The morning run came before breakfast, after cup of coffee. Steve and Bucky were both faster than Sam, who ran at a normal person's pace. Steve constantly outran him, speeding around the mall far faster than was probably strictly necessary. Bucky was rarely far behind him.
Sam would swear at them when they passed by, Steve with a word of warning, Bucky usually right on Steve's heels.
"On your left."
"Steve, I swear-"
"On your right."
"Don't you start, Bucky!"
Steve had to stop running to laugh.
"On your right," Bucky said as he passed Steve.
"Bucky, get back here!"
