WordsbySJ
Steve Rogers never expected The Midnight Blue Modal - the old‑school Brooklyn bar he runs with James Barnes - to become the place where his life quietly shifts. With dim lights, worn leather booths, and jazz drifting through the room each night, it's a refuge for anyone who needs a moment to breathe.
That's exactly what Natasha Romanoff seems to be doing.
She walks in every day, always choosing the same booth, always ordering the same drink, always carrying a quiet weight she never explains. Her job isn't dangerous, but it's complicated, and Steve can see it in the way she softens only when she's here.
What starts as small talk turns into something gentler - a warmth he feels in her lingering smiles, in the way she listens, in the way she lets her guard down only in this room, only with him.
He doesn't know what she does. She doesn't tell him.
But the more she shows up, the more he realizes the truth he never meant to face:
The most dangerous thing he's ever done has nothing to do with the bar or the past he's trying to outrun.
It's giving his heart to her - and hoping she'll want to keep it.