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]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

And Steve would not even feel badly about it.

"I know you can," he said, relentlessly chipper.

[imafuturist]

You know what happens when you say things like that to Tony? He does stupid things to try and prove you right.

"Christ, no wonder you eat so much," he muttered, head down in stubborn determination.

[heroic_jawline]

"Thank the Vita-Rays for that," Steve said, increasing his own pace as they hit the docks. He always went faster on the flat spaces.

[imafuturist]

Which would by why Tony was lagging behind. Which was totally weird. Because clearly he should have been able to keep up.

"Not the--black hole--in your stomach?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was unintentionally doing an impression of a puppy with too much energy to spare as he looped back to talk with Tony. "Nope," he said, grinning. "I had to eat twice as many rations as the rest of the Commandos, which Buck said served at its own form of punishment."

[imafuturist]

It was both adorable and super obnoxious.

"I'm really not surprised by that," Tony replied, managing to get that out without gasping. Much. "I fed you--Thor--"

Damn it, why did he need to keep up.

"--and Hulk. I felt dainty."

[heroic_jawline]

"You don't have to keep up," Steve said, frowning thoughtfully. "I'll come back around."

That won't be less obnoxious, Steve.

[imafuturist]

Not in the slightest.

"Oh, that's so much better," Tony muttered sarcastically.

[heroic_jawline]

"Or I could slow down, but I feel like that might come across condescending," Steve said.

Too late.

[imafuturist]

"You think? Maybe?" Tony asked, hand on his side as that terrible stitch there started up. "Do your thing. I'll catch up."

In no way would he manage to catch up. He would pray for the sweet embrace of death while still jogging along on this awful path he'd chosen. Because he wasn't a quitter, damn it.

[heroic_jawline]

"You're doing great," Steve said with his bright, beaming smile, and then took off at a full sprint because he was a super-enhanced super ass.

[imafuturist]

Tony was going to end up designing a treadmill to see if Steve could break it. He really was.

"Coming jogging with me, Tony," he muttered to himself, weakly waving at Steve's rapidly disappearing form. "It'll be fun, Tony."

This was some straight up bullshit.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve caught back up another twenty minutes later. "On your left," he called out politely.

[imafuturist]

"Seriously?" Tony called after him. "We're the only people out here! And superheoes!"

He didn't need to be warned about that. At all.

And was now sweatier than he ever wanted to be. Fuck. Running.

[heroic_jawline]

"Didn't want to run up your heels!" Steve called back, waving.

Jackass.

[imafuturist]

Huge jackass. Huge, tangle shaped jackass.

"I know where you sleep, Rogers!"

[heroic_jawline]

"You're doing great, Stark! Halfway done now!"

Shut up, Steve.

[imafuturist]

"It's also torture!" Tony snapped. Because yes. Shut up, Steve.

And he was still trudging along. Maybe attempting to pick up the pace a little to not be completely behind. You would think he'd know better than to try to keep up with any version of Steve Rogers. But nooooo.

[heroic_jawline]

"Builds character!" Steve yelled back before disappearing around a corner.

[imafuturist]

Which was when Tony gave him the finger.

"Builds character," he mimicked. "I build him some character."

It didn't make sense, but in his defense... he was tired and surly. Not his best for wit.