That afternoon Steve decided to go on a walk. Not a jog, not a run, just a simple walk. But, he ended up doing all three of those things.
He was in the park when he noticed a person had been following him for quite a few blocks. He picked up his pace but they followed. He ducked into a coffee shop but they came in too. He ran out side and into an alley. He sat down behind a dumpster when He heard something move behind him. He looked and all he saw was a cat. Pheew, just a cat, he thought. Clinck Clinck. There it was again. Steve looked back, but all he saw was a gun pointed straight at his face. Acting on instinct, he unarmed the assailant and got into a fighting stance. It was then when he realized he was surrounded by armed men.
He immediately recognized the symbols on their jackets. Devil's League, he thought, they're still around? They were an old gang from the 30's. They used to beat him up all the time. It seems they had advanced in weaponry. "Guys, I mean no harm." "Shut up and hand over the money." One demanded. Steve took out his wallet (all he had was $5 and a expired membership to ToysRUs) and handed it over. Apparently $5 wasn't enough. Bruised and cut, Steve made his way back to Avengers Tower.
"What the heck happened to you?" Bucky yelled as soon as Steve got back. "Clint, get the first aid kit!" Steve limped over to the couch. Bucky followed. "Seriously, what happened?" He asked. Steve explained as Bucky checked him over. He had sustain several cuts and "probably a sprained ankle"' according to Bucky. "Where does it hurt?" He asked. Steve pointed to his ankle. Bucky leaned over and kissed it. They both blushed. "There. Hopefully your boo-boo is better now." Bucky smirked and went to the kitchen to make Steve some soup.