[I have done it winchester-soldier I didn't let my dreams just be dreams!]

Sam has to stay in shape, because with all the bad guys running around, he has to be able to chase them. And he can't always count on his suit, so every morning, before the sun comes up, he goes to Central Park and runs laps.

But the thing is, Steve and Bucky like to join in every once in a while.

"On your left!" Steve shouts, passing Sam with no effort at all.

"On your right!" Bucky speeds up to Steve, grinning.

"Hilarious," Sam mutters, glaring at the back of their heads.

They slow down enough to match Sam's pace, Bucky cupping a hand over his lips and says loudly, "Aaanndd our last runner finally crosses the finish line!"

"Yay," Steve reaches into his pocket and tosses a hand full of confetti into the air.

"You may be the last in the race but you're a champion in our hearts," Bucky continues happily, brushing a strand of hair out of his face that had escaped his ponytail.

"I hate you guys," Sam huffs, having to slow it down because his lungs are burning and he isn't even halfway done. Sucks having super soldier friends who don't even break a sweat after a few miles.

"So tell me, Sam, how does it feel being slower than two 95 year olds?" Steve asks smugly, and that's when Sam snaps.

"Fuck you guys!" He roars, shoving Steve to the side and sprints ahead. He lasts one minute before he breaks down, coughing and sputtering to breath.