Ever wonder what our beloved heroes do off the clock? What they do on a normal day when they aren't busy saving the world. Have you ever stopped to think what they do on their days off?
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Steve
5:00 a.m. Steve is opening his tired blue eyes, and almost ready for his daily run. He takes one last long look at his soft blankets while his legs are hanging off the side of his king bed. Steve takes a peek at the old alarm clock sitting on his nightstand. Once again he is looking down at his blankets. He draws a deep breath and quickly tucks his long legs back in, his arms are pulling the blankets to his neck while his tired blue eyes are already closed. A soft smile rests on his lips as he plans to only sleep for 15 minutes. Sleep is cut short because Steven is waking up every five seconds to see if his 15 minutes are up. Groaning in frustration, he yanks off the blankets and starts to get ready for his jog.
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Steve has been running for 30 minutes now and hasn't even broken a sweat. He passed Sam in the first five minutes. Earning a faint, "Damn you, Cap." From the Falcon's heavily breathing mouth. Steven finally stops, remembering he doesn't have any more milk. Now walking, Rogers makes his way down the streets in Washington to a grocery store. He walks with his head held high as always. Steve looks up at all the tall buildings while walking, he lets out a soft sigh, just thinking on how much everything change in a blink of an eye. He shakes his head and looks down at the empty streets.
"Geez, it's already 6:03 in the morning. Why is no one awake? It's already so late." Steve thinks to himself as he keeps walking seeing hardly anyone.
The old man finally finds a grocery store and walks him with a smile on his face. He greets every employee and customer he sees. People give him tired or annoyed looks but it doesn't phase him, he walks happily to the milk aisle. Steve's blue eyes scan over the different types of milk searching for the 2% milk. Once he sees the price for the milk, his face falls. He can never get over the fact that milk is so expensive. Taking the 2% milk carton in his firm hand, he finds an employee and says the same thing he says every time.
"Excuse me ma'am. Since when did milk become so expensive? Back in my day, it was at such a reasonable price."
He then goes on talking about how everything was cheap back then until he feels bad for keeping the employee for a long time. Steve pays for his milk, wishing everyone a good day and walks away with a smile. While walking back to his apartment, he sees many more people outside than earlier. The people see him walking and stare or try to take a picture and wave for his attention. Steve turns away shyly never getting used to all the attention. He gives some small soft shy smiles and makes his way to his apartment. Once in his apartment, he gets ready for breakfast. He prepares himself a bowl of cereal and a side of pancakes. Aside from the milk in his cereal, he serves himself an additional big cup of milk. Then he likes to wonder why he runs out of milk so quickly. Steve sits in silence, eating softly. He looks around his apartment while chewing on his food. He stares at his shield on the floor leaning against his bookcase. He then looks at his plants, mentally reminding himself to water them. Steve looks at his room and thinks about his bed. He slowly stood up and took his plate to the sink, then he quickly rushes over to his room. Once he took off his shoes, he bounces on his bed and wrapped himself in his blankets and this time finally went to back to sleep. Steve only sleeps for 30 minutes before waking up feeling so refreshed. He gets up and stretches, making his shirt rise up and for his stomach to show. Rogers makes his bed and decides to might as well clean his whole apartment. Steve plays music on his record player and starts cleaning everything he sees. In the middle of sweeping the floor, Steve paused and had his eyes glued to the floor.
"I miss Buck," Steve whispers to himself and stopped sweeping.
Steve walks over to his bookcase and picks up his black leather journal that keeps all of his thoughts. He looks for a pen and makes his way to his couch. Steve reaches for the soft blanket that was hanging on the couch to cover to legs and begins to write.
July 31st, 2014
I miss Buck. I haven't found anything on his whereabouts, which makes me sad. I have a feeling that he is lost. The real Buck is screaming to be found, yet this so-called "Winter Soldier" is making him run. I know that he is in there. I know that James Buchanan Barnes is still there. Sam and I are really trying our hardest to get some type of lead on where he is or where he is going but we have nothing. I just want to help him. I want to be there for him like he was always there for me. He needs help. I need help him and to be there for him because I am with him till the end of the line...
