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Who: Sam Wilson and you!
Where: All around. Seriously he's been cooped up.
When: 7/29
Rating: PG-13. Will adjust if necessary.
Summary: Sam is tooling around on his own now that his leg is healed. Expect a cane and sass.
The Story:

His recovery time was slow, but he didn't mind it so much. He played video games with Clint, watched movies with Steve and Natasha and talked to anyone who came close enough. It wasn't horrible. The amount of people stuffed into this house was actually a benefit to a guy stuck in a walking cast. He could walk now though. With the help of a cane, but he could walk. He healed up with ease. He confined himself to his room when he could just to stay out of the way in case things got too crazy. No one needed to worry about the guy who could barely walk on his own. He didn't want to become a liability to them.

If you find Sam he's most likely wandering around the grounds. Inside and outside. He's just trying to get used to walking fully on his leg again. He makes a visit to the kitchen for food and then goes for a jog outside. He's trying to get full mobility back and that's gonna take some work, but he'll push himself if he has to.

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[Clint's got himself set up near the range, shooting three arrows at a time. Before he pulls them from the target and walks back. Sometimes for fun he flips over or shoots from behind him.

He's kind of oblivious until he spots Sam jogging and offers a wave - right after firing an arrow that hits the dead center of the target.]

[ He almost doesn't see Clint waving. He has to stop and squint to see Clint in the distance. He nods and reaches up to check his pulse. He jogs over to Clint and puts his hands on his hips as he slows. He's breathing heavy, but he feels his heartbeat start to even out.

Sam smiles and nods at the targets up ahead. ] Having fun?

Always. [He makes another shot as he speaks, showing off before he shrugs his shoulders and lets his bow arm hang to the side] Rule is, four hours of shooting every day, four hours of exercise.

The Doctor hasn't ever referred to himself as such, but he is a bit of an avid runner. Most of the time, said running is the result of having angered some sort of alien species, but still, he just absolutely loves it.

Most mornings, if he remembers, he goes out for a good long run around the mansion grounds. It's an excellent way to pass the time, and if he needed to wake up (not likely, since he rarely slept), it's a good way to do that too.

The grounds aren't exactly jam-packed at this hour, but sometimes if he's lucky, he'll run into someone else who is either exploring or going for their morning run as well. So when he passes Sam, he slows his pace and nods.

"Really nice morning, don't you think?" He thinks every morning is nice for the most part, a feeling that may or may not be shared by others.

[On any given day, Henry is a hungry pre-teen kid, with one mom sort of watching what he eats and another one who can cook - moderately, but the same stuff -and what he wants is a really good sandwich. And with everything he could possibly think of available to him in the kitchen, he goes to work. He loads up on roast beef, swiss cheese, white bread and mustard, and seriously piles it high. A part of him is maybe a little nervous that Regina will walk in, but he's living life on the edge. When he does hear footsteps he pauses with his knife cutting the too big (not that he thinks so) sandwich in half, tentatively looking up. Not a mom.]

Oh, hey. [He gives a smile before his face goes slack again. No way.]

I think I know you...I mean, I think I've seen you around before.

[He has no idea if Falcon (!!!) knows he's a super hero or in movies and comic books, but as far as Henry is concerned, any story can be real. His life sort of proves it.]

Steve has done everything he could to keep an eye on Sam and see to it that he had everything he needed. Thankfully, with magical closets on hand, that hadn't been too difficult, although he's pretty sure Sam got sick of him fussing over him after a while. The entire process made Steve that much more grateful for his own ability to heal gunshot wounds and broken bones like it's nothing.

When he heads out for a jog early Tuesday morning, the last thing that he expects is to see Sam out there doing his laps. Sam's improved a lot since his arrival, true, but actually seeing him up and moving allows it to really sink in -- that Sam's finally better.

Instead of blazing past Sam like he usually would, Steve falls into a jog next to him, and he doesn't make any effort to keep the grin off his face either. "It's good to see you back where you belong." As tempting as it is to add left in the dust and then speed ahead, Steve refrains. "How're you feeling?"

Rather than asking the wardrobe to provide her with something to eat, Bela opts to use the kitchen instead and make it from scratch. She wasn't looking to make anything too elaborate, just a quick, easy dish. In the end Bela decides to make a pasta salad, comprised of various ingredients.

After adding the final touches, she hunts around the cupboards to look for some chocolate biscuits that would do for after her healthy meal. Of course, the biscuits would need to be accompanied by a nice cup of tea, which was next on her to do list.

When Sam drops by the kitchen, he'll notice a man dressed like an office worker with an apron over his dress shirt who's commandeered a small stretch of countertop to do something complicated and mechanical with a pressure cooker, a couple of valves and a small welding torch.

He's muttering under his breath, and flipping pages in a small memo book between attacks on the pressure cooker. A lever attachment and a number of gaskets are arranged next to him on the counter.

