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Steve and Bruce watched as the normally blue sky was full of blurs of black (Loki), gold and red (Tony), and red and silver (Thor). Steve couldn't help the smile that crept on his face even though he knew he shouldn't be happy about this. About Loki being there, but it was a lot harder to hate him in this form. This form where he cared so much about Thor, and helped them capture criminals. It seemed so far from the man - well, alien he had met when he first come to New York, the one that seemed determined to make the world bow to him.
Tony, Thor, and Loki seemed to be playing a game of aerial tag and it went so fast he was having a little bit of difficulty figure out who was it. One second it seemed like Thor was it and the next it was Tony or Loki. Eventually, Steve gave up trying to figure out who was it and was just content to look at the blurs of color swimming around.
What would it be like to fly? He wondered. He never thought he would ever be envious of anyone after he had become Captain America. but here he was envious of the fact that the three of them could fly and could do it as such a high speed.
"Do you ever wish you could fly?" he asked Bruce who was sitting beside him on the patio. Bruce laughed.
"Yeah, that's the last thing the world needs, a flying Hulk."
"But if you weren't the Hulk?" Steve asked before he could stop himself and mentally berated himself as he saw that bitter smile on his friend's face.
"If I wasn't the Hulk?..." Bruce trailed off sadly and looked away, Steve grew more somber and looked back up at his flying friends.
Sorry this one's a little less dragon heavy and a little more angsty but it popped into my mind and I had to write it. Please let me know what you think.