“You know what I like best about running with Captain America?” Carol Danvers asked.
“No, what do you like best about running with Captain America?” Sam Wilson replied, grinning
“This isn’t going to end well for me, is it?” Steve Rogers said. They both ignored him, which took real effort, because they were running alongside him, Sam on his right and Carol on his left. They had a talent, however, for talking around him. One of these days, he was going to smack their heads together.
It was a pleasant thought. He had it often enough during these early morning runs.
“Having to wait at the corner of every street for the walk signal!” Carol said, glaring at Steve out of the corner of her eyes.
“We’re not running into traffic. It’s dangerous,” Steve pointed out.
“It’s pre-dawn,” Sam said. “What the hell traffic are you seeing here that we’re not, Cap?”
“It’s the law.”
“Jaywalking is the Massachusetts state sport,” Carol said.
“And we’re in New York.”
“Pissing off cabbies is the New York state sport,” Sam pointed out. “It’s got a great motto.”
“Yeah?” Carol asked, grinning. “What would that be?”
“I’m WALKING here!” Sam yelled at the sky.
“I regret introducing you two,” Steve said.