He glances up, and sets down a gasket next to the line.

"Good afternoon."

[Darcy moves through the grounds, book and leashes in hand attached to two adorable puppies that were in desperate need of a walk. She knew she'd be the one responsible for taking care of Jane's additions, what with how busy Jane tended to be.

Her plan was to get them out and about, still testing out a name for her puppy and subtlety changing the name of Jane's puppy. Things had been going well until they'd noticed someone running, quickly pulling on the leashes until they slip out of her hands. The puppies take off towards the man, Darcy giving an exasperated sigh before taking off after them.]

Mocha! Cocoa! Bad puppies, no!

Running alone has always been easiest for Sam. Not that he doesn't love when Steve blurs past him at full speed, but he's used to being on his own. That's not to say he isolates himself or doesn't have people he can lean on because he does. He had a whole group back home, but they didn't bring his support group from the VA to Wonderland. They did however bring a number of good people that Sam would likely trust with his life. Though it's always good to branch out and meet new people. You gotta surround yourself sometimes.

He almost doesn't even hear the Doctor. He's too focused on his ankle. Trying to figure out if he's putting himself through too much. He doesn't need it breaking again.

Sam smiles and nods his head. "It's nice. Kinda seems normal if you let yourself forget your trapped in a pretty messed up version of a children's story." Wonderland was always something you heard about as a kid. Alice. Mad Hatter. All that. It's pretty strange knowing a good chunk of it is real. Then again his friend is a genetically modified super soldier. Whatever.

[ When he stumbles upon what looks like a kid in the kitchen he's not that surprised. He heard somewhere down the line that this place had grabbed up some kids as well. He was more than a little worried about them being safe in a place like this, but this place is filled up with adults who had to be at least moderately responsible. Or so he hopes. ]

Hi.

[ He smiles and raises his brows at the sandwich. He looks pretty amused by the size of it and the size of the kid. He nods as he moves closer. ]

Have you? Haven't seen you. That's some sandwich though. You sure you can polish that whole thing off on your own?

Having Steve play nursemaid had been amusing for a while, but eventually he got tired of it. Not that he didn't appreciate the concern from his friend, but that much hovering was too much for Sam. He used to lean on Riley. Then he leaned on the support group. Now he's gotta learn to lean on someone other than himself and it's still a very strange transition for him. As great as it was exposing Steve to important cinematic history the checking up on him got a little smothering. Especially since he was living next door to the same guy that kicked him off the helicarrier to begin with. It was a weird situation all around.

He doesn't really expect company out there. He looks a little surprised when he hears Steve's approach. He doesn't sprint past him and that makes Sam smile. "What? Don't feel like sprinting ahead of me six more times?" He chuckles and shakes his head. "Better. Doesn't hurt when I run so I figure that's an improvement for my ankle. Figure I'm good enough to run."

It's not the weirdest thing that Sam's ever seen. It's incredibly hard to top half the stuff he's managed to lay eyes on. The whole Manhattan situation was a big deal. That's just putting it lightly as well. Weird kind of doesn't seem like a word anymore after everything he's seen back home. He does however look a little confused when he comes into the kitchen to find Ianto like this. It's interesting. Very interesting.

"Are you cooking or should I be worrying about the safety of the kitchen?" He jokes as he heads to the refrigerator. He glances over his shoulder at Ianto and his pressure cooker. "Do you know what you're doing? I just don't wanna tack on--death by pressure cooker to my resume or anything."

[ Being chased by dogs is a new one for Sam. Not really dogs though. Still when he hears the barking there is a small part of him that's terrified. He considers picking up the pace to actually get away. Sam does slow down though once he looks over his shoulder and lays eyes on two fluffy dogs that don't look too threatening if you ask him. He finally comes to a stop and bends over to put his hands on his knees.

He takes deep breathes and finally manages to speak as the dogs finally get closer to him. They are pretty cute. ]

Look at you two--being a menace to society already huh?

[ Sam reaches out both hands to actually pet the both of them. ]

Did you lose something?

[ He shouts to the owner in the distance. ]

He's dropping off his dirty plate into the sink when he finds Bela in the kitchen. He doesn't really say much until he reaches the sink and turns on the water. "Smells good." She looks preoccupied rummaging around in the cabinets and he doesn't really want to to distract her from whatever mission she's on. Then again he could always help her. He takes a moment to finish cleaning his dish though before turning the water off and turning to face her.

"Need a hand finding something?" Not that he claims to be the expert of the kitchen. He's managed to acquire a lot of his meals from the closet because he was pretty difficult to get from his room all the way to the kitchen in the early stages of his broken ankle.

Yeah. That sounds like tons of fun.

