Captain America x OC- Room

CAP x PLUIE
lol what am i doing with my life OTL
In which Pluie has a super major crush on Captain America and gets sent to fix his shield. With him watching.
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Falling. That's what most of the daydreams were about now. Falling. Sometimes from a building, hurtling towards cement faster than light, sometimes from the sky. Any way she fell, he was always there to catch her. How the super soldier did it, though, was a mystery to her.

This daydream consisted of New York, of the Empire State Building. She had been a tourist on top, snapping pictures with a fancy camera, when all of a sudden something caused her to fall of the edge of the...secure, totally closed off top of the building....Whatever. Her subconscious could deal with that later. She would scream, and flail like a madman, alsmost as if trying to fly. But she knew she was no bird, and she would hit the ground at any moment. All of a sudden, time would stop, and two strong arms would jump out underneath her, saving her from impending death. She would look up at the American hero, mask on and blue eyes shining, lean forward, and-

"Miss Parket."

A crisp voice snapped her out of her daydream. Pluie Parket jolted to attention, dropping her pencil on her desk and standing up.

"Fury, I-I thought you were dealing with....them," Pluie said, mentally drooling on the last word. That's right. The actual Avengers were in the same building as her. Well, not building, per se, but helicarrier. She was working as an unpaid intern, just to be somewhat close to a man who had met the man that she had a huge crush on.

"I am," Nick Fury barked, his loud voice reaching the other side of the room. Lucky for Pluie's pride, it was just them in there. Pluie was stuck in her own little section, i.e., the coffee pot area. She had a desk, a lamp, and a kitchenette on the other side of the room. People were constantly coming in and out, and the few people who actually acknowledged her existence usually just smirked, grabbed their joe, and left.

"But. I have a task for you," the one-eyes man half yelled again. Pluie winced at the volume. "Can you go into the A wing and find Captain Rogers? Tell him-"

"HOLD ON," Pluie yelled. The trains known as her thoughts derailed almost immediately. "You want me to go talk to Captain Rogers?"

Fury smirked. He'd seen all the papers with 'Mrs. Captain America' and 'Steve Rogers can be my hero any day' doodle on them around the area. He just wanted to torture the teen even more. Maybe even cheer up Captain Rogers.

"Yes, he's in-'

"A wing, in room 7, usually, I know!" Pluie burst with excitement, shrugging off her black jacket to reveal the standard SHIELD uniform. It was a dark navy in colour, with black accents. She didn't really fill it out, though, even for a nineteen year old female. "Thank you so much, Colonel Fury!"

Pluie speedwalked toward the door, but Fury put a hand on her should. "He needs someone to fix up his shield. I figured you would be the right woman for the job."

The older teen gulped, but the rare smile stayed on her face. "I guess I can try..."

And with that, Pluie Parket was on her way to Captain America's, AKA Steve Rogers dwelling.

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She knocked on the door, although there was really no need to. There was a solitary glass pane, and the door slid open automatically.

"H-hello? Captain Rogers?" Pluie managed to squeak. "Are you here?" She entered the room, glancing around. It was fairly bare, with a bed, a table, and a few belongings of Captain America laying around. On the table, his shield sat dead centre, scuffed and cracked beyond belief.

A welding torch and mask sat beside it, a cloth draped over top, presumeably to clean it. Pluie tiptoed towards the table, thrilled at just breathing the same air as the Captain. She stood before the table, seeing the shield in all it's glory. Pure beauty, in her eyes. Even in it's current condition.