𝐍𝐞𝐰 '𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝' [ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ]

𝐗𝐈

"Freaking Running"

A few months had gone by since the night between Jasmine and Steve. Things between them were great and as normal as ever. Except for the fact that they kissed a lot, and did all sorts of couple-like things without actually being a couple. With both of them being busy and ultimately shy about things, they never really spoke about what was going on with them. They just knew they liked what they had and it was good enough for them.

In the span of those few months, they had gotten closer if it was even possible. But as of late Jasmine had been assigned another mission, three weeks it had been.

Steve did what he could do to keep himself busy. Training, going on quick missions, more training, and learning more about the twentieth century so he can prove to Jazzy, Natasha, and Clint that he's getting better. One thing never changed for Steve though. His morning jog, or rather sprints, was a routine he never missed if he was in D.C.

"On your left." Steve sprints past another jogger.

"On your left."

The jogger mutters beside him as Steve passes him once more, "Uh-huh, on my left. Got it."

A short amount of time passes and once again comes Steve running at the fastest rate he can from behind the darker man, "Don't say it! Don't you say it!" He tries to pick up his pace.

"On your left!" Steve shouts once more.

"Come on!" The fellow runner shouts as he watches Steve dash right past him.

Wanting to get some rest from his jog, the darker man goes to sit down at the trunk of a tree in an attempt to catch his breath. Taking notice, Steve follows the man going on to spark a conversation with him.

"Need a medic?" The super soldier teased standing with his hands on his hips.

The stranger looks up, releasing a lugh, "I need a new set of lungs. Dude, you just ran like 13 miles in 30 minutes." He pointed out.

"I guess I got a late start." Steve shrugged as he looked around the park for a second.

"Oh, really?" The man sat against the tree scoffs, "You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take another lap." He retorts looking away for a split second. "Did you just take it? I assumed you just took it."

The blonde gentleman has a playful smirk at the remark, "What unit you with?" he questions notiving the man's crewneck.

"58, Pararescue. But now I'm working down at the VA." he explained before holding his hand out to introduce himself properly and a call for assistance, "Sam Wilson."

The blonde soldier takes it and helps him up, "Steve Rogers." He introduces.

"Yeah I kind of put that together." Sam deadpanned stating the obvious. "Must have freaked you out coming home after the whole defrosting thing."