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I decided not to go into detail and take the easier road. I'm going to skip ahead and But I'll bring in flash backs and explanations as well.
And also, there's going to be Spanish in there but I don't know how to speak Spanish so I used the Google Translator. If you speak Spanish, please kindly correct me.
*Thoughts, Dreams/Flashback, Phone Conversation, J.A.R.V.I.S. speaking
*Another language
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April 27th, 2012
New York City, Manhattan, New York, USA
Steve's POV
It's been a week since I've woken up from my 70 year 'nap'. When I first ran out of that building and got to Time Square, I was shocked, amazed, but confused and scared.
How much has happen since I've been gone? What happened to my friends? What happened to Peggy? $# %! I had a date and…. I missed it. I felt terrible.
Now that the war was over and that HYDRA's gone, what am I supposed to do? More than likely all my friends are gone and I don't have anyone I can turn to. Maybe Director Fury but I don't know him well. Although, he helped me find a place to stay and gave me a 'cellphone' (which I have no idea how to use it) and he told me that he'd help me find a 'tutor' to catch up in this new century that I'd never thought I'd live to see.
Today I decided to take a tour around the city with the motorcycle that Fury kindly gave me. After driving a couple of blocks, I parked and started walking along the sidewalk. As I was walking, (which is obvious) that there are more buildings (some bigger and higher than others) and many more people. Which some of them wore strange clothes and hairstyles, not to mention that some of them had piercings all over themselves (which I find horrifying and my mother would have faint if I did anything of the sort). But it's those posters and adds I find the most appalling that I find myself looking away, ahead or on the ground.
So much has changed. Everything that was considered scandalous and inappropriate in my day was…acceptable. I shook my head disbelieving what I am seeing. If these things were acceptable, then it must also mean that the morals and ideals have changed as well. My heart dropped like a rock on that thought. If everyone is like this, then our country and the whole world is in trouble. What is the world coming to? I didn't really expect to survive the crash. I thought that I'd go to heaven and see my parents and Bucky again. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. I'm all alone. Right on the sidewalk, I stopped walking, bowed my head, and began to say a prayer in my heart.
"Dear God, I know it has been awhile since I prayed but I don't know what to do. So much has changed while I was gone and I'm lost. I don't know where to go or what to do. You're the only one that I can turn to at this time. Please…if possible and if you're willing, perhaps you may send me something like, a hint or someone to show me which path I need to take. If it's too much, forgive me. I know you're probably busy with so many people on the earth right now. Amen."
After I said my prayer, I spotted a red, oval sign that said in Broadway print "Recess Café and Family Diner." Now that I think of it, I am a little hungry. I shrugged my shoulders and headed inside. The bell rung as I opened the door. The café/diner looked like any other diner. Table benches on the side of the windows and some tables and chairs across the room. The place is small but has a cozy and friendly atmosphere.
I ordered myself a ham sandwich with a cup of black coffee. As I sat down at the nearest table, I heard the doorbell ring, announcing another customer just came in. I don't know why I looked up but I did. It was a girl wearing glasses and a school uniform. Her hair was brown in soft curls and it was pulled up into a ponytail, carrying a bookbag (AN: one of those old fashioned ones). I looked at the time, "It's only 2:00. Do they let kids out of school early these days?" I wondered.
"Good afternoon, Miss Mitchells. How are ya today?" asked the manager, whose name I learned was 'Betty'. She looked like in her 50's, slim, with short 'spikey' red hair but seems to have a perky attitude.
"Oh everything is alright. Radar is getting better and the vet said he can start walking again. Just nothing too vigorous." she said.
"I'm glad to hear. So, will it be the usual today?" Betty asked.
"Sadly no, but I'll have the mini Caesar Salad and… I guess some of your famous Sparkling Watermelon wouldn't hurt." The girl said smiling. To be honest, her smile is very sweet and kindness was shining through her eyes. I turned back to my lunch but couldn't help but listen to rest of the conversation.
"Oh you're so sweet." Betty commented.
"I just don't see how I'm sweet." For some reason I imagined the girl shrugging her shoulders at the comment.
"It's just because you are."
Just as the girl was about to find a seat, but she quickly turned her heel, as if remembering something. "Oh, may you be so kind to make some burgers too. For Radar, I mean."
"Well Miss Mitchells, we're short on patties but I'll be back with them cooked and ready before you leave."
"Thank you Betty." She said, smiling as she went to get a seat. From the corner of my eye, she took her seat at the corner, three tables away from mine and pulled out a book. Everything was going fine for the next couple minutes until…
"Hey, you're that Bradby girl, right?" said a voice. I looked up from my lunch and saw a guy. He looked like any ordinary guy but something tells me there's something… not quite right about him.
