"Hey, neighbour." Steve smiled as he spotted you walking up the stairs to your apartment. "Hi, neighbour!" You replied, mimicking his expressions.

To the public eye, Steve Rogers was a hero. The symbol of freedom, peace, and righteousness. But to you, he was your friendly neighbour. Sure, he was still Captain America in your eyes–but he was so much more than his titles.

Steve and you had been neighbours for 3 years, you moved in right next door to him. Ever since you moved in, the two of you grew closer.

Whenever he was not playing the role of a hero, he was around in your apartment room, doing whatever he wanted; watching movies, helping you cook, and just... Being himself.

He didn't have to put his guard up in front of you. That felt like a breath of fresh air for him. In a world full of chaos and havoc, he found serenity being around you. Just Steve Rogers, a man from Brooklyn, pining for his neighbour. Not Captain America that people saw on the news.

"Had dinner yet?" Steve asked you, knowing well you just got back from work and you hadn't eaten dinner.