Authors note: 919 views! *breathes heavily* You guys! Okay, this little nugget is dedicated to my wonderful friend, Laura! I hope I did it justice, and my apologies if this seems extremely short. I'm going to be brutally honest with you guys. *takes off hat and sits down quietly* I do not ship Sam and Bucky. I mean, I do, but not in this way. They're my BroTP, of course. But I don't see them as being romantically involved. However! I'm very much certain that that will change! Review time! Ahhh!

SLYNNR: Absolutely! Thank you so much! There's a good hundred words in the list of prompts, so there's plenty more to come with regards one-shots! As for Tony, I have a little thing in mind for him! Would you like to see any particular ships in this collection?

Reviews welcome, as always! I'm graduating tomorrow, so chances are I might be a little late with the posts, but I might stay awake and write up the next chapter!


Sam was real fucking close to smacking Bucky. And not in a kinky way, either. For the past two hours, all he'd heard was Bucky snickering on the bench and trying to stifle it with his hand, to no avail. Everytime Sam's foot hit the treadmill, his jaw clenched, and he tried to slam each step down harder to drown out the laughter of his boyfriend. Natasha returned from the showers in time to see Sam switch off the treadmill and hurl his sneaker at Bucky. This, of course, only encouraged further laughter.

"I told you to ask me." She reminded him. Sam simply scowled.

Yeah, she'd told him. So had Tony, Rhodes, Thor, and Pietro. Although, the latter was never going to be an option. Sam had made the grim decision to compete against Steve in a charity race. They'd raised a tonne of money, and Central Park was promised to be filled with stalls and performances on the day of the race. So, of course, Pietro was immediately crossed off the list.

Tony was simply a pain in the ass. A good friend, sure, but Sam had gone through enough of being the punchline to his jokes. Even if it had faded. Besides, Tony used his suit for speed. As did Rhodes.

Natasha was quick. Absolutely. Hell, he still remembered trying to keep up with her in the training circuit the other day. But she was going out with Steve now. And he didn't put it past her to jokingly give him bad tips before the race. So she was gone.

Thor? As Bucky so eloquently put it, "Baby, he's a fucking GOD!" Sam had to admit, he had a point. And so, Sam was left with Vision (who, he realised, rarely ever ran) Wanda (much like her boyfriend) Peter (he used webs to get around) and finally Bucky. Only now, he was beginning to understand. Never agree to such an immediate response.

This was day two of his intensive training course. Day one had been spent improving his stamina. In other words, intermittent bursts of running on the treadmill and vigorous love-making in the room he shared with Bucky. Bucky awarded him an A-. Apparently, gasping in the bedroom at this stage in the relationship was unnecessary and marks needed to be deducted.

Day two was the actual speed. And when Sam had walked down in a running suit he'd borrowed from Pietro, Bucky had cracked up laughing for a full ten minutes, before finally subsiding into little giggles as he kissed Sam lightly on the that Sam was running on the treadmill, Bucky was growing restless, no longer satisfied with the occasional chuckles provided from the bench. "How about your starting stance?" he wanted to know.

"My what?!" Sam panted incredulously. Bucky pushed himself off the bench and walked over to him, before neatly turning the treadmill off and waiting for Sam to slow to a stop.

"The way you stand before you start running." he explained above the receding puffs of air that Sam produced. "Show me."

"Jesus..." Sam groaned. Bucky blinked at him, and he reluctantly crouched down, his fingertips steadying him on the springy floors, one leg bent, the other straightened behind him.

"You're telling me you can run from that position?" Bucky asked.

"I can do plenty of things from this position!" he protested. A wicked grin formed on the silver armed veteran.

"Oh, trust me, I know." he winked. Sam aimed a shove at him, and ended up lying on his back, having toppled from his already precarious position. Bucky was cackling hysterically at his boyfriends misfortune, and ended up collapsing against the treadmill, tears of laughter rolling down his face.

"Asshole." Sam huffed good naturedly. Bucky wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to make amends.

"C'mon!" he protested. "You know I was only messin' around!"

"Peter does a damn blog about us! You think he's above posting that on the Internet? He ain't!" Sam pointed out aggressively. Bucky crawled forward and lightly cupped Sam's face in his hands. Sam felt his heart flutter, and tried his best to ignore it.

"I'll sort Peter out, I promise you." he assured him solemnly.

"The kid can stop your metal arm, Buck. I'm pretty sure he'd sort you out, first."

"Screw you."

"I love you too." Sam kissed him on the mouth quickly. Bucky rolled his eyes, but the blush in his cheeks was notable. "Now, can you please help me win this damn race?"

"It's not even possible." Bucky reminded him.

"So? At least I can say that I tried." he shrugged. A ghost of a smile remained on Bucky's features, and he helped him to his feet, before switching the treadmill on. Sam hopped on, and started running again.

That night, as they laid together in bed, sleepy and content, Sam allowed himself to become sentimental for a moment. He no longer gave a damn if he won the race or not. In the end, the money was being raised, and while it would be great and all to beat Steve, he became very aware. He'd already won in life. He'd won the moment he first laid eyes upon Bucky. And guess what, folks? On the day of the charity race...

Steve won. By twenty minutes. Sam was unimpressed until Bucky gave him a big kiss and made it worth his while later that night with beer and a comedy film.

Peter also posted about Sam and Bucky on his blog later that week. But he felt massively uncomfortable when it came to the details, so it didn't exactly make much of a difference to the couple in the grand scheme of things. Bucky did, however, make a subtle threat to break Peter's camera if he tried to post anything like that again.

Peter had to buy a new camera the following week after taking a picture of the two enjoying a candle-lit dinner.