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Steve Rogers finally had some downtime and wanted to read a good book. However, he couldn't find one in Stark's collection. He wanted something older and story-based. So, he asked Jarvis if there was a bookstore nearby that held older books. The AI immediately replied cheerfully, "Lily's Bookstore is two blocks away, and holds many old books. Would you like directions?"
"I would. Thank you, Jarvis."
"Anytime, Captain Rogers," Jarvis replied, politely.
It seemed like it was a nice day out. So, Steve decided to walk. However, not even three minutes into his walk, it started to rain. It wasn't that heavy, so Steve kept walking. After he passed the first block, it was downpouring. Yet, he kept walking.
By the time Steve walked through the Bookstore's doors, he was soaked. He pretended not to care and looked around the bookstore. It was really homey. He saw a huge fireplace, two-story high bookshelves, plenty of soft leather chairs, and a simple counter. Then, he heard a horrified gasp from behind him. He whipped his head around, ready for danger.
Steve stopped short when he saw the most beautiful person he's ever seen. Steve has seen lots of very pretty people, but the gorgeous man in front of him... Well, he took the cake. He was short, probably around 5'3" and lean, yet also very muscular. He had high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. His hair was raven-black, wavy, and reached his mid-back. However, his eyes were obviously his best feature. They were a toxic-green color and almond-shaped. Even the old, oversized sweater he was wearing only added to his beauty. The man spoke with an exquisite mix of a Scottish and British accent. He shouted with worry, "Merlin! You're soaked! You'll get a cold!"
"It's alright. I'll be fine," Steve tried to reassure the very attractive man.
However, the man wasn't having it. He shook his head and gently led Steve to a chair near the fireplace. He then quickly made some fire, gave Steve a wool blanket, and left to make some hot chocolate. Steve sat there in a very nice leather chair for about three minutes, just thinking. Until the enchanting man was in front of him, holding two amazing-smelling hot chocolates. Steve, ever the gentleman, immediately said his thanks to the beautiful man. Said beauty, just smiled and said politely yet with a hint of worry, "I just did what any decent person should."
"Well then, what's this decent person's name?" Steve said.
The man laughed, and Steve melted. Then, the gorgeous man said cheerfully, "Harry Potter-Black. What's your name, sir?"
"Steve Rogers, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter-Black."
"Please, call me Harry."
"Okay, Harry. You may call me Steve."
"So, what book did you come here for?"
"Honestly, I don't have a specific book in mind. I just know that I want an older, story, and a war book. Do you have something like that?"
"I'm sure I do, somewhere," Harry replied nervously.
So, Harry and Steve spent an hour chatting and looking for a good book.