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Request on Steve Rogers wants to ask out shy and nice shield doctor, reader out to dinner but his team keeps distracting him

Ask and you shall receive! I tried my best, it might be a little bit different than your request but I hope I didn’t stray too far. <3

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Word Count: 5,851

Summary: Every tiny tidbit of life, the hundreds of silhouettes moving through dimly lit double pained glass made Steve feel more alive and less alone than ever.

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only! All minors and blogs without an age in bio will be blocked.

Steve Rogers was a lover of all people, yet the loneliest person in the world. Well, that's what the avengers loved to tell him.

Whenever he worked his office door consistently remained open, welcoming visitors to stop by and peers to pop in for a quick chat and a hello before scurrying along to their next tasks for the day. Then, as the sun set and the pile of work never seemed to dwindle down, the team took turns every night trying to convince him that the never ending nuisance could wait until tomorrow.

He would agree, but continue to sit at that desk until the city outside his window was dark, and each office in the compound was empty. Then, with droopy eyes and a sore brain, he'd grab his jacket and phone and slowly stroll through the long halls while finding his way to the exit.

Sure he could've chosen to live there with the rest of the Avengers, but he needed his space and his therapist mentioned something about boundaries.

Leaving work was quite possibly his favorite routine of the day. The heels of his shoes clicking against the polished floors provided an odd sense of familiarity and comfort as he walked the halls. He counted 8 doors, a left turn, then 3 more doors until he got to your office.

Steve didn't even know you, the only reason he even knew your name was because it was etched into the glass door of your lab, he didn't know why you were the only person he ever saw in the compound who was crazy enough to stay as late as he did every day, and he definitely didn't know why you chose to be so kind as to smile and give him a little wave every time he passed by your lab made of big glass panes.

But he did know he loved it. He looked forward to passing by your work station every night when he finished up to be met with a pretty smile and a sweet wave. He always smiled back, and gave you his best salute. At first he waved, but one day he saluted out of pure muscle memory and it made you laugh and shake your head at him, even though he couldn't hear it through the thick glass walls of your lab, he switched to a salute every night just to make your smile stretch a little wider.

Tonight as he passed by, you looked like you were falling asleep while tinkering with some vials full of substances Steve couldn't even begin to understand. You didn't notice him at first, so he walked a little slower than his normal pace.

Even then, you were so focused on staying awake that he was almost completely disregarded by your half-functional brain. He decided to completely stop and wave at you, when you finally noticed him out of the corner of your eye, he watched you perk up.

You picked up the vial in your hands so he could see it, then rolled your eyes at it to communicate to him that you were frustrated by your work. Though you couldn't hear it, he laughed. Then, he pointed at the time on his watch to let you know that it was getting really late, and brought his hands up to his face and closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep to tell you that you should leave and get some rest.

You gave him a thumbs up before waving, he saluted, then continued walking off.

Just as he stepped out of the building, a voice ripped him out of his own smiling head.

"You know, if you're the loneliest person in the world, she comes in close second." Natasha was leaning against the wall next to the front door, obviously waiting there just to grill him.

"Who?" He stopped and turned around to look at her.

"The doctor you wave at every day" Nat confirmed.

"Oh, so now you're stalking me." He lightheartedly raised an eyebrow.

"Ask her out, maybe it'll give both of you a reason to leave work at a reasonable time for once." she pressed.

"I've never even spoken a word to her"

"I have." Nat told him. "I've spoken a lot of words to her. She's great, you should try speaking some words to her too, maybe over dinner and a glass of wine."

"She seems busy" Steve noted.

"You two smile like idiots just waving to each other every night."

"Oh, so you are stalking me."

"For your own good! You need to get yourself out there, Steve. You're Captain America for christ sakes, there are thousands of beautiful dames out and about in line who would give anything for a single slice of all of this" Natasha motioned up and down his body.

"Funny, I actually don't see a line anywhere. And also, I'm fine. Not sure why you seem so worried about me." He nervously rambled.

"You're not fine." She insisted. "I haven't seen you leave your apartment for anything but work in two months."

"Not true, I went to Blick on Saturday! Needed some new paint."

"Did you talk to anyone there that wasn't the cashier?"

"Do cashiers not count as human beings these days?" Steve questioned as he continued walking towards his apartment.

"Will you at least get a cat?" Nat called out after him.

