How We Met || Chapter 1 || a Steve x Reader

Today is the day. The day you're getting married to the one and only Steve Rogers. To be (Name) Rogers would be the greatest thing to ever happen, and you couldn't believe how starting off working at S.H.E.I.L.D. was how this all started.

~Two Years Back~

"Alright. I've chosen this housekeeping staff very particularly for the heros we have coming in. It is your job to clean and cook for these honorary guests. It is not your job to get to know and distract them. You do not need to know their favorite color, only if they're allergic to peanuts, shellfish, or carrots. These are a hardworking, busy bunch of extraordinary people, and I expect the best from you." The Housekeeping Director was extremely strict, never allowing the small team to have more than a 10 minute break each day. They barely had time to even sleep.

You were a part of this team. It wasn't like you wanted to clean up after a bunch of snobbish, bossy superheroes. It was more like you had to. Money was scarce these days, and working for S.H.E.I.L.D. - even if just as a housekeeper - raked in a buttload of it. The job was admitably  tiring, and sometimes it was all you could do to keep your eyes open.

It was one day when you were cleaning up the room of Mr. Rogers - not that there was much to do - that the bed seemed to look amazingly inviting.

'Maybe if I just... Only for a minute... Mr. Rogers is rarely in here anyways...' As the thoughts entered your mind, you stepped closer and closer to the large bed. 'I could make it up clean and nice just like it is now. No one would ever know. Why does one man need a king's sized bed anyways?' The next thing you knew, you had climbed into the bed and sleep was soon overtaking you.

'Wake up!' said a sharp voice in your mind. Your eyes opened slowly, expecting to see the strict face of the Director, but no one was there. You smiled comfortably in the pillows. That smile was wiped clean off your face at the sound of rustling in the room. You bolted up to see the one and only Mr. Rogers going through his drawers. Your own subconscious woke you up from the sounds of an intruder.

You were frozen to your spot in the middle of the bed, staring wide-eyed at the man before you. He turned around and smiled, "Good morning."

Regaining your awareness, you practically flew up out of the bed, fixing your uniform and looking down at your hands in embarrassment. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Rogers. I guess I've been feeling pretty tired lately and... It will never happen again."

He didn't look angry as he walked towards you, he actually looked worried for you. "Don't worry about it. Really. How much sleep have you gotten lately?"

"Um... Maybe a maximum of 5 hours a night. I don't really know..." You looked up at him again. "Please don't tell anyone. I promise it won't happen again, Mr. Rogers."

"You don't have to call me Mr. Rogers you know. My name is Steve." he guided you back down to sitting on the bed beside him. "You clearly don't get enough sleep. You could get sick that way. Look, you can come in here any time and sleep, okay? I won't tell anyone. I promise."

You blushed, looking down at your hands again. "Thank you, Mr. R- Steve." You never planned on using the bed again, but it was nice to know that someone cared on this ship. Standing back up caused him to stand up as well, and you began to straighten the bed back up. "I'll just finish up an get going then..."