Gemma walked to her coffee shop on Court street, slightly in a daze. She still could not believe that Captain freaking America bought her coffee. It has been a few weeks since their "meet cute" transpired and she was hoping to run into him again.

"God, what am I thinking?" She said to herself, thinking of how the scenario would go down. "Hey, Captain—Cap. Capitán. Thanks for buying me coffee the other day and so sorry I was such a bitch— I mean, that I was rude. Also, thanks for saving the world from flying alien robots. And the other robots from the day before..."

Gemma shook her head and scolded herself from her imagination. People like her did not just run into one of the Avengers. Who was she to ever say anything to them—to Captain America?! She was just a girl, born and raised in Brooklyn. Taking her life, as boring and ordinary as it was, day by day.

She continued to walk into the cafe, the familiar bell at the top of the door dinged as she pushed the door open. It was 7 AM and there was already a line starting for the morning rush. Falling into line like the other mindless drones going to work, Gemma stood there, being idle with her thoughts.

Completely out of it, due to lack of sleep and her wandering thoughts, she neglected to hear the door ding as someone entered the cafe. She subconsciously stepped forward as coffee orders were taken and given up ahead.

She felt the person behind her step up as the line shifted. Distantly, she heard a throat clear. She didn't pay it any mind and continued to stare straight ahead. After a minute, she heard another throat clear, purposefully this time. She began to turn her body and look behind her but heard her name being spoken from someone in the front. She straightened and looked towards the register and saw Chris greeting her a good morning.

"How are you, Chris?" She asked as she gave her order. Luckily, she has been promoted at her job, going from assistant to temp. secretary. Not that big of a bump but she'll take it if that meant getting out of buying 10 cups of coffee every morning.

"I'm alright, Gemma. How you feeling?" Chris asked her. After the transformers incident, although the attack didn't happen on American soil, the damage was felt by all people in New York. Everyone was still recovering from all these other worldly attacks.

"I'm alright. World keeps spinning, I suppose." Gemma grinned humorlessly and stepped aside for the person behind her to order as Chris nodded his agreement.

She was waiting for her order at the end of the bar and after a few moments heard a voice beside her say, "Does it really?"

She turned and saw Captain freaking America. He looked...tired but still put together. She had a weird moment of just seeing him in his whole get up until she realized that he was just wearing causal attire. She stared at him for a while and noticed that he was just staring at her with his eye brows slightly raised.

She shook her head a bit, "Sorry— what was that?"

He gave a slight grin and said, "Does the world really just keep spinning?"

Gemma's mouth opened a few times, as she was at a loss of what to say. How do you respond to Captain America that through all of his stress, tribulations and hard work of trying to save the world, it didn't really matter because the the world just kept spinning? As if nothing happened.

"Gemma, you freaking idiot!" She looked down, a bit ashamed. "Sorry, I meant no offense."

He looked taken a back, grin still on his face. "Hey, it's okay. No offense was taken. That's what the world is supposed to do, spin." He didn't discuss it any further but she understood what he was saying.

It was his job to defend and keep the world going. To keep it spinning. As if nothing happened.

She smiled slightly and said quietly, "Still, it wouldn't continue to spin without you guys." His eyes widened a bit and his small grin widened slightly as he tucked his head down a bit, not saying anything.

"My cover is blown, I see." He said to her.

Gemma smiled and said, "It's kinda hard not to notice Captain America taking pity on the girl in a coffee shop and buying her coffee even after she was being super rude to him."

Steve laughed a bit, "You were not being rude. You were being cautious, as everyone should be. But, I will admit that you're slightly off about one thing. I'm not Captain America taking pity on the girl in the coffee shop and buying her coffee for her."

He extended his grin and his hand, "I'm Steve, and a few weeks ago, I saw a pretty girl standing in front of me in a coffee shop and decided to buy her coffee, all in the hopes of getting her to talk to me."

Gemma was taken aback at his unexpected forward ness, "Captain America is a flirt." She thought. She blushed at her next thought, "Captain— Steve thinks I'm pretty."

Although still blushing, she extended her hand and said, "I'm Gemma."

He shook her hand, "It's really nice to meet you, Gemma." She smiled back at him and couldn't look away from their eye contact. There seemed to be something in both of their expressions, a spark that seemed to ignite the moment they touched. They both let go, only after Gemma's name was called for her coffee order.

She turned to get her coffee and checked her watch that said 7:30. She noticed that she had no time to chat with him if she wanted to get to work. Gemma wondered if she even should. She smiled sadly, thinking of what it could be like to date a superhero. "I'm better off without that kind of stress. I have my job and myself to look after. Maybe it's not such a good idea. Maybe it is for the best."

She turned back to Steve and said, "I have to go but...it was really nice to meet you, Steve."

Steve looked at her and she could tell he was disappointed but not surprised by her reaction and reluctantly smiled, "You too, Gemma."

She smiled deploringly and said bye. She walked towards the front door but stopped before she could pull it open. She couldn't stop thinking about the moment they touched hands. The spark. His deep blue eyes. Unknowingly, Gemma was walking away from a handshake that had the potential to change her life forever.

But she didn't walk away.

Steve was still facing the bar counter, waiting for his coffee. Slightly disappointed that he could not manage to stop Gemma from walking away but accepted the situation for what it was. He knew that times were different but he gave it a try, and he failed. He was being too forward and she wasn't interested.

But, in that moment, he couldn't stop thinking about the moment that they touched hands. The unflinchingly, bright spark that tingled between their touch. Her bright, brown eyes.

He made up his mind and was going to chase after Gemma until he realized that he didn't hear the ding of the door and that the sound of her heels stopped clacking. He paused and turned around to see Gemma holding her coffee by the door, facing him.

Gemma smiled and chuckled, took two steps forward towards Steve. They stood quiet for a second until, "So, how'd you propose a girl ask a cute guy to walk with her 'till she had to go to work?"

Steve's eyes lit up in humor, recognizing their little dance. "Do you have the time?"

Gemma looked at her watch that said 7:45 and looked back at Steve.

"Eh," she shrugged with a smile. "Let the world spin."