"I'm more of a dog person" Steve turned around to face her while walking backwards away from the building.

"Ask her out!"

"I'm doing fine on my own."

He resumed his nightly routine on his walk home. The privilege of being able to walk safely in the dark was something he remained grateful for, yet the tiny twinge of fear that always resides in his brain made him oddly happy. Reminders that the tiny guy he used to be still lived somewhere behind the serum's facade comforted him immensely.

As he walked through the concrete jungle of flashy lights and never ending traffic, he tended to let his mind wander. Looking up at the tall corporate buildings, passing by the not so tall apartment buildings, cars swooshing by on the streets were all indicators of how vast the world really was.

As important as his life was to him, every single light shining through the windows of the endless buildings, and every single passing taillight represented an individual with their own life that was just as important to them.

A couple on the back of a motorcycle on their way to overlook the skyline on the bridge, an office with a woman who fought tooth an nail to to get the position of her dreams and is now dedicated to her craft, the living-room of a person that just had the best day of their lives, the bedroom of a guy who was processing the worst day of his, a soft glow from a nursery providing comforting warmth to a baby who just came him for the first time three days ago.

All of those tiny tidbits of life, the hundreds of silhouettes through double pained glass made him feel more alive and less alone than ever. It continued to comfort him as he arrived home, unlocked his front door and immediately opened his bedroom window to fill his space with the very city sounds most people of New York grow to loath.

Food, hot shower, some reading or gentle sketches to wind down then he was off to bed so he could be up bright and early for a run, the gym, another shower, and more work.

But the next day was different, he had us bi-annual check up and blood draw. It was pretty much unanimously agreed that all avengers must be in tip-top shape at all times, so frequent checkups were the norm around the compound.

The words Natasha spoke to him replayed in his head over and over again as he waited to be seen for his physical. What if you were his doctor today and he finally had to have a real conversation with you? What if Nat had the same conversation with you as she did with him? Maybe in that case he should just ask you out to thin out the air and ease your mind?

Oh no, surly this was bound to be the most awkward physical of all time, right? Wrong.

You were busy with Natasha's physical who was conveniently scheduled at the same time as his. Steve got a nurse rather than a doctor, which he was totally okay with. They took his vitals, drew some blood, asked him if he had any symptoms or complaints, then that was that for another six months and he went on his merry way.

As he exited the medical bay to go back to his office, you were leaving the examination room with Natasha. He tried his best to keep walking but once again, Nat's voice stopped his plans.

"Hey Rogers!" She called out.

"Romanoff." Steve looked back and smiled. He noted the way you smiled at him too, completely unsure if speaking real words would ruin the illusion of the unspoken relationship the two of you have built.

"Did you tell the nurse about that one thing you told me you've been struggling with? You know? The..." Nat pointed downwards towards her crotch as a joke.

"She made note of it, don't worry." Steve ran with the joke. "We're you able to get some ointment for that rash you've had for months?"

"Got it all taken care of." Nat giggled.

"Glad to hear it." Steve nodded.

His eyes met yours for a brief moment, so the two of you did what you did best. Big smiles, a wave and a solute.

As Steve started walking off again, he could hear Nat's little "you two are ridiculous". He didn't need eyes on the back of his head to know she was rolling hers.

And later that day as he left work far too late, he stopped at your glass lab to say goodnight. The moment he approached, you sprung up in excitement with a vial of blood and a piece of paper in your hands. He was a little confused at first, but you raised the vial to show him before placing it down and running up to the glass with the paper.

Pressing it against the surface at a height he could see, he couldn't help but to giggle at your excitement before focusing on the paper.

They were lab results with his name written on the top. You had circled all the numbers with a blue sharpie, and to be honest he had no idea what any of it meant, but thanks to your cute little note on the bottom, he knew there was nothing to be worried about.

'The most perfect lab results I've ever seen!!!'

He could feel your excitement through the barrier, so he dropped his mouth in face surprise and pointed to himself before mouthing "who, me?"

You nodded and gave a thumbs up, to which he pumped his fist and mouthed "yes!" happily.

That night seemed to have inspired a whole bunch of new creative ways to communicate, because the next night he was met with another hand written note. This time you didn't get up from your chair, only held it up for him to read.

'Is Romanoff pestering you too?'

A belly laugh flew out of you and your head rolled back as his face turned pink and met the palm of his hand in an instant. You had never expected to make the face of bravery to become so sheepish in such a short amount of time.

