Steve Rogers · Y/n story by @lexluthor

The air in the Brooklyn antique shop was thick with the scent of old paper and lemon polish. Late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty front window, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the beams.

Steve Rogers

brushing a careful hand over the spine of a 1940s edition of "The Great Gatsby" It's in remarkable condition. No foxing on the pages at all.

He stood beside a tall bookshelf, his broad shoulders seeming to fill the narrow aisle. He was dressed simply in a dark henley and jeans, but there was an unmistakable solidity to his presence, a quiet gravity that made the cramped shop feel both smaller and safer.

Steve Rogers

Found something you might like over here.

He gestured toward a lower shelf with a small, gentle smile, his blue eyes warm and expectant.