Two Different Worlds of Heroes (Avengers x KOLTC)

Ugh...Millionares

I do not own the characters Marvel Studios and Shannon Messenger do.

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Steve POV

I am going to kill Tony next time I see him.

He is just annoying the heck out of me! First, he calls me a "capisical". Then, he is just generally annoying the whole team. Eating the last of Thor's "Tarts of the pop". Using the last of Clint's arrows. "Borrowing" my shield. The only two people that he leaves alone are Natasha and Bruce. Natasha, because she will kill him, and Bruce because they are "science bros" and he know not to get Bruce mad.

My only escape from his general presence is my run. My beautiful quiet run. Where, if I plan it correctly, no one recognizes me. The cold crisp New York air fills my lungs, a far cry from the stuffy air inside the tower. I can walk down a street just like anybody else, like I am anybody else. I can pass for normal, something that has been impossible for years. First, the super solder serum. Then, the Avengers, and the whole saving the world thing. But, geez, normal feels good. No eyes, no camera flashes, no paparazzi, no crazed fangirls(I think that's the technical term-I am not entirely caught up on the new slang) screaming at me for an autograph or to sign their baby. Just the crisp cold air, my heartbeat, my thoughts, and me.

This run was particularly needed because Stark had decided that, hey, pulling pranks is fun-especially when they involve Steve, and explosions. He tried to wake me up this morning by setting off a small explosion in my room. Stupid millionaire with too much money to spend. I mean if he has enough money to replace a state of the art room, he has enough money to pay for a class that will teach him some manners. He will feel right at home with his fellow two year old's.

This run helps let out the pent up emotions that I keep in a knot. Each footstep unraveling the knot a little bit.

Step.

Stupid.

Step.

Millionaire.

Step.

Stupid.

Step.

Publicity.

My run continues like this until only a small knot is left(a precaution I have encase I ever have to rush into battle). I feel infinitely better, after all anger and hate from the past weeks are out of my system. I have suggested this method to Bruce but he is not exactly athletically inclined. He just sticks to his lab, and his work. Which, I guess, works for him.

I could never do something like the things Stark and Bruce do in the lab. To tedious, and anyways I was never really good at that kind of thing anyway. I prefer, physical kinds of things, running, swimming, and such. Lab coats, syringes, and people trying to think of ways to do the impossible? Not for me, no thank you! If my running shoes are alright and the air quality is okay I am out every week for a run, if conditions permit.

Anyways, this run seemed to be going fine, no one had recognized me so far and I was almost done-only ten more miles! All was doing fine until my hat fell off and I ran into a. . .

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Mwahahahahah!

I am sorry about the cliff hanger. But, I need the suspense.

Farewell my fellow keepers!