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On Your Left
May. 18th, 2015 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captain_asthmaticMonths after being cleared for mission duty, things were settling into a normal routine for Steve. He got up before dawn, his mind clearing of the dreams - (nightmares) - he usually didn't remember. Usually he went for a run. Even in downtown Manhattan there were places to go for a good run, and he was always back by eight on the dot for inspection and mission briefings, if there were any.
This week, he had been brought back to D.C. for the first time in a while. Pierce was entertaining some U.N. dignitaries, and wanted Captain America to have a presence. So this morning was the first time since before Insight that Steve had run the Mall.
He ran at his usual easy pace, and as the sun just began to touch the buildings, he came up behind an African American man who was running as well. "On your left," he said automatically as he got close.
This week, he had been brought back to D.C. for the first time in a while. Pierce was entertaining some U.N. dignitaries, and wanted Captain America to have a presence. So this morning was the first time since before Insight that Steve had run the Mall.
He ran at his usual easy pace, and as the sun just began to touch the buildings, he came up behind an African American man who was running as well. "On your left," he said automatically as he got close.
