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manwithaplan) wrote2015-01-08 07:59 pm
manwithaplan) wrote2015-01-08 07:59 pm
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trouble man don't get in my way.
It had seemed strange to Steve when he didn't see Sam at the New Year's Eve party, but in the chaos that ensued, his attention and efforts all going toward making sure people got safely down the mountain, it managed to slip his mind. He didn't sleep much that night, on edge just thinking about everyone who was trapped at Kagura, hoping they would all be alright. He left for his run earlier than usual, and that was when he remembered Sam's absence. Steve tried to make excuses for it. Maybe, without any warning of what had happened the previous year, Sam had elected to go down to City Hall and watch the burning effigy instead. Maybe his distrust of Kagura was enough to keep him away. Maybe Steve was just assuming the worst, without any real basis for worry.
He ended up jogging over to Sam's apartment. It was still obnoxiously early by the time he got there. Sam would have complained Steve's ear off over being woken up so early, had he been there. But he was gone. Steve knew it when no one answered the door, even after he nearly knocked it off of its hinges. He forced the knob until it broke and went inside, just to confirm what he already knew. He collected whatever Sam had left behind that seemed of value or importance. Then he left.
Hours later, he is at the boxing gym. His shift is over, and it's been a very long New Years Day, but he doesn't want to go home just yet. He wants to keep working at the punching bag, so that is what he does. Usually, he holds back, not wanting to inflict any real damage on gym property. Today, he gives it his all, and then some. He tires himself out, or at least tries to. He goes at it until he can't anymore, takes a short break, and picks it back up again. He doesn't know how long it's been when she swims into his line of sight. Losing track of time, and of everything else, really, was kind of the idea. But when he sees Natasha, he pulls back, breathing hard as he steps away from the bag.
"How long've you been there?"
He ended up jogging over to Sam's apartment. It was still obnoxiously early by the time he got there. Sam would have complained Steve's ear off over being woken up so early, had he been there. But he was gone. Steve knew it when no one answered the door, even after he nearly knocked it off of its hinges. He forced the knob until it broke and went inside, just to confirm what he already knew. He collected whatever Sam had left behind that seemed of value or importance. Then he left.
Hours later, he is at the boxing gym. His shift is over, and it's been a very long New Years Day, but he doesn't want to go home just yet. He wants to keep working at the punching bag, so that is what he does. Usually, he holds back, not wanting to inflict any real damage on gym property. Today, he gives it his all, and then some. He tires himself out, or at least tries to. He goes at it until he can't anymore, takes a short break, and picks it back up again. He doesn't know how long it's been when she swims into his line of sight. Losing track of time, and of everything else, really, was kind of the idea. But when he sees Natasha, he pulls back, breathing hard as he steps away from the bag.
"How long've you been there?"