The girl looked up from the book she was reading, "Um, no. Can I help you?" she asked, unsure.
I really don't like how that guy's eyeing her. "You are, aren't you?"
The girl looked at him, "I'm sorry you probably mistaken me for someone else." She said, shaking her head.
The guy shrugged his shoulders, "Ok. It's just that you look a lot like her."
"I don't know who're talking about. So please excuse me." She said as she moved to another table. It's obvious that she's uncomfortable around him and I don't blame her. He's invading her personal space.
The guy didn't went back to his seat. He followed her. That got my full attention, if a person, well, lady, is not interested, leave her alone. Before I could go into action, I had to be sure.
"Look," he said, "I'm sorry about earlier. It's just that, you're a very pretty girl, even if you have glasses." I've arched my eyebrow at that statement. What was he trying to do? "And I was wondering, would you like to have dinner with me tonight."
"I'm sorry sir, I already have plans tonight with my godfather and his girlfriend." She said, nicely.
"Ok, maybe tomorrow night?" he asked.
"No, thank you." she said politely.
"C'mon, why not?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, I don't go to dinner with men I don't know." she said but by the tone of her voice, it sounded forced.
"Well I'm Thaddeus Rockweller and if you give me your name, we'll both know each other." The girl shifted uncomfortably with a few moments of silence. "Okaaayy, names are not important anyway. You see, when I first saw you, you look like you're a very special girl."
"Ok 'buddy', you have one more strike before you're out." I thought. If he doesn't leave the girl alone and makes another move on her, I have to take action.
"I don't know you sir. Please, leave me alone!" she pleaded, even moving further away.
"But I haven't done anything." he said as he leaned in and tried to touch her. But the girl pushed his arm away.
"Don't touch me!"
That did it. He crossed the line when he tried to touch her. I got out of my seat, grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him away from the girl's personal space. The guy, Thaddeus, looked behind and his eyes widened.
"Sir, I'm going to ask you nicely to leave this young lady alone." I said firmly. I could feel the adrenaline kicking-in that I feel when I'm Captain America, on or off the battle field.
Thaddeus smirked at me, "Are you planning to go toe-to-toe with me pretty boy?" he asked smugly. It's obvious he's bluffing his bravado, and I had a lot of experience with it to know it.
My eyes narrowed him down further, "Yes, but we'll have to do it outside, if that's what it takes." Thaddeus' face turned wary. His face turning sheet white and took a step back. I turned to the young girl, "Miss, are you alright?"
The girl nodded her head, "Yes, thank you very much."
"If you'd like, you can sit with me until this guy leaves." I offered.
"Yes, thanks again." she said, as she grabbed her bag and book and started toward to sit in my seat.
I turned back to the unwanted suitor, "You go back and sit where you are."
He was slowly walking backwards but his eyes never left the girl.
"Now!" my voice was almost a bark.
"S-Sorry." he said, scampering back to his seat.
"You should never persist a young lady who's not interest, even if you are trying to be friendly." I finished it with a soft glare as I went back to my seat.
She sighed in relief, "Thank you very much."
"Your welcome, ma'am." I said.
"So when did you come back from the military?" she asked casually.
That took me by surprise. "I'm sorry?" I asked.
"Sorry, I'm not good at…. talking to people. I could ask you a different question if it is too personal or if it makes you uncomfortable-" she stammered.
I waved my hand, "Oh no, no. Don't worry about it. I'm not good with talking either, specifically dames…uh women, I mean-" Great! I'm sounding like an idiot. "Forget what I said. It's just that you caught me by surprise when you asked me when I came back from the Army. How did you know that?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "I didn't know, I uh…saw, what I've learned about you. So far."
I leaned back in my chair, is she one of Fury's agents? "Like what?" I asked.
She took a deep breath, "The way you held yourself clearly says you're military, same way how you conversed to that man. Your hands are bigger than normal, mainly it is probably because you've been recently punched a punching bag…. Yesterday, I think. Actually, it seems that you've punched earlier today because hands are a bit raw and there's still some residue from boxer's tape that professional boxers use to protect their hands. As for my guess of rank, your raise of voice and command says you are an officer. At least (which is very rare for your age) a major."
I looked at her, amazed. "How did you do that?"
The girl shrugged her shoulders. "To be honest… it has been part of my quirks. I used to play 'detective' and I've been playing it as game ever since I was a kid to keep myself from getting bored. Overtime it became a gift…. and a curse."
"Why a curse?"
"Because without meaning to, I end up sticking my nose in other people's problems and/or I jump to conclusions that end up to misunderstandings." There was about a second of silence, "If I'm wrong about you being a captain, or if I had offended you or anything, please let me know." she said.
