You'd been best friends with Steve Rodgers ever since he got out of the ice. Well, designated best friend. You work for shield, and Fury thought you'd be the right person to help Steve out. You'd been feeling down and bored about you're missions. You'd sunken into a monotony, and you needed out. So Steve became your mission. He was awfully confused, at first. And who could blame him? He was completely new to the technology of the 21st century. Your job was to get him used to it, help him out. But now, after a couple years, you didn't know why you were still with him. He could definitely take care of himself now, even if he couldn't completely understand everything. But the truth was, you'd gotten attached to the blue-eyed hero, and didn't want to leave. And he'd be lying if he didn't think the same thing. He really was your best friend. So now, walking around Washington, D.C. in the early morning light, you watched Steve take his morning run around the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool. Every two minutes or so you would hear Steve's voice say, "On your left," to a young, very fit man, who also looked to be taking a morning run. After awhile, you sat on a park bench, reading a good book and sipping a hot coffee. You smirked when you heard the indignant protests of the other young man. Steve was whooping his butt. Another hour slipped by, and you stood up, looking, amused, at Steve, who didn't want to stop running. Meanwhile, the other guy stumbled over to the tree you were standing by. "Know him?" he gasped, holding his side and sitting down heavily. You smirked. "You could say that," you said as Steve took his final lap. "Girlfriend?" he asked. You shook your head, still smiling. In fact, the first couple days you had been with Steve, he'd said, "I'm not looking for a partner." You assumed he meant girlfriend, so you answered back, "I could say the same thing, Captain." From them on, you'd been inseparable. "Hey, Cap," you said as he jogged up, not even breathing hard. "You didn't have to come, Y/n," he said apologetically. "Yeah, well, you forgot you're phone, and your breakfast," you quipped, tossing him both. He looked in delight at the bacon and egg sandwich you made. "Plus, the view was really nice this morning, so I figured I'd read my book." He smiled and looked at you gratefully before being swept into conversation with the gentleman he'd lapped about 50 times. You winked at him and stood facing the curb, waiting for Nat to pick you up for the mission.
