[open] You’re so far away

[captain_america]

Who: Steve Rogers and You!
Where: around the mansion
When: First few weeks of February
Rating: PG-13 for punching bag death
Summary: A few weeks in the life of Steve Rogers.
The Story:

Training Center

Steve’s normal daily routine usually includes an outdoor run, but it’s winter and Steve has never been the biggest fan of the cold, or snow, or anything that reminds him of crashing a plane and freezing in the cold Arctic Ocean, this is why he loves that that training center has an indoor track. It might not be as interesting as running outside but it’s warm and it will do for his daily 26 miles.

And that’s just a warm up.

Sometimes he follows the run with a turn on the mountain climbing wall, or at the weight racks, but usually he’s wrapping his hands and taking his aggression out on some punching bags. They aren’t the normal punching bags either, they are sturdier- able to withstand super soldiers beating on them for days and weeks. But the beginning of February has been hard. Peggy is gone and it’s taking everything in him not to break down.

That means the punching bags are getting more of a workout than normal and one particular strong punch has one ripping at the seams, chains snapping and it’s sailing across the room to hit a wall, sand spilling out into the floor. It’s been a while since he’s done that. That doesn’t stop him, even if he mutters a curse under his breathe, just goes and hauls up a new one as if it weighs nothing and starts another round. This one should last longer.

Diner

Steve started dropping by the diner once or twice a week about a month after he arrived. It was comfortable and it reminded him of home- not just 2018 but 1945 as well. There was something about a diner that was timeless- he always knew what to expect there. Plus they had really good pie.

Peggy started meeting him there once a week a few months ago and it had become their unspoken routine (because everything with them seemed to be unspoken). He would order pie, she would steal his pie and they would talk, like old friends, about everything and nothing. They would share stories about the war and that was something Steve hadn’t been able to do in years. Peggy always understood him in ways no one else ever had.

But she was gone now, again. That seemed to be his blessing and his curse, he would find Peggy again but he was always destined to lose her. He thought he had made peace with that back home but it was different here.

He still came to the diner at their unspoken agreed upon time, and he still ordered a slice of apple pie. Sometimes he ate it, sometimes he sat their and sketched, and sometimes he just stared out the window as the pie sat there untouched.

Fifth Floor Bar

For someone who couldn’t get drunk (unless Freya was around), Steve spent an awful lot of time in bars since he arrived in Wonderland.

It made sense, it was where a lot of his friends ended up gathering and Natasha worked behind the bar every so often. He might not be able to get drunk but he enjoyed a good beer, and Tony had turned him on to whiskey. He could be found nursing a drink at the bar or at one of the tables scattered around. He wouldn’t say no to a game of pool or darts or just some company. He was a friendly guy.

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