Not even sunrise, Wednesday morning

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was an obnoxiously perky morning person, even when (like tonight. He'd fallen into a Wikipedia hole) he hadn't slept for more than a few hours.

He stretched his legs out at the bottom of one of the endless sets of stairs in Fandom, singing (badly) under his breath: "First to fight for the right, and to build the nation's might...and the Army goes rolling along--"

He grinned over at his partner. "Ready?"

[OOC: For the guy who can fly so he doesn't have to run, probably, but open to anyone else up at an ungodly time to run!]

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[imafuturist]

"Hey, nothing wrong with a smart phone." He built smart phones. He was still rich because of smart phones. "Can't think of a time it's this quiet back in the city."

[heroic_jawline]

"Yeah, that kept me awake on the war bond tour--going to a smaller town and not having the noise," Steve said. "Couldn't sleep without the honking and the yelling and the sirens."

[imafuturist]

"The country," Tony said with the mock horror of a city person. "How did you survive it?"

[heroic_jawline]

"It was terrible," Steve said, heading towards another flight of stairs. "I made the guy who played Hitler pretend to be a cabbie for the first two weeks. He'd yell obscenities until I fell asleep."

That wasn't close to being true.

[imafuturist]

But it sounded so realistic!

Tony made a face at the stairs, but was too stubborn to slow down now. "I could ask JARVIS to do that for you. Since it helps."

[heroic_jawline]

"I don't know," Steve said. "Can he do a Brooklyn accent?"

[imafuturist]

"Sorry, I just tried to imagine him speaking with that accent and I had to reboot my brain," Tony said after a pause.

[heroic_jawline]

"Get outta duh middle of duh road, ya chump!" Steve said in an extremely thick Brooklyn accent. "Jesus. My dead grandma drives better, god rest her!"

[imafuturist]

You know what didn't help Tony keep up with the jogging? Making him laugh with that.

"Oh god, why would you give up that accent for the bland Mid-America one?" Tony asked between snickers.

[heroic_jawline]

"Because people in St. Louis wouldn't buy war bonds from someone who sounded like James Cagney and didn't look like James Cagney," Steve said. "So there were lessons."

[imafuturist]

"I would have bought all the bonds from Cap'n Brooklyn, ey!" His imitation of the accent at the end wasn't terrible, but it ventured into Boston a little.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "Not bad," he said, heading for yet another flight of stairs. "Not great, but..."

[imafuturist]

Just ignore Tony's annoyed little huff at more stairs. And how he was starting to get a little winded. "Hey, I'm from Manhattan, what'd you expect? You're lucky I never kept that awful country club accent."

[heroic_jawline]

"Oh, where everyone talks through their noses?" Steve made a face. "Ugh."

[imafuturist]

"Find myself a butler and a bodyguard," Tony suggested, doing a much better job with this accent. "Add a 'the third' to my name as well."

[heroic_jawline]

"You're Iron Man," Steve said, running down the stairs for a change of pace. "What would you do with a bodyguard?"

[imafuturist]

Which was a godsend, to be honest. Tony was able to start catching his breath. "Technically I do have one."

[heroic_jawline]

"A bodyguard?" Steve laughed. "I don't think I've met him or her."

[imafuturist]

"Him," Tony replied. "He's been head of security at my main office of Stark Industries since a little after I became Iron Man. Happy Hogan, only reason I lived past twenty."

[heroic_jawline]

"What were you doing? I got into a lot of fights, myself."

[imafuturist]

"You? Can't see that at all," Tony teased. "No, nothing that exciting for me. Just a lot of stupidity and alcohol."

He made a face thinking back to that time.

[heroic_jawline]

"Can't see that either," Steve teased back. "Okay, along the dock then down to the beach, then we repeat it three more times!"

Steve wasn't even breathing hard.

[imafuturist]

"Wait, what?" Tony asked, looking positively stricken by the thought. "Three more times?"

He'd been thinking he was going to make it just fine. He'd been so, so very wrong.

[heroic_jawline]

"Sure," Steve said. "I normally go five, but I'll cut back for ya."

[imafuturist]

"Five?!" Steve, why? Why did you have to do this to him? "That's. That's just fine. I can do three."

He was going to end up wheezing in a heap.