Here you go, guys! I am going to work on other stories, but I won't forget about this crazy, but beautiful story~
I looked up words or slangs from the 1940s and sorry if I used it too much; I was trying to emphasis's Steve's... lack of knowlege, but not in a mean way~
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I was not expecting to meet the Chris Evans. Oh god, I can imagine all the posters in my sister's room; some weren't so innocent. He looked down at me in confusion as he heard my words. He looked around the area as if he was expecting someone else to appear. I was still staring at him in all his glory. He looked uncomfortable after a couple more seconds. He cleared his throat as he tried to look me in the eye, but trust me, I was giving him that look. That look that told everything. It wasn't like I was undressing him, no! I would never do that... no, I would. We all would...
"Are you okay?" He asked in concern as I blinked my eyes rapidly, getting out of my over excessive staring at him. He looked relief when I stopped and seemed to have a bit more confidence, "Y-you do not look like you work here. Not that I am trying to say-"
"I would love to be in the situation multiple times for a Klondike bar." I said out loud as he tilted his head in confusion, "Y-you know. Those commercials where the chubby guy voice is like, 'What would you do for a klondike bar?' Then some-..." I stopped myself when it seemed like he was not following.
"Never mind, Mr. Evans." I said as he shook his head.
"No, no. I'm Steve Rodgers." He said as I gave him a blank stare... right, the movie... Though, in Fantastic Four, he was a bit promiscuous... Why couldn't I be sent to that movie...? "I am sure that I do not have your name."
"Oh, I'm Nikita Bianchi." I said as I shook his head and I gawked at it. His hand just like... engulfed my hand whole, "It's nice to meet you, Chr-..Steve." I have to get that right. He smiled and gave me hand a firm shook before letting it go.
"Not to pry or anything, but why are you on the Helicarrier?" He asked politely as I sighed and put my hand up to my chin.
"Well... The main reason is Nick Fury." I started to Steve sighed with a small smile, "He dragged me here, saying that...well, I could be useful somehow. I might have superpowers..."
"Superpowers? Of what kind?" He asked, crossing his arms as his eyes seem to shine a bit brighter. I gave him a nervous smile and cleared my throat.
"I-I'm not sure of that. Hell, I don't even know how I ended up here. One moment I was in East Chicago, and next thing you know, I am found in the damn Central Park with my damn Android missing..." I started, pouting a bit, "All I know is that I don't belong here..." I looked back at Steve as he looked like he was thinking about something.
"You lost a...robot...?" He questioned as I tilted my head with an eyebrow raised as he looked even more uncomfortable, "Y-your android... You lost an android, which is a robot, am I right?"
"Well, not to burst your bubble, but I don't own-"
"Burst your bubble? What does that even mean?" He questioned under his breath as I gave him an amused smile, "S-sorry for interrupting you-"
"You're not...familiar with... today's...terms... if I had to guess..." I said slowly as he let out a sigh and a small grin.
"Is it obvious?" He asked as I laughed and crossed my arms.
"Kind of, but it's cute when you are talking to yourself." I said, nudging him on the arm a bit as few spceks of red went on his face as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Thank you for your compliment." He said as I shrugged, then a long awkward pause came...
"Hey, are you suppose to be anywhere right now in particular?" I questioned as he hesitated for a moment.
"No, I just left Tony Stark and Dr. Banner in the lab. Tony can be such a wise-guy." He said as his eyes seemed irritated for a moment, "I had to scram out of the room before I did anything I would regret."
"Scram...? My god, you are using old slang." I said, biting my lip to hide my grin as he looked around awkwardly.
"Sorry about that-"
"No, no. Please, screw it; I don't mind." I said as he looked at me for an explanation, "Forget it I meant. So, are you suppose to be somewhere right now...?"
"No, Ma'am." He said as I grinned.
"So, how about we walk down the hallways and I get the chance to know you better." I offered as he chuckled.
"I am pretty sure that I'm not good with my words-"
"Even a better reason why I should know you better." I said as I started to pull on his arm, "Unless you want to deal with...that... wise-guy Tony again?"
