staring at me all the time," she laughs, "Would you like to come in?"
"Sure." He answers
She leads him into her small apartment. It is cozy and well-lit. Almost every decoration is purple. The furniture is black and white, though. Overall, it is very… forties. There is no television, just a fireplace with a radio on the mantle. He curtains are open to let in all of the summer sun's glory. The coffee table is littered with wedding and home magazines.
"Sorry…for staring. You reminded me of someone I used to know." Steve says as he sits on a couch across from the chair she has chosen.
"I hope it wasn't an ex or dead grandmother, hahaha." She replies.
"No, she was my first love."
"Oh, I see. Where is this first love now?"
"In the past…" He sighs.
"Sorry if that brings up bad memories… I have a tendency to just say whatever is on my mind."
"It is okay, really. Believe me, there is someone right now that could definitely have used that quality."
"The girl you ran from?" She asks, "Oh, and by the way, my name is Sara; I think introductions were lost somewhere."
"I'm Steve, nice to meet you Sara," He smiles. "And yes, the person I was running from should have said what was on his mind more often. Or else I would not have been so shocked when he said it."
"Oh, so it's a guy you're running from. Boyfriend? Roommate? Brother? Father?" Sara inquires.
"Friend, actually… possible future boyfriend."
"Woah," Steve thinks, "Did I just say that out loud… to a stranger?"
"Yes, you did say that out loud. Haha. Relax, I do not discriminate." Sara replies. "Anyway, what did he do to make you run like that? Does he hate you?"
"No, or at least I don't think so. He might now." Steve says, "He told me that he likes me- as more than a friend."
"Do you like him as more than a friend? Because, if you do, I can imagine why he might hate your for running away. I would hate you. No offense. But that's pretty hard for a guy or a girl to say to anyone."
"I know, I know. It's just that… I was friends with this guy's father, who is dead now, and I have never liked another man in this way before. Something in my heart tells me that it is wrong."
"First of all, how old is this man?" She asks.
"Thirty-eight."
"Wow, he must have some courage telling you he likes you!" Her face reddens, "Sorry, not helping. Uh, it seems that you are taking society's view of how two men should love each other, in a brotherly way, and letting that fog up your view of how you love him, in a kissy-kissy way."
"It is more than that. I love him in every way. Like how a kid could love a teddy bear, or I could love meat loaf and mashed potatoes. I love him like a friend and like how I love a work of art. And it scares me." Steve confesses.
"Awww, how romantic!" Her eyes glitter as she sees Steve and a man dancing together in her head.
Steve waves his hand in front of her face. "So… any advice?"
"You need to forget about how his dad would feel. All any father wants for their children is their happiness, and I assure you he would not mind. Even if he did, if you love this man as much as you say you do, wouldn't you do anything to be with him? Like Romeo and Juliet, minus the pedophilia and suicide?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Well, then, as much fun as it has been getting to know you, neighbor, I think you should go get your keys back." Sara says.
"I think I will. Thanks. We should talk more often, I feel like I do not know enough people in this city."
"Sure, I would love to have you as a friend, Steve. You seem nice enough, aside from running out on the man who confessed his feelings for you."
"Haha, thanks. I'll go now." He concludes and walks out the door.
