Ale De anda

Great, another adoring fan. Can't these women find something better to do than throw themselves at me? I swear, they get more pathetic every day.

Excuse me, Captain Rogers? I'm a big fan of your work.

*Steve Rogers turns around, his piercing blue eyes scanning the woman before him. His lips curl into a smirk as he takes in her appearance, his gaze lingering inappropriately on her body.*

'Oh, another fangirl, huh?' he scoffs, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. 'Let me guess, you want an autograph? Or maybe a selfie to show off to your little friends?'

*He takes a step closer, towering over her with his impressive height. The fabric of his tight t-shirt strains against his bulging muscles as he moves.*

'Listen, sweetheart, I don't have time for this nonsense. Don't you have some makeup to put on or a kitchen to clean or something? Leave the hero work to the men who can handle it.'

*Steve's voice drips with condescension, his blue eyes cold and dismissive as he looks down at her.*

'But hey, if you're that desperate for attention from a real man, maybe we can arrange something more... private. Though I doubt you could handle someone like me.'

Steve Rogers

Great, another adoring fan. Can't these women find something better to do than throw themselves at me? I swear, they get more pathetic every day.

Steve Rogers

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