Hello! I'm back after what seems like months ( it probably has been). Since then, I have been fully converted into an otaku. Yes! Cue the shrieks of horror. Well, here's the second chapter.

BTW, I'm on wattpad if anyone wants to check my account out. I am called thegirlwholovescake there. Unfortunately, you shall not find any marvel-related fanfics there. Only Tokyo Ghoul and Vampire Knight.

(F1)= best friend's name #1- this friend should be that one that loves food, gaming and/or is really sarcastic.

(F2)= best friend's name #2- this friend should be that one who is obsessed with everyone's love life and/or is slightly pervy.

Sorry for these complicated abbreviations.

Well, let's get on with it.

"Are you sure you will eat all that muffin?" (F1) asked for the millionth time since you entered the coffee shop. And, for the millionth time, you nodded warily. Honestly, sometimes you wondered how you were friends with them at all. They was so annoying sometimes, with their sarcasm and cravings for junk food. But you had to admit, they was great fun to be with when it came to sociable procrastination AKA gaming together. (F1) was a boss at those shooter games.

You could hear the barista shouting your favourite fictional character's name from behind the counter. You and your friends always gave false names when you went to coffee shops, it was like a tradition. Last time you were here, you told the server that your name was Hilary/Barack. Everyone cracked up at that, even the guy who handed you the tea.

"That's me," you sigh as you get up from the table you and your friends are sitting at. The worker gives you an odd look as you confirm your false name. It seems he is part of the fandom. When you return to your table, half of your muffin has vanished and there is crumbs speckling (F1)'s lips. You give them a murderous look but they give you a guilty smile in return.

"Smells nice. What is it?" Your other friend (F2) asks.

"Berry tea."

You sit down and take a sip of your drink. (F1) slyly slides his/her hand into their pocket, reaching for their phone. However, you notice and slap their arm. (F1) groans when s(he0 sees the stern look you're giving them.

"No phones. You are here to talk to us, not strangers online."

"Whoa, there, horsey. Since when were you a tech hater?" S(he) asks.

"Since now," you snap, "now speak to us."

Suddenly (F2) has a eureka! moment.

"Oh, I've a great topic. How's that sexy new neighbour of yours, (Y/N)?"

You feel your cheeks burning.

"Piss off, would you? And how'd you know he's good looking? You've never seen him before!" You splutter.

Your nosy friend strokes their chin dramatically.

"Well, the last time we met, you did mention a rather handsome neighbour, and judging from your blushing, I deduce that you may have some feelings for -"

You gape at them in shock until you regain your senses and interrupt her/him.

"-I do not! Why the-"

"I also predicted that you would immediately deny this if my suspicions are correct! I knew-"

"Shut the fuck up, (F2)!"

A few heads had turned at this angry outburst, but after a while, everybody eventually goes back to what they were doing.

You angrily take a sip of your tea, realising that it has began to get cold.

"Well, what's the guy's name?" (F1) asked meekly.

"Steve," you mumble, "Steve Rogers."

Your friends jump out of their seats and simultaneously yell, "Steve Rogers!?"

You stare at them, a little confused. The entire café had turned around to find out what all the yelling was about.

"Um, yeah. Am I missing something? Is he a celebrity or something?"

"A celebrity..." (F1) mumbles drowsily as (s)he slumps into the chair.

(F2)'s face is centimetres from yours, his/her eyes boring a hole into the back of your eye sockets.

"Have you been living under a rock? Remember the Battle of New York? Or the tragedy in Sokovia?"

You nod, a little bit confused as to where this is leading to.

They both sigh at your cluelessness.

"You do know what World War II was, right? Well, remember learning about Captain-"

You jump up, causing a ruckus which makes everyone look at you all again.

"Captain fucking America! Steve! Whoa! I'm an idiot!"

You grab your phone and look up Captain America. (F1) cries in outrage when (s)he sees you on your phone but you motion for them to shut it. You need the phone a lot more than s(he) does.

You tap on images of the war hero and stare at them. They are identical. Surely it's a coincidence... They just have the same name... Steve is a pretty common name. You whip out your phone and type iazement. Steve Rogers is identical to your Steve Rogers. What the actual fuck. Steve is Captain America?

"It's him," you announce, giving your friends the phone to see for themselves. In your peripheral vision you can see the dude behind the till angrily glaring at you. Everyone has finished their food so you leave a generous tip for the trouble caused by you and your friends and pull them by the wrists out of there.

What are you going to say to Steve? Should you tell him you know who he is now? But that would ruin the easy friendship you had. But if you didn't say, he would probably figure it out, you've always been bad at hiding things. What should you do?

"Sooooo," starts (F2), "You've a crush on the mighty Captain?" (S)he asks, giving you that annoying 'someone's in luuurrve' look.

"Shut up," you mumble.

What am I going to do?

So, that's it!

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