Morning at the National Mall

[notapilot]

The barest hint of dawn is touching the white marble of the National Mall as Sam runs along the reflecting pool. He loves getting out this early, when the walkways and streets are nearly deserted and he can be alone with his thoughts; especially on days packed with back to back sessions. He also loves the history of the town, history so thick you can breath it in, though what else would you expect from the epicenter of America? Here, even the most jaded can believe in the dream of America. Here, you can feel the potential and responsibility of the true American Dream.

At least he can. Your milage may vary.

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[notapilot]

Sam leans over his knees and cocks his head to the side to see who's driving when the car pulls up. He just manages to keep from dropping his jaw. Damn, Captain America and Black Widow? And damn, she's hot. They both are really. No one is going to believe this.

"Have a good day at the office," he says and waves to both Steve and Natasha.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gets into the car and sends Sam a wave goodbye.

"Can't run everywhere."

[notapilot]

"Pshew, like you couldn't out run this baby."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs, Natasha guns the engine a little, and off they go.