brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

five.

anastasia presley james
chapter five
feb. 10, 2013

i'm supposed to go training again with sam today. for the past week, it's been natasha and i. for some reason steve seems to be avoiding me, and who else is better to try to get the dirt on steve from than sam. 

i look at my clock on the window. 5:40. i let out a groan, i'm going to be late. i'm in a teeshirt and some spandex. i hear the coffee machine running, and say a mental thank you to serena. 

i grab a sports bra and throw off the teeshirt that's probably ten years old. i slide the sports bra over my head and struggle a little to put it on. once it's on, i walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth. 

i grab my green toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste out of the drawer before putting toothpaste on my toothbrush. i run the water for no longer than ten seconds, putting my toothbrush under. i start to brush my teeth before i look up and into the mirror.

ew, i look disgusting.

my eyelashes were crooked and my eyebrows were a bushy mess. my hair was far from its usually containment, it was in its natural state. you don't have time. i ran the faucet before i spit out the toothpaste and then i rinsed my mouth. i grabbed a hair tie from the counter and made my way into my closet.

where are my stupid running shoes?

i had been doing a different type of training with natasha so i was using a different kind of shoe but now that i require my basic running shoes, i can't find them.

anastasia, you don't own running shoes.

crap. you're right, i was supposed to buy some yesterday after the hike with nat but i was too tired.

i shut my eyes hard before rubbing my forehead with my fingers. i can feel myself becoming stressed. i look at the window again, the dark mode is still on so rigo is still asleep on the couch but i see that ten minutes had passed. 

i ran back into the corridor and into my closet and grabbed a pair of white sneakers. not to run in but just so i don't look as unprepared as i really am. i'll make a quick stop at a department store on the way over, hopefully one is open. i grabbed a black athletic zip up and put it on, i zipped it up three quarters of the way up and made my way back into the kitchen.

i grabbed the cup of coffee from under the coffee maker and poured it into a recyclable coffee cup, placed the lid on top and bid an emotional goodbye to my cat after collecting the rest of my things.

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"yo, it's 6:12, man. you were supposed to be here at 6!" sam yells from across the courtyard, i bite back and give him an apologetic look, as a jog over to him.

he's sitting on some stairs, but we're surrounded by trees and greenery. i place my water bottle next to him and my backpack. i turned around and looked at our surroundings to fully take in the scenery.

seriously, a park. we really could have just gone to central park.

"it's fine but," he paused and looked at my feet,"you can't run in those. girl, what are you trying to do? begging for an injury is what i'm seeing."

i rolled my eyes and then sat down a step lower than his. i pulled my back onto my lap and pulled out a shoe box. i looked back at sam and he put his hands up in defense and i chuckled. i opened the box, revealing a brand new pair of running shoes. i slide off my sneakers and trade the running shoes place in the shoebox for my old sneakers.

"alright, so now that i have the whole thing done. we're going to stretch and then run?" i asked sam, he grabbed my belongings and handed them to me.