chapter twenty-three.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE —
( Don't test me, Rogers. )

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Evelyn Parrish woke up with someone dipping the bed beside her. She didn't need to open her eyes to know Steve had just woken up. She peeked one eye open and saw him getting changed, then closed her eye and let out a groan.

"You going out running again?" She asked him, her voice groggy and horse.

"Yeah, just near the Washington Monument," he told her. "I'll be back by eight."

Evelyn groaned before sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I'll go, too," she told him.

Steve grinned and leaned over to place a kiss on her head. "Great. I'll see you out there." Steve stood up and exited the bedroom.

Evelyn sighed before climbing out of bed and grabbing the first pair of leggings and a sports bra she could find. She quickly and quietly slipped them on before throwing her hair into a bun and spraying deodorant. She left her room and grabbed a breakfast juice from the fridge before exiting the apartment.

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Due to the super soldier serum pumping through his veins, Steve Rogers was one hell of a runner. His legs moved incredibly well together as he moved them at an incredible speed around the park. Evelyn watched on for a bit as she sipped on her breakfast juice.

"Never been here before?" A voice suddenly asked.

Evelyn quickly turned to her side and saw an unknown dark-skinned man approach her. Judging by his posture and the genuine smile on his face, Evelyn instantly knew that the man meant no harm to anyone. So, she relaxed back into her normal posture.

"Never been running around this park before," Evelyn replied.

The two watched on as Steve sped past them.

"He's been doing this daily for the past month," the man said. "Gets here at five on the dot and sprints laps of this park until eight. I don't know how he does it."

"Well, he can't really...he doesn't..." Evelyn changed her posture as she pondered over what to tell the stranger. "He has trouble sleeping and staying asleep, I guess."

"I understand. Going through the same thing myself," he said.

Evelyn frowned and turned to him before noticing the logo planted on his breast.

"I try to help him with it because I have experience, but—" Evelyn sighed deeply. "It'll take time."

Evelyn noticed Steve beginning to approach them again, so she smiled lightly as she turned back to the man. "It was nice talking to you," she told him.

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