Marvel One Shots

Steve x Clara part 1/3

Running. That's all I really knew how to do these days. I run from my problems, responsibilities, commitments, you name it. But right now, I'm just running for the hell of it. My cousin Sam was supposed to be joining me this morning for a jog around the capital but he bailed last minute due to bird flu. (Pun intended). I give small smiles to the elderly and whoever I pass as they probably head to their jobs. Of course only a few smile back, does anyone know what the word polite means anymore? Guess not

I tied my sandy blonde hair up in a lose ponytail as I stepped aside to fix my black Nikes. I really shouldn't have worn my two toned red athletic long sleeve running shirt but it had holes in the sleeves for my thumbs! I couldn't get over that. But at least I wore my thinner black workout capris. Kind of balances it out. I sigh after tying my shoe and jogging back onto the path. I hum an old tune for a little bit as I jogged

"On your left." I hear a voice coming up behind me, almost making me flinch with how sudden it was. Then, a tall, broad shouldered man zoomed by me. He wore a very light blue/grey shirt that was 2 sizes small for his body, navy blue joggers with pockets down the legs and black Nikes. His short blonde hair blew in the breeze as he ran. Had a nice ass too

I watched him disappear within seconds and continued my jog without a care in the world. A few minutes passed by, maybe 5 or 7, before I heard the patter of footsteps behind me again at a fast pace. Jeez, how many people are out this morning? And am I that out of shape that 2 people pass me?

"On your left." I hear the same voice from earlier. What?! Either he has a short route or he's the new Usain Bolt. I look over my shoulder as the man approaches me once more. He had zero expression on his face, his baby blue eyes were focused strictly on the path in front of him and there wasn't a single hint of sweat on him. His face was even better than his butt. He zooms by me again without another word. I watch him disappear again and sigh

He looks oddly familiar. Where have I seen him before? School? No. At one of my previous jobs? No that can't be. Damn this is irritating. I sigh again and focus on my pace for a while. Once again, I hear sneakers slam against the pavement behind me and look over my shoulder to see, shocker, the blonde man running at me. I haul ass at this point, no way am I letting him pass me a third time within 15 minutes

"Don't you do it!" I yell as I hear him quickly approaching. I groan inwardly as he catches up to me in seconds

"On your left." I hear a hint of a smile in his voice as he zooms past me. I slow my pace till I'm stopped in my tracks and practically wheeze as I've never ran that fast in my life

"Clara girl, you gotta run more.." I speak to myself before walking off the sidewalk and onto the nearest bench. I lean back and enjoy the early morning sunlight on my pale skin. But seriously, where have I seen that man before? Knowing him, he'll come running around that corner any minute and I can get a better view of him. Sure enough, within 5 minutes he rounded the corner. But this time he slowed down until he reached where I was. I stared at him the entire time, looking him from head to toe

"You training for something?" I ask as he nears me. Damn he has a nice face. And a body to match it

"No. Just like running." He states. I smirk more to myself than at him

"You call that 'just running'?" I joke. He's the one to smirk this time, but it was aimed at me. "I'm afraid to ask what I was doing then if you were running." I chuckle, he joins in a tad awkwardly

"What brings you out this early ma'am?" He asks

"I was supposed to meet up with my cousin Sam, but he bailed last minute." I shrug. The man nods and puts his hands on his hips. Then it clicks with me. He's a military man. "Feels weird being back doesn't it? It's the beds right?" I ask. I only know how to spot a man in the service because of Sam. All the physical signs are there

"They're too soft, feels like a marshmallow. How'd you know?" He asks. I shrug

"Sam was, or still kind of is, the same way." I state looking at him. He nods slightly. "You look very familiar, what's your name soldier?" I ask, very interested in him. He smirks and extends his hand for me to shake

"Steve Rogers ma'am." He's so gentlemanly, I love it. I take his hand, surprisingly he has a gentle grip. Probably doesn't want to crush me. I bet he could punch through a watermelon and walk away with no scars or bruises

"Clara. Clara Wilson." I smile at him. Steve Rogers. I've heard that before. But where? This is going to drive me crazy. He smiles back at me. "When did you join?" I ask, again just making conversation. He's hesitant on this reply though

"About 1942." He looks away as the gears start spinning in my head. 1942?! But he's no older than 27!

Then it clicks

"Captain America.." I half whisper. He sighs and looks back at me, giving me a small nod. "Oh my god, it's such a pleasure to meet you sir!" I hold in my inner fangirl. I've always dreamed of meeting the legend himself. I didn't recognize him without the signature helmet on. Sam would piss himself if he was here

"The pleasure is all mine." He sits next to me on the bench. I'm so starstruck I can't even form words. Captain freaking America is talking to me, sitting next to me!

"I'm sorry to stare Captain but, wow. I have so many questions and, and so many things I want to know about you. You're a hero! A legend!" I ramble off more than I should. He chuckles and looks from his shoes to me

"I'd love to answer anything you have for me. Maybe over dinner?" He asks shyly. I feel heat rise to my cheeks and my jaw almost hits the floor. He chuckles again before looking back at his shoes, "sorry.." He starts. I reach a hand out to touch his arm but stop short of him

"No! I'd like that a lot actually. My place? Say, 6:30?" I ask. He looks back up at me, his eyes practically beam with joy and I can't help but to smile. We exchange numbers, I wonder how he feels about all this new technology, and I give him my address. Suddenly his phone beeps at him and he looks to the sidewalk near us. A black car rolls up and a woman rolls down the passenger window

"Sorry to cut things short. Duty calls." He motions to the car. "Can't run everywhere." He smirks at me. I smile and shake my head

"No you can't. I'll see you tonight." I wave him goodbye as he half jogs to the car

I have a date with Captain America! Now, what should I wear?