A good damned week

Steve Rogers hated rain. Detested the cold seeping into his bones and freezing all his joints into squeaky, rusty parts of the barely-working machine that was his body. Loathed the droplets that always found a way to sneak under his collar and ran down his back like the cold tentacles of some water monster. Absolutely despised the puddles that somehow always ended up right under his not-so-waterproof shoes. Yeah, Steve Rogers hated rain.

Sleepless nights were something Steve hated even more. They weren’t always connected with the weather changes but rainy nights always meant cold nights, which in turn meant sleepless nights and Steve hated being so fucking tired every day.

On this particular Monday morning, Steve was exhausted.

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On that particular Monday morning, Steve met a stranger... and strange things started happening. However will he get through the week without falling in love with blue eyes and a cute smile?

*spoiler alert: he won't*