[ So much sarcasm. Not that Sam's a slouch. He does remember the exercises he did when he was in the military though. Was never a very fun time. He did enjoy not having to constantly worry about staying in shape. Now it's just kind of second nature for Sam. He can't seem to shake it. ]

Gonna see if Steve can get Stark to fix my wings. Wanna get back up in the air. Ya know--for my exercising.

[Clint's one of those guys - the guys that haunt gyms. But it's a deep insecurity that he covers over with that same cocky grin he offers Sam with a shrug.]

....Those wings are amazing. I thought they'd rounded them up years ago.

Ianto smiles and taps the lid of the pressure cooker. "Don't worry. I've done this before." He'd even managed to get his closet to cough up a remarkable imitation of the same tool set. "The closet didn't give me a bad espresso machine, but it only lasted a week before it started leaking steam...."

Besides he'd liked the home-brew setup he had in the Hub.

"So I'm building my own," he finishes with a grin, and sets one of the gaskets in behind where he's about to bolt the pump on. "Really the pressure cooker's just the boiler; you need nine bar of pressure for a good espresso and they won't go anywhere near that high. Ianto Jones, by the way. Pleased to meet you."

Steve can't say for certain, but it seems like Bucky's sensed that Sam isn't all that interested in speaking to him. Despite the close quarters, they haven't interacted much, and maybe that's for the best. Natasha may be able to look at that face without flinching, but Steve can't blame Sam if it's not the same in his case.

"I'll make a special exception this time," Steve says as he grins and shakes his head. He's relieved when Sam gives him a serious answer, though. As much as he wants to ask are you absolutely sure there's no more pain, he's got to not be so imposing, and he also trusts Sam to tell him the truth.

"Best news I've heard all week." Steve has to actively focus on running at this speed, but he manages it. "Now we can return to our routine of me outperforming you every morning." Sorry, buddy, you ran right into that.

"Mm." Is all Bela says to his first comment, more focused on trying to find what she needed. Then she actually looks over at who had spoken to her because she didn't want to be rude to him. Placing down the packet of chocolate biscuits she had found onto the kitchen counter, Bela now gives him her full attention.

"Sorry about that." She smiles faintly. "Just looking for the tea bags and my mug but I'm not sure if someone has moved them or not." Which was a little irritating to her. "As for the food? Pasta salad. Can't really go wrong with that, can you?" In other words, she's thanking him for the compliment about it.

[Henry doesn't want to accidentally say something he shouldn't, so later he'll tell his moms all about meeting Sam. He does smile though and looks at his sandwich, then back at Sam.]

Probably, but I don't have to. Do you want half? It's roast beef, plus I make pretty good sandwiches. Not too much meat or cheese. [That was a promise, and he even has a bag of good old fashioned potatoes chips that he pushes toward Sam to.]

Oh, and my name's Henry. I'm new, kind of.

Jogging had been Jewel's idea, before the going got tough and the Young Avengers stopped being her top concern. He never jogged much because, because jogging wasn't much different from him than running. He could run from point A to point B in no time, so what was the point in slowing down?

The point had been to learn a degree of control, to be able to not just run fast, but run slow if he needed to also. It was about challenging his muscles into learning patience.

And so, right now, he's jogging. The Beastie Boys are blasting in his ears and it takes everything in him not to speed through his routine, but that's the point isn't it? Slowing down on purpose. He doesn't even think about who he's passing with a 'on your left' until hes already a few strides ahead, and he runs backwards to make up for it.

"Heeeey it's the Falcon. What happened to your leg?"

"I do try and forget about that, yeah," the Doctor says with a nod. He doesn't like to think about the fact that everyone's trapped here, including himself, and neither does he like to think that he's stranded without his ship. With his planet gone, the TARDIS is the only home he has, so it hasn't been easy adjusting.

"If you can manage it, life here isn't nearly as bad as it could be." He believes that, even with everything. Wonderland could be a harder place to live than it is, so he figures he should just be happy with what he's got.

"Are you alright, though?" It's hard to tell, but given the way the other man appears to be almost distracted, he wonders if something's not quite right.

She's been keeping an eye on him as often as she could, since she knew how much she hated to be laid up for any length of time, and hey, she figured at this point they sort of owed each other their lives at least one time over now.

So she lights up with a smile on the morning she spots him out for a run, considering she's been out doing the same. Without SHIELD's training facilities on hand, she's resorted to doing things the old fashioned way at the moment. She catches up to him and falls into pace beside him with a crooked grin, her hair drawn back off her face in a pair of pigtails at the nape of her neck, dressed in simple yoga pants and a tank.

"Well, look at you, all up and mobile again."

They did.

[ He smiles fondly though at the memory of them liberating them from that military base. He never realized how much he missed just being up in the air until they gave them back to Sam and told him to suit up. ]

We got them back before we kicked things into high gear back home. If I was gonna be any help in taking on HYDRA I was gonna have to get airborne very quickly.

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