Location: Washington D.C., America

Ben ran round the side of the Potomac River in Washington D.C. The super soldier serum in his DNA meant that he was faster than an average teenage boy, but he still liked to go for a morning run with his father.

Steve was ahead of him and passed a man in front of him.

"On your left." Ben heard his father saying. Ben got nearer to the man.

"Just to warn you, Dad might keep doing that." he said.

"Ok, thanks." said the man.

Ben jogged off and caught up with Steve. They jogged round and caught up with the other man again.

"On your left." said Steve.

"Uh huh." the man replied. "On my left. Got it."

"Sorry." said Ben, jogging past him.

They got to the Lincoln Memorial and the Reflecting Pool. Again, they saw the man. He seemed to sense the two of them coming up behind him.

"Don't say it." he said. "Don't you say it."

"On your left." said Steve.

"Come on!" the man exclaimed, as Steve and Ben ran on.

At the end of their run, they found him sitting against a tree, catching his breath.

"Need a medic?" asked Steve, as they walked towards him. The man looked up and laughed.

"I need a new set of lungs." he said. "Dude, you guys just ran, like, 13 miles in 30 minutes."

"I guess we got a late start." said Steve. Ben resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Really?" the man asked, chuckling. "You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take another lap." He looked up at them. "Did you just take it? I assume you just took it."

"What unit you with?" asked Steve, gesturing to him. Ben guessed that being in the U.S. Army in World War II made his father able to spot other military people.

"58th Pararescue." the man replied. "But now I'm working down at the VA." He put a hand up for Steve to grab. "Sam Wilson.

"Steve Rogers." replied Steve, helping him up. "This is my son, Ben."

"I kind of put that together." said Sam, panting. He looked at Ben. "Hey."

"Hi." Ben replied. "Again, sorry about the running back there."

"That's alright." said Sam. He looked back at Steve. "Must have freaked you out, coming home after the whole defrosting thing." Steve sighed.

"It took some getting used to." he said. "It's good to meet you, Sam." He turned and started to walk away.

"It's your bed, right?" Sam called after him. Steve stopped and turned.

"What's that?"

"Your bed, it's too soft." said Sam. "When I was over there, I'd sleep on the ground, use rock for pillows, like a caveman. Now I'm home, lying in my bed, and it's like..."

"Lying on a marshmallow?" asked Ben. Sam and Steve nodded.

"Feel like I'm gonna sink right to the floor." Steve agreed. "How long?"

"Two tours." Sam replied. "You must miss the good old days, huh?"

"Well, things aren't so bad." said Steve. "Food's a lot better. We used to boil everything. No polio is good. Internet, so helpful. I was reading that a lot trying to catch up."

"Marvin Gaye, 1972, Trouble Man soundtrack." said Sam. Steve nodded and took a notebook and pen out of his pocket. "Everything you missed jammed into one album."

"I'll put it on the list." he replied, writing it down.

"Guess what I'm going to have J.A.R.V.I.S. play on repeat from now on?" asked Ben, smiling. He looked at the list. "Ok, who the heck told you to look up Steve Jobs? Wait, don't tell me, it was Uncle Tony, wasn't it?"

"It was." said Steve.

"Makes sense. Thai food, great. Rocky 1 and 2, that's awesome. Star Wars and Star Trek, they are also awesome." Steve's cell phone rang. It was a text from Natasha.

MISSION ALERT.
EXTRACTION IMMINENT.
MEET AT THE CURB.:)

"All right, Sam, duty calls." said Steve. "Thanks for the run." They shook hands. "If that's what you want to call running."

"Oh, that's how it is?" asked Sam, smiling.

"Oh, that's how it is." replied Steve.

"Ok." said Sam, laughing. Steve and Ben walked towards the curb. "Any time you want to stop by the VA, make me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know." He called after them.

"I'll keep it in mind." replied Steve, turning and slowly walking backwards as he spoke.

"Yeah." said Sam.

Natasha pulled up in a fancy black Corvette and wound down the passenger window.

"Hey, fellas." she said, smiling. "Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil."

"That's hilarious." said Steve, walking towards the car. He opened the door and allowed Ben to climb into the backseat next to Abby before getting in and closing the door.

"How you doing?" asked Sam, who was now crouching down.

"Hey." Natasha replied, smiling.

"Can't run everywhere." said Steve.

"No, you can't." agreed Sam.