Hi everybody! Um...So this is my first FanFic, please don't be too hard on me. I thought that Rose Tyler and Steve Rogers would be cute together
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ROSE TYLER OR ANY OF THE AVENGERS. ROSE TYLER BELONGS TO THE BBC AND THE AVENGERS BELONG TO MARVEL.
In this story Rose and Steve are best friends... for now, so don't be surprised by the little things like hugging and hand holding.
Now, onto the story.
The sun was just coming over the horizon in the city of D.C. The early morning found two men running, one at a normal, human speed, but the other man, he was running with some sort of super-human speed.
"On your left." The 'Super-man' said, running past the normal man.
The normal man, surprised at how fast the other man was running, simply said nothing.
A good fifteen minutes later, the normal man was running in front of the Lincoln memorial. Huffing and puffing out air. When suddenly the Super-man ran past again.
"On your left." The Super-man said. again.
While trying to keep his breathing even, the normal man replied with an irritated " Uh huh, on my left. Got it."
About ten minutes later, the same men were running past the same building, but further away. The normal man in the lead and the super-man gaining.
As soon as the super-man was within sight, the normal man started to push himself harder, pumping his legs as fast as they could go. "Don't say it, don't you say it!" The normal man gasped out, still running full tilt. But to no avail, the super-man still took the lead with an 'On your left' not even breaking a sweat.
"Oh, come on!" The normal man yelled, slowing down so that he doesn't hurt himself.
Sitting at the base of a tree sat the normal man, drenched in sweat, gasping for breath, and holding his side.
Hearing footsteps to the side of him, the normal man looked over to see none other then 'mister super-man' himself.
Letting out an out of breath chuckle as the other man came closer.
"You need a medic?" The super-man asked.
Chuckling again, the normal man replied with "I need a new set of lungs. Dude you just ran like thirteen miles in thirty minutes."
"Yeah, I got a late start." The other man sarcastically replied.
Looking back at the other man, The 'super-man', the normal man saw a tall, fair skinned, blond haired, blue eyed, muscular man. The normal man had no doubt in his mind that the other man had women falling at his feet. "Really? You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take another lap." The normal man quipped back. A few seconds later, the normal man look back up at the other man and asked if he just took the lap, "I assume you just took it."
"What unit are you with?" The super-man asked.
"58TH para rescue. But now I'm working down at the VA" The normal man answered, holding his hand up for the other man to take. "Sam Wilson." He introduced himself.
Helping the Sam man up, the super-man replied, "Steve Rogers."
"I kinda put that together. Must have freaked you out, coming home after the whole 'defrosting' thing."
Sighing, Steve answered "It does take some getting use to." Turning around to leave, Steve told Sam that it was nice meeting him and started walking away, he got about three steps before Sam asked, "It's your bed, right?"
Turning back, Steve offered a confused face, and asked "What was that?"
Sam walked a couple steps up to stand, once again, face to face with Steve Rogers. AKA Captain America. And explained that the beds are too soft.
"How long have you been out here?" Steve asked.
"'bout two months. You must miss the good old days." Said Sam.
"Yeah, but it's pretty good here. The internet, the phones, the 'food, it's just all around pretty good here." Steve replied.
Sam leaned in closer to Steve and told him to check out Marvin Gates,Troubleman, saying everything Steve misses will be packed into the album.
"I'll be sure to check it out." Steve said, pulling out a notepad with other suggestions such as 'I love Lucy. Moon landings. Berlin wall. Steve Jobs. Pisco. Thai food. Star wars/Trek. Nirvana. Rocky(1 and 2). and finally Troubleman.
As soon as he finished writing it down, his phone chimed at him. Text message.
-MISSION ALERT.
EXTRACTION IMMINENT.
MEET AT THE CURB. ;)
-BW
Putting his phone away, Steve looked up at Sam and told him he had to go. "Duty calls. Thanks for the run, if that's what you wanna call running."
"Oh, that's how it is?"
"That's how it is." Jeered Steve.
"Hey, anytime you wanna stop by the VA, just let me know, be my wingman, help me get the girl at the front desk." Sam said.
"I'll keep it in mind."
Steve replied. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a slick, blue convertible mustang pulled up to the curb. A black tinted window rolled down to reveal a beautiful, blond woman.
"Hey fellas." The blond said in a thick British accent. "Either one of you boys know where the Smithsonian is? I'm looking to pick up a fossil."
Walking to the car, Steve sarcastically replied "Haha, you're hilarious."
Looking at Sam, the British blond smiled and winked at him.
"Hi." Sam said, starring at the beautiful British blond.
"Hey." The woman looked at Steve, "Friend of yours Steve?" She asked.
"Something like that," Steve replied getting in the passenger seat, he stopped and turned to look at Sam and said "you can't run everywhere."
"No, you can't." Sam replied, still starring at the blonde.
Rolling up his window, the blonde, Steve and the car drove away. Leaving Sam Wilson to stare at it like a loon,
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I did some renovations to this chapter. If you've read this since I've updated it this little authors note means nothing to you.