Even though you already got the answer you needed, he still nodded to let you know the pestering was mutual.

Smile, wave, solute, then Steve was on his merry way.

Every night on his walk home he tried to follow along on people's stories, like the lovely old couple that lived two floors below his apartment. Everyday they seemed to be eating a sweet treat together around the time he got home from work.

He knew their names were Susanne and Bill, both well into their 70's and married for over 50 years. They introduced themselves plenty of times, and the relationship between the three of them seemed to be symbiotic. Steve worried about them on the daily and always made sure their groceries were brought up to their front door and trash was taken down, while they worried about him whenever he was away for a while. Every once in a while they would stop by to bring him a home cooked meal or some sweets made with lots of love just to make sure he knew they appreciated everything he did for them.

Tonight he gathered from just a glimpse through the illuminated window that the two of them were eating cookies together with a steaming mug of warm hot chocolate. Each cookie was decorated with a '54', and it made him smile from ear to ear.

Back to his cozy apartment, back to work, back to your glass office.

Smile, wave, solute, then Steve was right back on his merry way.

Within the week, he had been unsuccessfully persuaded by Natasha to ask you out on a date multiple times. Really, you were beautiful. But he didn't know much about you and even the thought of having to speak to you made his heart race and his palms sweat.

However, she did plant a little seed in the back of his head. It sprouted into a tiny sapling, and rooted deeply into every part of his brain. Whenever he saw you his mood was improved with just a moment of your time. Just an insignificant couple of moments.

What could you make him feel with a few hours of conversation? Would it be as effortlessly joyful as your interactions between glass?

One night when he passed your lab, you were slumped over the desk. Arms straight out lazily typing on they keys of your desktop, head resting on your arms. Could you read sideways? You eyes were barely open, they'd close slowly then snap open on full alert, with a few fast blinks to remind yourself that you were actually awake. Could you even focus on your work half asleep?

Then he caught it. The most adorable yawn. It was intrusive, caught up to you faster than anticipated and made your whole face scrunch up with adorable lines across the sides of your nose and eyes. It was accommodated by your arms lifting up over your head in a big, long stretch. Your back arched off the desk chair and arms extended upwards as long as they could go before you tucked some hair behind your ear and continued typing.

He knew right then and there that if such a simple, yet human act could melt away at his poor old heart, you would be worth a potentially awkward conversation to try and get to know you better.

You felt a pair of eyes looking at you and of course when you chose to investigate, the soldier was waiting for you to notice him with a softly fond look smeared across his face.

"Get some sleep" He mouthed to you, you read his lips loud and clear.

"I'm trying!" You agreed with the command.

Smile, wave, solute, gone.

That night instead of wrapping his brain around everyone around him, he used his walk home to allow the roots to dig deeper and the sapling to grow taller. He vowed to himself that tomorrow he would actually talk to you.

Then tomorrow came, he had worked himself up to actually step into your lab this time and formally introduced himself. Checking his hair in the mirror, standing a little taller, walking with a little pep in his step.

He walked down the hallway and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart and settle his fluttering tummy when he was interrupted by a phone call.

"Hey there, big guy. Got a minute or two to chat?" Natasha's voice filled his ear.

"Is it actually only going to be a minute or two?" He sighed.

"Oh, absolutely not" she laughed into the line.

"... fine. What's up?" He gave in.

There was always tomorrow.

And when tomorrow came, he made it as far as reaching for the smooth stainless steel handle on the big glass door. As his hand made contact, some sort of visual alarm had gone off and your head popped up and you stood on end as you listened to the alarm code.

Code blue, an agent in you care in cardiac arrest.

He watched you run off as fast as you could to save a life. Though a tiny and selfish part of him felt slightly disappointed over interrupted plans, a bigger part of him was proud to be peers with such incredible people.

Oh and the day after that? You looked the most exhausted he had ever seen you. The baby hairs at the front of your hairline no longer had any interest in staying in your ponytail, your lips couldn't control the sad pout and slight quiver, your eyes were drowsy and swollen, bravely fighting to hold back the tears.

He learned another thing about you that night, he could feel your compassion and empathy for your patients through the double glass panes.

When you waved without being able to muster up anything close to a smile, he saluted. Instead of waking home, he walked to the nearest coffee shop to get you a cup of warm comfort to wake you up. He knew better than to assume you'd be able to go home anytime soon. He also knew better than to subject you to an awkward conversation and a possibility uncomfortable outcome.

