~Your POV~

You smiled as you finally had arrived at your house. You quickly hopped out the car and helped the blindfolded Steve out the car. Steve sneezed a couple of times as you walked through your front yard, which was full of flowers.

"Aw, I'm sorry." You put a tissue in his hand as you walked through the front door. He laughed and shook his head.

"It's okay." He began reaching out for your hand. You had forgotten he was still blindfolded and rushed back to his side.

“There are stairs. I’m going to lead you down step by step, okay?” You warned him and took his hand.

“Okay.” Steve nodded and his grip tightened on your small hands. You guided him down the stairs to your basement and turned on the lights.

“It smells like,” Steve inhaled deeply, “Cinnamon and Pine Trees. Just like… home.” You took that opportunity to take the blindfold off.

~Steve’s POV~

“Cinnamon and Pine Trees. Just like… home.” I smiled at the thought of my old home and then was blinded by bright lights. (y/n) had taken off the blindfold. The first thing I saw was a pre-serum picture of Peggy, Howard and I. I looked back at (y/n) as she nervously bit her lip. I turned back to the picture and looked around. Each wall was littered with pictures of my friends and I. There were tiny objects laying on tables, most of them were old toys from when I grew up or things that I used in the war.

~Your POV~

Steve kept looking back at you and then returned his attention back to the different tables. He had stopped at the table with stuff from when he first joined the Army. He gingerly picked up his uniform and you began to hear sniffles. You winced at the sound and started to feel disappointed.

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~Steve’s POV~

I picked up the uniform from when I first joined the Army and tears began to roll down my cheeks. Suddenly I felt the pang of disappointment and I set the uniform back in its previous spot. I walked over to (y/n).

“Thank you.” I took her hands.

“What?” Confusing was written all over her face.

“I said, thank you.”

“You don’t hate it?”

“Not at all. I don’t know where or how you managed to get your hands on all of this. This means so much to me.” She stretched her hands up to my face and wiped my tears.

“Tony was right.” I chuckled as she led me back up the stairs and into her living room.

“Right about what exactly?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re quite the Captain America fan.”

“Blame my grandfather. He used to go on and on about how amazing the great Captain America was,” She held her arms up, impersonating Howard, “Everyone else in my family thought he was crazy when he said that you could still be alive.” She concluded. We walked out the front door of her house and I led her to the car. I blindfolded her before she got in the car and helped her in the car.

“Tell me more,” I said once we were both in the car.

“Tell you more about what exactly?” She turned her head towards the sound of my voice.

“Tell me what you know about me.” I was curious to learn how she viewed me. I wanted to know everything. She let out a soft giggle before she started speaking.

“Well. Steven Rogers. I was still an intern at S.H.I.E.L.D when the pulled you out of the ice. As a matter of fact, I was Phil's intern. Everybody was freaking out. They were trying to find a way to thaw you. They even called in Tony. He stressed himself out trying to find a way to thaw your body.” She let out a sneeze.

“How did they do it?” I asked

“They didn’t. I did.” (y/n)’s face contorted.

“You did what now?”

“I know it doesn’t seem like it. Nobody would give me a chance because I was an intern, but my uncle and Phil asked me how. It was simple really. Everyone was trying to literally warm you up, which was killing you in the process. All they had to do was inject nitrogen into your body, which would keep your body cold as if you were still in ice, and they melted the ice. I was never there to see it actually happen, though.” She sighed.

“My soulmate is a genius.” I placed my hand on her knee.

“Don’t be a doofus.” She laughed.