A Funny Thing Happened During The Battle of New York

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Note to self: The Super Soldier Serum DOES NOT make you immune to getting nauseous on a roller coaster.

I felt felt awful to be honest. I had practically dragged the man onto the Cyclone with me. I could tell he had been a bit nervous, but I thought...he rides in a QUINJET and jumps OUT of airplanes while saving the world for a living. A quick ride on a roller coaster should be easy-peasy.

I was wrong.

Very wrong.

Steve Rogers puked up all 3 hot dogs AND the bag of cotton candy he had consumed as we made our way through the theme park.

And he did it in the trash can located directly next to the end of the track of the aforementioned thrill ride.

He puked so hard his sun glasses (seriously Steven, a baseball cap and sunglasses for a disguise? Who are you fooling?) fell off into the trash can along with the lunch.

I promised him I'd buy him a new pair.

"You gonna be ok big guy?" I asked as we finally left the exit lane and walked out into the crowd bustling about the park. Steve stopped at the water fountains right at the end of the line and rinsed his mouth quickly and efficiently.

I'll make it clear here that I did not waste a second of the time that his comically large frame was bent over a low to the ground water dispenser, by people watching.

My eyes were glued to his jean wrapped glutes, and I am not ashamed to admit that none of my thoughts during those precious sixty seconds would get me into heaven.

"Yea," Steve said clearing his throat, "I'm sorry about that."

"No biggy! It happens." I replied trying my best to hold back my laughter at his still queasy look.

"If I had a nickel for every-time it happened to me, I'd have ten cents."

"Really?" I gasped, motioning for him to follow me towards the nearest vending machine.

"Yea really," Steve laughed as I fed a dollar in and punched in the code. "My pal Bucky and I used to come here all the time as kids. We'd scrounge up every spare bit of change we could in the summertime and come to Coney Island. The one time he convinced me to ride that roller coaster I yakked just like today."

"Why didn't you say something?!" I asked as I swiftly unwrapped the small package of gum that was dispensed from the machine. Pulling out a stick, I handed it to Steve who gave me a thankful look and popped the chewing gum into his mouth.

"Seriously," I continued as he chewed, "If I had known you get queasy on thrill rides I wouldn't have made you go!" I insisted while pocketing the rest of the pack of gum.

Steve eyes fell to his shoes before placing his hands in his pockets, "You said it was your favorite."

SWOON.

Butterflies? Let me introduce you to your new home, my stomach.

"Well.....which one's your favorite?" I asked looking into his blue eyes and grinning.

Steve glanced around the busy park and his gaze landed on the towering circle of metal.

"I've always been partial to the Ferris Wheel."

"A classic for a classic," I chuckled.

"Hey!" Steve snapped but I silenced him by grabbing his hand and lacing our fingers.

"Come on old man," I giggled, tugging on his arm gently.

The line for the Ferris Wheel wasn't long, and quicker than I thought, Steve and I were squeezed into the bucket chair and being slowly lifted up into the air.