So, instead of taking the big leap tonight he decided on a nice stepping stone. Tucked inside of the sleeve on the coffee cup was his business card with his phone number, and on the back he wrote a note for you.

If you need some ears to listen ~Steve R

He left that cup on a little table outside the lab door for you to take on your own time since you were obviously busy and stressed. He wasn't expecting anything back, quite honestly he didn't even know if you would notice.

Before he even made it home, his phone chimed with a text from an unknown number.

'Thank you so much, needed that more than you'll ever know <3'

He hated how just a single text from you could make him smile from ear to ear. There wasn't even a few minute buffer he waited before texting back, he didn't even care if he seemed desperate or clingy.

'Anytime. Hope your night gets better :)'

The next day you seemed to be in better spirits as he made his nightly stop, however this time before he could even catch your attention from behind the glass, he felt a hand grabbing the back of his neck.

"Rogers, you're staying for dinner." Tony yanked him by the back of his neck.

"Okay but just wait a sec-" Steve pulled back away from his grasp.

"No ifs ands or buts, if you spend another night alone the whole team has decided to put you in a senior care facility to live out the rest of your life amongst people who are and act your age" Tony quipped.

"That's fine it's just that I'm trying to tal-"

"Eh eh eh, let's go. Get your voluptuous ass in the elevator with me right now, Grandpa." Tony shook his head and pointed at the elevator.

"Can I just-"

"Nope. All your fake plans are cancelled, they can be rescheduled another day."

He sighed in surrender. "Fine"

Before walking away with Stark, he took one last glance at you. Sweet little you who was laughing at the interaction happening in the hallway. And yet after all of that, you still managed to fit in a wave, and him a salute.

Steve had had it, he decided there would be no more hesitation going forward. Maybe tomorrow he would stop by to see you in his way in, or maybe on his lunch break.

But of course the universe laughed in his face when he was woken up at 4:30am on the dot for an emergency mission. He was suited up and headed out faster than he even remembered.

Two and a half weeks. Eighteen full days you waiting for the soldier to arrive home, and eighteen nights you continued glancing up into the hallway hoping you'd see him waiting to say goodnight.

You were a creature of habit and routine, and every passing day your routine was disrupted a sad sigh would escape your lips and a thoughts of hoping for the avenger's safety flooded your mind.

Night nineteen, waiting for him became your new routine. Glancing up every few minutes was a habit you couldn't beat. You never expected your reunion with Steve to be in the form of an intercom call from the agent receiving unit.

'Avengers arrived back in the compound, medical bay prepare rapid response team. Captain Steve Rogers incoming, trauma to the head.'

Your body filled with dread as you sucked in a big breath and sprung on your feet to prepare for him to arrive. The trauma nurses on your team were doing the exact same thing your were, scrubbing, sanitizing, preparing tools, a bed, and resources for any situation possibly headed their way.

You snapped on your gloves just as the gurney with your unspoken friend has been pushed though the door, and transferred onto the hospital bed.

The trauma response team immediately stepped on it while you assessed the situation. They started taking his vitals, charting his heart rate, blood pressure and oxygen levels. You jumped on the chance to manage his pain and comfort levels.

It was odd, he was staring right at you but it seemed as if his vision was going straight through you. You tried to get his eyes to follow your finger, and they did. You asked him his name, he said Steve. But when you asked him where he was, he had no idea. On a scale of one to ten he said his pain was at a nine, so you made the decision to sedate him.

You talked him through everything that was happening, what your team was doing to aid the bleeding gash on his forehead, how he would be receiving an MRI and a CT scan to check for damage and concussion, and how you were giving him a pretty dose of medicine that would make him super sleepy and take a nice long nap.

The chaos around him slipped away slowly but surely, it was confusing and left him feeling unsettled. But whenever he could muster the energy as he slipped under, he would open his eyes to look at your face as you cleaned his.

Your hands were bloody and you were concentrated with a concerned look on your face, but one thing he did remember was all those nights you stayed up caring for people in the same situation he was in. He knew he would be okay.

Hours later he woke up to your same face, but this time it was just you giving him care. You had something pressed between your hand and his forehead, your other hand holding the very corner of his jaw to keep his head steady.

