Heavenly Dream | Steve Rogers x Reader |

The shops were dressed to the nines in Christmas gear, the lights in most of them turned off by this point. It was rather late, and not only would it run up the electric bill, but it would make the shop more susceptible to robbery. There were a few places, namely bars, that were still open, but even they had at least one Christmas decoration to show.

Steve quite liked this time of the year. Sure, he was poor ever since he was born, but the gifts didn’t matter. It was always about family, with him, and up until three years ago, family was unfortunately limited to just Bucky, due to his mother’s passing. But there was a new light in his eye, so to speak, and he couldn’t wait to get right home and smooch his girl under the mistletoe that they didn’t even have.

“Come on man, hurry up!”

Steve perked up. There was no way in hell he was gonna be able to get through his walk home from work without a scuffle.

“It’s heavy! You could help, yanno!”

“Yeah, but then who’s gonna keep watch?”

“I see your point.”

“Idiot.”

Steve turned his head, the harsh wind blowing his blond hair back a bit. The men were in a dimly lit ally, looting a toy store of all places through the back entry. The one currently stealing was struggling with a large train set that Steve was sure some little boy or girl was going to miss out on dearly, because toy trains were all the rage this year.

“Hey!” Steve shouted, stomping over to the robbers. “What gives you the right to steal?”

“What gives you the right to stop us? Keep steppin’, Stick.”

“I’m an upstanding American citizen stopping two thieves. I’d say that in itself gives me all the power in the world compared to a couple of scumbags.”

“Scumbags? Oh, I’ll show you a scumbag.” The watchman lurched forward at Steve, serving him a hearty knee to the gut and leaving the blond breathless. That didn’t stop him (mentally) of course, because he stood up as straight as he could with his fists raised.

And, as usual, the beatdown was tough, though quick, and the robbers got away. Steve, sporting a new bruise in the making on his face, sat up against the brick wall and took deep breaths. Damn this sickly body of his…

“You know, I’m getting have to start recruiting more people to the Steve-Watch.”

The blond man looked up, and there was the light of his life. “(Name), the robbers-“

“Bucky’s givin’ ‘em what for.” She knelt down, wrapping her coat around herself just a bit tighter. It was freezing outside. Steve was busy trying to figure out how that upturned sailor hat managed to stay on her head just right, considering all of the wind that was blowing. “Looks like they got you pretty good, jitterbug.”

“I had ‘em on the ropes.” Steve joked lightly, managing to curve the side of his mouth. (Name) pulled out a handkerchief from her coat, gently dabbing the blood from Steve’s mouth.

“Let’s get you home and out of the cold. Bucky will take care of the stolen items and take the two men to the police station.”

(Name) gently helped her love up off the ground, snaking her arm around his skinny, bruised up torso. She’d have to ice the wounds, she could tell already. Steve placed one thin arm around her shoulders and walked with the dame he was lucky enough to snag. He remembered that day as if it was yesterday. She’d been a waitress at what became his favorite diner, and the moment he saw her, it was as if heaven’s holy light was raining down on her. She was absolutely perfect then, and even now Steve could honestly say he felt the exact same way.

“G’night, pal!” Steve yelled. Bucky was across the street, handling the larger of the two robbers, the watchman already unconscious. The man grinned and spared Steve a look.

“Don’t think you’re gettin’ out of a tongue lashing, boy!”

Steve laughed and waved his friend off as he continued to walk home. “There’s gotta be a better name for that.”

The dame snickered lightly. “If there was, would you stop getting in trouble?”

Steve looked down at his girl, and he would swear on his life that the dim streetlights bathing (Name) were just as bright as the Holy Lights from up above. His lips stretched into another grin, busting open the light cut that had stopped bleeding. Gently he took the handkerchief and dabbed at his own mouth this time.

“Not likely.”

“A girl can dream, huh?”

Steve swept a gentle, blood-free kiss to her temple. “Maybe, but what is a man to do when his girl is a dream?”