"That would be bad." He said with a small chuckle. I let go of his arm once I saw that he was following me, "I am not sure where to start."
"Anywhere. I don't care." I said as he nodded, "And don't worry if I don't understand some of your...words. I'll try to follow along as best as I can."
"Right then. Well, I was never born in a ritzy place. I'm just a kid from simple Brooklyn, New York. Have you been there before?"
"I have; just for a family visit though. I never got a chance to really explore, but I liked spending time in Manhattan any chance I got." I said as he smiled.
"There was some amazing cites to see. There were a lot of swanky hotels with..." He started before blush went onto his cheeks, "Share crops..."
"So...saying the word share crops makes you blush... why?" I asked with a small smirk as he hesitated to say something, "I won't judge."
"Dames at the corners of streets, looking for some fun-"
"You mean prostitutes..." I said as he nodded and I laughed, "Well, share crops is a better word to say then."
"Agreed. Anyways, life was fine..." He said before he had a distance look in his eyes, "I wasn't hard-boiled-... I mean, I wasn't tough back then. I was a scrawny kids with a lot of problems. I had problems joining the war. I mean, who would accept a kid who could have an asthma attack at any minute...? I wasn't the right man for the job..." As he was talking... I started to wonder...is he on steroids...? it doesn't look like it because he would be much more... oddly muscular... If they call him a scrawny kid, I wonder what the other guys looked like...? They wouldn't accept him to fight in the Middle East...
"One doctor gave me a chance; he was a swell guy and a good friend. He saw something in me that he said that the others did not have; I had heart and I was a good man." He said as I smiled, "I didn't want to lose those traits when I became involved in the war. I always wanted to stay the same Steve Rodgers no matter what... I became enlisted in the army, though I didn't want to Bump off anyone; I just wanted to fighting to stop."
"Bump off? I wasn't aware that people could bump off each other." I teased as he gave me a small grin.
"I meant to kill." He said as my smile stopped, "It's all right. A lot of people would be all ready confused with me by this time."
"I have a higher attention span with interesting people." I said with a grin, "Now, go on."
"The army was sort of doing this... secret program..." Why am I not surprised...? "They wanted to make a super-soldier to help win the war..."
"Would you really call the battles in the Middle East a war. I mean, not to be rude. It's violent and tensional, but to mean, a war is like a full on... sort of like the Vietnam War..." I said, hoping not to be mean.
"In the Middle East, no, no. I'm not talking about that." He said as I raised an eyebrow. "Oh. I'm sorry; I didn't tell you."
"Tell me what...? If you are some sort of assassin; I am screaming at the top of my lungs and running away from me." I said as he put his hands out.
"No, ma'am. I am not even talking about the Vietnam War..."
"The Cold War?"
"Oh... I just learned about that from... a large device. Nick Fury called it a laptop-"
"Off topic; what war, Steve?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as he sighed.
"The War against Germany; World War II." He said as make a noise at the back of my throat, "Now, I know this might be too much and it might be hard to understand-"
"If you are talking about the Second World War... which is hard to believe, but aren't you suppose to be in... retirement by now...? You know, since you are suppose to be like... 70 years of older...?" I questioned, rubbing my temples as he shifted his eyes in a guilty fashion. "Geez, why don't you give me a bottle of vodka and knock me out while you are at it?"
"I'm sure that is not necessary." He said as I groaned, "I'm sorry-"
"Don't apologize; just give me a second... You told me you were too scrawny to join the war, and supposedly, you are talking about the Second World War I might add; you still look like you are about 25 when you are suppose to be 70... Why?" I demanded as he looked at me straight in the eye with large amount of seriousness.
"I was frozen in ice..."
I crossed my arms and said nothing as I had finished listened to Steve talk about his... heroic adventure. Sending a plane to the depths of the ocean, being frozen in ice as a Super soldier, being... reborn in the 21st century, saving the United States of America? Not to mention he's Captain America...? If only Alex was here to explain this crap... Maybe I should have listened to him all of those times...
"Ma'am-"
"Hold it, mister." I said, holding out my hand as I though about it and sighed, "All right. I thought about it and I got over it..."
"You still consider me an old geezer?" He asked as I laughed a bit and shook my head.