"Oh, good morning" You spoke softly as his eyes opened slowly, your voice just now being fully processed in his mind. "I'm just cleaning out this cut one more time and changing the bandage. How do you feel? Any pain?"

"S'okay" Steve mumbled, still feeling super drowsy.

"If you're in pain you can tell me, no one too impress here. My job is to make you feel as comfortable as I can." You usually had to talk the Avengers off the ledge of their ego.

"No, really, I'm okay" He tried to force his eyes to stay open. "Already feel better."

"Good, you're looking better too. Already starting to heal nicely" You grinned, securing the bandage on his forehead.

"What happened?"

"I'm actually not too sure..." You explained. "But I do know that you're okay. You have a concussion, a black eye and a few stitches in your forehead, but you're already healing so I don't think I'll need to keep you in here for very long."

"This eye?" He raised his hand to point at his left eye.

"That's the one" You confirmed. "Did you know that because it hurts?" Instead of answering the question, he let his eyes close and let out a small puffed giggle. "I swear all you avengers love the pain."

"It doesn't hurt" He denied once again.

"Okay well, I numbed your forehead just in case so if you start to feel a little tingly, that's normal." You finished up and let go of his face. "You have an IV on the inside of your right elbow, you were really dehydrated when you got here so I've been pumping you full of liquids. You might be feeling a little puffy for a while but it'll go down."

"First time we formally meet and I'm concussed, stitched, and dehydrated." He smiled, trying to pry his eyes open once again.

"...well you're not dehydrated anymore. I fixed that" You shrugged.

"Right, now I'm puffy. Which doesn't seem any better" The twinge of embarrassment was apparent in his tone.

"Hey, I'm a doctor. I'm used to bruised and puffy. Plus I see you every day, I'm well aware of what you normally look like by now." You assured him. "Alrighty I'm all done here, Sam and Natasha are waiting out in the hallway for you so maybe they can tell you more about what happened. Are you feeling up to having visitors?"

"Yeah that's okay"

"Okay, I'll send them in. If you need anything, you have a button that calls for me, okay? Don't be shy"

"Thank you" he said politely before you grinned and left the room.

Of course the moment you stepped into the hall, Natasha was practically celebrating the fact that you two had finally had a face to face conversation. If you didn't know her better, you would've believed she was the one who beat him up so badly just to force the two of you to meet.

You checked up on him alongside your other patients a few times a day, he always had a room full of avengers. It warmed you heart to know he was so loved, you had patients who would be in you care for months with not a single visitor, yet even if he was dead asleep there was always someone by his side keeping him company.

For the three days that you had Steve in your care, he was nothing but pleasant. Never did anything to make your job harder, always did what you asked of him, never asked for anything, and was always super polite.

He healed incredibly fast, and he contributed that all to you. You, who was always bending the rules of modern medicine to accommodate the needs of his less than usual body to find what would work best for him.

You who kept him comfortable and pain free, kept him entertained by recommending movies for him to watch then stopping by to have a whole in depth discussion about the plot after he was done, made sure he was always warm by sneaking him a hot blanket from the blanket warmer every few hours, and still said goodnight to him every time before you headed home to get your own sleep.

The two of you had bonded so much that he was almost a little sad when you discharged him from the hospital. He knew he would miss the discussions over Jurassic Park movies, and lord knew he desperately wished he had a blanket warmer at home, but he knew he would fall right back into his anxious routine of being too scared to ever approach you in the office.

So after a long weekend of recovery in his own apartment, he was back to work and back to smiling at you though the glass.

For three whole nights, he would smile and salute then kick himself over and over and over again for being the biggest loser on this vast planet for not being brave enough to finally go through with asking you out.

But the universe was on his side Friday night when you walked by to say goodnight, and you happened to be turning off the lights and grabbing your bag. He watched you gasp in excitement before you held up a finger and told him to wait right there.

So he did, and not even a whole minute later you walked through the glass door with a big happy smile. "Guess who has zero patients and actually gets to leave work at a reasonable time?!"

"Hmmmmm? The nursing assistant?" He joked.

"Great guess" You laughed as the two of you started walking through the building together. "Got any big plans for the weekend?"

"Does cat sitting for Bucky count as a big plan?" Steve questioned.

"Sounds massive to me" You agreed. "How about tonight?"

"Tonight?" His heart rate spiked out of control.

"Yeah, tonight."

"I mean, my big plans were going home and watching Jurassic World..."