"Oh no. You're fine, it's just that…." I can't tell her that I'm from World War II, "You are right for the most part. But I'm not a major. I'm actually a captain." I said.
The young lady snapped her fingers, "Dang it! There's always at least one thing I get wrong." she said to herself. She looked up back at me. "Sorry about that. So….when did come back?
Without thinking I said, "About a week ago. I just moved here." That was the first thing that just popped into my head. Moved?! Steven Grant Rodgers! I could hear my mother say that. Yes, I'm very well aware I lied, but S.H.E.I.L.D. doesn't want me to be public.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Mr.—oh my goodness, I don't even know your name, good sir!"
I smiled softly, "It's alright." I extended my hand, "Steve Rodgers, ma'am."
She lifted her finger up, signaling for a moment as she got into her bag and took out a pen, then one the paper napkins and stared writing. She handed the napkin to me. It was written in Morse Code. It said: Don't look. Creepy guy reading lips. Trust me. Tell you later.
She smiled at me and shook my hand. "Tibby Mitchells, and it's very nice to meet you Mr. Rodgers."
"Likewise." I said. I gently picked up the spoon and 'inspected' it. Sure enough, that stalker is watching us. "So… how do you do?" As I put the spoon down.
"I'm fine thank you." She said.
Before we got into further discussion, Tibby's meal was placed on the table as well as a white paper bag. Both of us looked up at Betty.
"Here is your order and I've found some extra patties that'll save me a trip of shopping." Then she looked concerned, "What's the matter Miss Mitchells? Why are you not in your usual spot?" she asked.
Tibby smiled faintly, "Well, uh… you see-" Then she started speaking in a different language. Spanish, I think. She was probably explaining what happened and then pointed to me and said caballero. Betty looked at me interested, I mean very interested. Then Betty said something that made Tibby blush. "No, no. Nos acabamos de conocer." Betty looked back at me then back at me. "Lo que sea. Nos vemos." And then she left us.
"What did she say?" I asked.
She waved her hand. "Oh, it's nothing too serious. She's just suggesting that I should go on a date with you sometime. But I'm not planning in dating right now."
I nodded in understanding, "I get what you mean."
"What do you mean?" she asked. As she took a bite of salad.
"I didn't date very much and all the dates were set up by my friend, Bucky. Before I came to the army, I wasn't a guy worth lining up."
"Why not? I just met you and from what I can tell, any girl would consider themselves honored to meet a gentleman like yourself." Her complement made me smile. She's really sweet.
"Well, I wasn't… reaching their expectations physically. So I was pretty skinny."
"That's their loss. It doesn't matter what you look like. All it really matters is who you are on the inside."
I nodded in agreement, "I'm glad there are people who still believe that."
Throughout our lunch we've talked for a long time, even after our lunch we still talked. Then there was a small beeping sound coming from Tibby's watch.
"Oh my goodness. It's 4:30. Radar's probably wondering where I am." She started gathering her stuff, and as she was about to take her wallet out, I beat her to it. "You didn't have to do that."
"Not to worry, ma'am. Besides, I think it'll save you some time."
She smiled at me, "Thank you. I promise I'll pay you back."
"No don't. It's a privilege." I insisted. But as I was getting out of my seat, the stalker was still there. "Um, I'm pretty sure you noticed but um, your unwanted suitor is still here."
She looked behind me and from the look in her eyes, she seemed pretty scared. "Um, Mr. Rodgers, if it's not too much trouble, may escort me to my home please?"
"I'd be honor to escort you, Miss Mitchells." I said.
She smiled at me, "Thank you."
As we got out of the diner, we started talking again. This time about we talked about God and religion. I learned she isn't in a specific group in Christianity but she goes to church every Sunday. The church she's currently going to is called, St. Crusaders. A very poor church but nobody has to pay to hear God's word.
As we got to my motorcycle, she looked… unsure.
"You never road on a motorcycle before?" I asked.
Tibby shook her head, "No." There was a bit of a silence, "Is it safe?" she asked.
"I promise I'll be careful." Unknowingly I offered my hand, "Do you trust me?"
A puzzled expression came on her face but her puzzled expression turned into a smile, "Yes."
As we got on, Tibby sitting behind me, we were off. When we're finally on the road, I, slightly, turned to her. "So, uh…where's your house?" I asked.
"7226 Lexington Avenue" she replied.
And off we went.
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Links and References-
Got this from Google Translate:
Nos acabamos de conocer- I just met him.
Lo que sea. Nos vemos- Whatever. See you later.
Book bag: .
The Unwanted Flirtation, I got the idea right here- watch?v=sSFN_wPKuhM