So I've decided to turn this one-shot into a possible series, maybe a two-shot, I'm not completely sure. This chapter will be in Amaryllis's point of view, showing the same interactions, but will go on to a similar plot to the Avengers, and is set after the Second Wizarding War but before the 19 years later with a few differences. Read and Review. ~AmaryllisPotter
After the Second Wizarding War, Amaryllis had felt so guilty about all the death and destruction, so she moved to the States. She had been living there for a couple of years. She became a doctor/healer and tried to fix people instead of destroying them.
Now today, Amaryllis had just had a really crappy day. She'd tripped over her cat Calypso when she got up, cut herself while shaving, mixed up the salt and sugar which completely ruined her breakfast, she forgot to pay rent and was now scrambling to pay rent before her landlord evicted her, and above all, it was Halloween. The night her parents were murdered 24 years ago. After her absolutely horrible day, Amaryllis decided that she would just go out to the nearby bar and get completely wasted. But those plans were ruined once she met Steve Rogers.
She had gone to a nearby bar and planned on getting drunk, but for some odd reason, her instincts were telling her to wait and not get drunk just yet. So instead she decided to dance. She had been swaying on the dance floor for a few minutes when she felt someone's gaze on the back of her neck. She turned to see if it was some creeper trying to bed her and saw a man in his mid-twenties watching her. She pushed her wine red bangs out of her eyes and studied him for a few seconds. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and well-defined muscles. She smirked mischievously at him and continued to dance.
A minute or two later, she felt someone tap her shoulder. Turning around, Amaryllis was surprised to see the same man who was watching her earlier. He asked her shyly "May I dance with you, ma'am?" She was so surprised. She had figured he was just another man trying to get in her pants, but he had just asked her to dance so politely and shyly. She smiled. "Of course you may Mr…?" "Rogers," He replied "Steve Rogers." She stuck her hand out. "I'm Amaryllis Potter, but everybody calls me Amy." He smiled and said "Amaryllis. That's a pretty name." then held out his hand to her. "Shall we dance?" he asked. She took his hand and he wrapped a hand around her waist as a slow song came on. They swayed to the music together and she smiled at him. "It's a beautiful song isn't it?" she asked. "It is." He replied. The song ended and another started. They continued to dance together for hours talking and laughing. For some reason, they just seemed to connect, for some weird reason.
She told him about her school years, her bakery, her dog Coco, and her godfather's vintage motorcycle. He told her about his work in the army during World War II and how he woke up to find that everyone he loved was dead. "I can relate." She replied to that. "Not because I've actually gone through what you have, but because I lost everything back in England, my family, my friends. All because one damn terrorist organization that wouldn't leave me alone." Steve didn't know how to reply to that, so he didn't. He just held her a little closer as they continued to dance. "Oh look at the time!" Amaryllis gasped. It was a little after midnight. "I have to go home, thanks for a wonderful night." "I'll walk you home," Steve said. "Thanks," Amaryllis replied.
Steve walked her home and when they got to her door he asked, "Would you like to go out for coffee tomorrow?" She turned and looked at him for a second and then smiled replying, "I'd love to." He smiled, "I'll pick you up around 11:00, okay?" "That sounds wonderful." Amaryllis smiled then kissed his cheek and walked into her apartment. She didn't notice his heavy blush when she kissed his cheek. She showered and then went to bed all the while thinking of the enigmatic and wonderful Steve Rogers whom she had met today. He'd even made Halloween fun, and that never happened with her horrible luck. Maybe, just maybe she could let Steve in after all the hurt she had gone through when her friends died.
A/N: Next chapter will be Steve and Amaryllis's first couple of dates, they'll grow closer and closer for about 2 months before something big happens. Read and review, please. Any ideas for improving this story will be appreciated. Thanks! ~AmaryllisPotter