"I can't let you do that" You stopped walking mid step. "That franchise should've never existed."

"But didn't you tell me to watc-"

"I think that it's Friday night, and the both of us currently have no obligation to keep anyone alive so maybe we should go get ice cream and figure out some better movies for you to watch."

"I-" He started but nothing really came out. He couldn't believe that you really did the hard part for him, and now all that was left was to enjoy what was to come. "Okay, but no superhero movies." He agreed with a smile that stretched ear to ear.

"How to you feel about Star Wars?" You questioned, guiding him to your favorite ice cream shop.

The two of you got a treat, found a bench with a pretty view, and sat there in the cold for hours. Conversation was effortless, and playful to distract from the heavy weight of the jobs you both carried from 9-5.... well, more like 7-9.

You discovered he lives in the apartment building right across the street from yours, Brooklyn was smaller than it looked. The two of you bonded over creative outlets, music, books, and of course movies.

When it got just a little too cold and Steve caught a glimpse of the noticeable goosebumps across your arms, the two of you walked home together.

Your steps aligned perfectly as you took turns pointing out what you loved most about the walk home.

Steve loved the smell while passing the little corner bakery, you loved spotting your friend Jeff who always hung out near the corner bakery. Steve learned that you look out for him, slipping him money as often as you could, bringing him blankets and meals- and now Steve loved that he had a new friend to look out for too.

You loved the dance studio, glimpses of ballerinas through the window never failed to make you feel like a little girl full of amazement and wonder again.

Steve loved the stray cat 3 blocks down from your shared street. He named her Betsy.

"Okay, this might make me sound weird..." you prefaced.

"Oh you have a weird side?" Steve questioned with a teasing smirk.

"I love to make up stories about what I think is happening in the lives of all the people I see through the windows" You told him. "Like over there, in that window I've only ever seen a woman, but a few months ago I started seeing a guy her age walking around in there too. So, I made up a story. They met on Tinder, but they're embarrassed to tell people that so everyone who asks gets a different story of how they met."

"No way!" Steve laughed finally feeling a little less creepy knowing someone shared his weird habit. "I do the same thing."

"Really?!" She asked happily.

"Yes! Walking home is my favorite time of the day just because it's like a story getting updated in my head" he confirmed.

"Isn't it so much better than any movie?"

"So much better. It's amazing how much you can gather about people's lives by just being present in your surroundings" He grinned. "So many people have so many complex existences, it's important to me that I take that in as much as I can to keep me feeling grounded."

"It makes me feel less alone on this huge earth we live on" She agreed. "Sonder."

"Hmm?" He tilted his head at the last word as they stopped in front of her apartment building.

"Sonder, that's the word to describe what we chase every night" You taught him happily. "It's the profound feeling that strangers lives are just as important and complex as your own, and that they are constantly living despite your personal awareness of it."

"Huh" Steve took in your statement, feeling understood by you in a way he's never felt before. "I didn't even know that emotion had a name"

"Well now you have it, and I'm glad you don't think I'm weird" You nodded contently.

"106 years old and I'm still learning something new everyday" he thought out loud. "This is your stop?" He asked, looking up at the building.

"Yes it is, thanks for biting my last minute attempt to hang out tonight." Your cheeks blushed at the thought of him giving you his time.

"I forgot to ask, do you have any big plans this weekend?" He asked, blushing as the question left his tongue.

"No, none at all." You admitted.

"Would you like to make some?" Steve finally got the nerve to ask you out this time.

"How does sitting in sonder sound on Sunday?"

"Sounds like a big plan to me" He nodded. "10am?"

"10 am" You smiled.

"Great. See you then, goodnight." Steve started walking directly across the street to his apartment building.

"Oh and by the way, third floor and fourth window to the right in your building. A couple in their 30s, I think they just got married and she's 6 months pregnant." You told him your story.

"Oh yeah, Alice, Andy and their little boy on the way" Steve added to the details.

"His name is going to be Jackson"

"Only 3 more months until he's here" Steve made it too the door of the building. "Goodnight, Rogers" You smiled and waved.

"See you Sunday" He saluted.

Steve really did feel like he was fine all on his own, even though the team thought he was lonely. Maybe they thought that of you too. But now more than ever as he opened the bedroom window and took a final glance out into the city below him, every illuminated light reminded him of the new word you taught him, and he’s never felt less alone in his life.

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