A/N: In this story, Sam has been part of the Avengers for a while.
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2014 ✾━━━━━━━━✾━━━━━━━━✾
After Steve had spent nearly 70 years in the ice and after Loki, along with the Chitauri, nearly destroyed New York, Steve had the last year and a half to catch up.
His team colleagues didn't miss a chance to introduce him to the 'new' world.
So he had to regularly watch classic movies in the integrated cinema at headquarters, no matter if they were good or bad. Tony always said 'it's about the experience. You have to see the bad ones so you can appreciate the good ones.'
Also today Sam had kidnapped his now good friend to update him a bit. They were in town together and Sam had taken him on a culinary tour of New York City.
Living the same philosophy as Tony, Steve had to taste the disgusting corndogs in the middle of Hells Kitchen in addition to the delicious HotDogs on 5th Ave.
With their bellies stuffed to the max and a feeling of nausea, they were just getting on the highway to head back to headquarters.
It would only take a few more minutes until they would arrive at the compound and afterward they would throw themselves fully on the couch and zap through the boring and monotonous TV program.
Sam was selecting a new song on his phone, which was connected via Bluetooth to the radio in the car when they heard a thudding noise on the roof of their car.
"Did something just land on our roof?" asked Sam as he looked up over the steering wheel through the windshield.
But before they could theorize, they also heard bullets from a firearm making their way through the tin roof and into the interior of the vehicle.
"Step on it Sam!"' shouted Steve.
"What do you think I'm doing mister icicle?"
Sam accelerated the car and fought his way in serpentine lines through the cars in front of him. As Steve looked through the rear window, he could see the cars behind them come to an abrupt stop and people fleeing from their vehicles across the highway.
With a flourish, Sam put on the brakes. The car's tires squealed, smoke rose and the smell of burnt rubber spread.
They heard another rumble on their roof before it knocked the perpetrator of all this off the roof and onto the road.
He rolled over a few times before a hand that seemed to be made of metal dug into the hot asphalt.
As the monster of a man continued to slither on his knees, tearing up the ground beneath him with his fingers, Sam and Steve stared in disbelief for a few moments at what was happening before their eyes.
