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Steve/Reader - On Your Left (Winter Soldier)

"I did say there was a reason I don't go jogging with him."

I couldn't contain my laughter as we started moving forward once more, Steve no longer in sight. It was just a matter of time.

"ON YOUR LEFT," I heard a familiar voice call, only five minutes later. Yep Steve just lapped us.

"There is no way that guy is human."

"He's Captain America, Sam."

"Don't remind me."

In the next 30 minutes Steve had overtaken us another 6 times, happily calling out the words "on your left" every single time. He was just showing off now. Oh, here he is again.

"Don't say it? Don't you say it?" Sam bellowed just behind him with gritted teeth. It was safe to say he'd given up on winning a long time ago.

"ON YOUR LEFT."

"COME ON?"

A few minutes later I was beat, my legs felt like literal jelly and I was overjoyed at seeing the finishing point of the Capitol Building not too far up ahead.

"Thank god for that," I breathed heavily alongside Sam, both of us collapsing on to the grass at our feet. I think I might just take some time off of the whole running thing for the next couple of days.

"Need a medic?" Steve joked with a smile, coming to a stop at our side. He hadn't even broken a sweat. Damn super soldier.

"I need a new set of lungs. You just ran like 13 miles in 30 minutes." Talk about stating the obvious Sam.

"Yeah it took me a while to warm up. I can do 15 on a good day." Rub it in baby why don't you?

"(Y/N), is your guy for real?"

"Afraid so, Sammy."

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Take another lap?" Sam blinked before continuing.

"Did you take it? I'm assuming you just took it?"

It was clear with these two that it was just joking around between them. Sam had accepted that he'd been beaten, and Steve was impressed with how well he'd taken it. It was nice to see Steve making friends with a guy finally. He was always so guarded, accept with me. It was about time.

"Right, I'm gonna go grab us some water. Why don't you two get to know each other a bit better?" I smiled, getting to my feet and giving Steve a quick peck before walking off, looking back at the new friends with nothing but pride.

"What unit were you with?" I heard Steve asking as I returned. I see it didn't take long for them to get on with the army talk.

"58th para-rescue, but now I'm working down at the VA."

"Oh yes, (Y/N) mentioned it."

"It must have freaked you out coming home after the whole defrosting thing?" Sam questioned in genuine interest, Steve not fazed by the turn in questioning.

"It took some getting used to, didn't it baby?" I answered for him, making my presence known before he proceeded to wrap a strong arm around my shoulders.

"It did. Having certain people around made it a lot easier though," Steve responded, looking at Sam and then turning his attention to me.

"What about your bed?" Where was Sam going with this?

"What's that?" Steve asked, just as confused as I was.

"Your bed is too soft. When I was over there I'd sleep on the ground and use rocks for pillows like a caveman. Then I'm home and I'm lying in my bed and it's like..."

"...lying on a marshmallow. You feel like you're going to sink straight through to the floor," Steve interrupted. Wow, they really did have a lot in common.

"How long were you over there Sam?" I wondered.

"Two tours."

"Must have been tough?" Steve asked after me.

"You know how it is Steve? Do you miss the good old days?"

"Well things aren't so bad. The foods a lot better. We used to boil everything. No polio is good. Internet, so helpful. I've been reading that a lot trying to catch up..."

"...Hey? What about me? Aren't I included on that list?" I butted in.

"Of course not honey. You've got a list all to yourself," Steve saved himself by being all old school romantic, pulling me into a love felt kiss and not making any attempt to let go.

"Good answer baby," I grinned as we finally let go.

"Right, before you two get started up again and I turn into a third wheel, let me make a suggestion," Sam joked whilst rolling his eyes.

"And what would that be? Steve grinned, pulling me into his side but placing all his attention on the fellow soldier in front of us.

"Marvin Gaye, 1972, Troubleman soundtrack. Everything you missed jammed into one album."

"Not according to (Y/N) it isn't," Steve noted, looking down at a piece of paper he'd pulled from his pocket, listing all the things he had to catch up on.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, crossing his arms and raising an eye at me.

"Michael Jackson, 1979, Off the Wall. Enough said."

"Good suggestion, good suggestion. Not better than Troubleman though."

"Are you serious? Have you even listened to Off the Wall? It's like Michael travelled through every decade, picked out the best of music from each one and then put it into one album. Troubleman doesn't even compare." Don't get me started on music Sam.

I could feel another competition coming on.

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