My reward for writing my own fiction lately has been dabbling in the fan fiction realm. This time, it’s Captain Steve Rogers. Now, I wasn’t a huge fan of Captain America, not at all. He’s too perfect, too good, too righteous for my blood. But then I had a dream about him that changed my perspective entirely. So I decided to write down how I saw Cap in my dream.
Here’s the first part. I’ll be posting the rest on my AO3 account once it’s finished. (That’s An Archive of Our Own, by the way. Linked to my other fan fics.)
I hope you enjoy.
This job was supposed to be secure and uncomplicated. That was until I received my new assignment. To his unit. I’d heard rumors about Captain Rogers. The tales of glory, honor, blah blah blah, and so on and so forth.
Then I caught my first glimpse of the paragon of patriotism. The breadth of his shoulders, the narrow taper of his hips, and the commanding presence when he entered a room spoke of the power he wielded. Even the fucking part of his hair dared not defy him. He couldn’t be real. There was no way in hell one man could be that fucking perfect. It made me want to vomit.
Then he met my gaze and tipped his head in salutation. “Ma’am.”
Well, goddamn me to hell. “Captain Rogers,” I replied with a soft smile. To be honest, I wanted two things at that moment.
I wanted to slap that self-confident, purely professional expression right off his face, and I wanted to muss his hair, push him to his knees, and make him beg. I wanted to see icy captain crack. What the hell are you thinking? I shook my head to clear the wicked thoughts raging there. Evidently I hadn’t purged enough frustration in my morning workout.
Everyone knew the stories of his heroic deeds and selfless actions, but there were also tales of his personal life. His lack of interest in anyone or anything outside of the job. There had been rumors about his time in the service during the world war when he’d had his sights set on Peggy Carter. Time had other plans for Captain Rogers it seemed.
The pain of such a loss struck me. I couldn’t imagine losing something before it had a chance to begin.
I watched as Captain Rogers took some papers from his secretary and disappeared into his office. He sat behind the desk and flipped absently through the files. Snapping myself back to reality, I focused my attention on the forms in front of me.
They hadn’t cleared a desk for me, so I worked at a round table in the common area of the office. It gave me a chance to absently observe the interactions of my fellow co-workers. Many of them were courteous and accommodating. A few kept to themselves, including the captain. I noticed a lovely red headed woman enter the building earlier and shut herself and the captain in his office. Natasha Romanov. No one could mistake her for anyone else, if they knew who they were looking at in the first place.
I redirected my attention when the door opened and she exited his office. Her gaze lighted on me and a smile crossed her lips.
“You’re new here. I’m Nata…”
“Natasha Romanov.” I returned the smile. “I’d be a fool not to recognize you.”
Her eyes sparkled with something other than kindness and understanding. I began to worry. No one messed with the Black Widow.
“Julia, you’re going to fit in well here.” She leaned close, a red curl framing her face. “Keep an eye on Steve for me, will you?” Her cryptic request hung in the air between us as she turned to leave.
I hope to finish this fic soon. Hope you enjoyed the teaser. I’ll let you all know when it’s posted in its entirety.