"No, besides. If I told anyone that you were 70 years old, they would not believe me for a second and send me off to the asylum. Besides, I can't count it against you- well, it wouldn't be fair to count all those years that you spent in the ice as the years you were still alive. You didn't get to spend those years as you wanted to so no... You're not an old geezer...yet. You're like...a strapping young fellow." I explained as he chuckled at the last part, "Was I close to 1940's lingo...?"
"Someone on the street would think you're a ditzy gal." He said as I grinned, "What is it?"
"Out of all the words you said, that's probably the only one so far that I didn't question in my head; it's a dramatic improvement." I said as he smiled.
"You're a keen woman, ma'am."
"You're still on the Ma'am, thing? You know, if you want to, you could call me Nikita, or Nikki..."
"It would be rude-"
"Your definition of rude is me actually giving me a quarter to charity; hell, my wallet is a charity!" I said as he gave me a teasing glare, "What? It's true. I am truly broke and I don't think Home Depot is a good enough job to get paid actually money, but I am waiting to finish school to get my Masters."
"You've been in school for how long?"
"Well, thing is... school and me have this on and off relationship." I said as he raised an eyebrow, "I never liked school; too much required effort."
"But it is always good to learn." He said as I shrugged, "Wait, you never told me about yourself?"
"Trust me; mine is not as exciting as yours." I said as he smiled.
"But I would love to hear it." he insisted as I smiled. I can never resist Chris Evans...
"I am from Indiana in the city of East Chicago. I went through school and never really liked school as I said before, but I did want to become something big." I said as he looked over to me, "I wanted to a message therapist; pretty weird how the second part of the sentence has something...weird."
"You mean-..ohh... right." He said, looking down in embarrassment for not realizing it sooner.
"But I didn't like the idea so I went into medical school to become a surgeon."
"Helping out others; that's nice." He commented as I smiled, "But you don't seem like the eager beaver type. More like a sloth..."
"Geez, thanks, but yeah, it is, but then... student loans started to pile up and my bank is nearly dry because of it." I told him.
"I'm sorry about it." He said as I frowned.
"Don't worry; it's my fault; now, I just have to pay it all once I go back to my world..." I said as he muttered something under his breath, "What was that?"
"You keep on talking about this... other world; is it really different from...this world, I suppose?" He questioned as I put my hands behind my head.
"To be frank; you guys... well, superheroes, don't exist, nor does... Demi-gods." I said as he crossed his arms.
"I refuse to believe that they are gods; there's only one god for me." He said as I laughed.
"Well, I am all ready hooked even though I haven't any of them." I told as he frowned then smiled.
"There's one; his name is Thor. He's the god of thunder as he said; he's really helpful, though, he's more lost about human slang than I am, so I am quite proud of myself." He said cheerfully as I giggled.
"Whose the other one?"
"He's Loki... Thor's brother... Adopted brother. He's plain evil and won't stop at nothing at rule this world, but we will stop him." Steve assured as I nodded.
"I'm sure you guys will. So... am I going to see Spider-man anytime soon?" I joked as he blinked.
"I don't think there's anyone called Spider-man, well, not that I know of..." He said as I nodded, but was mentally cursing out Alex. I'm going to rip his head off for making me look like a fool...!
"Well, Mr. America. That was a nice chat with you; we wasted about 30 minutes." I told him as his eyes widened, "Sorry about that."
"Don't worry. It's not everyday you get to talk to an attractive dame such as yourself." He said as I looked down and felt my cheeks burn up a bit, "Sorry, that was a bit too forward."
"Thanks." I muttered, "And don't worry; too forward is good...at times..."
"Right... So, I have one more question for you?" He asked as I looked up at him, "Do you know where we are...?"
So, yeah, Steve and Nikita moment. Hope it was not a fast relationship, but at least they got to know each other .~
Review and Give me suggestions if you would like to~
P.S. To whoever said that Chicago is in Illinois, I know that, but I was talking about East Chicago. Not like 'I'm from Chicago, the eastern past.' There's a place called East Chicago in Indiana, but I'll try to clarify it more later on; thanks you. :)
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