[CLOSED TO disassembling - Not really a vacation

[whatsfondue]

Las Vegas had changed quite a bit in the last 70 years. The last time he was here this was only a back water town, a pit stop on the USO tour on their way west. Now it was an entire city that catered to tourists. Steve wandered around among the flashy buildings and (mostly) gaudily dressed tourists in the strip, looking for signs that matched the descriptions in the report he was given for HYDRA.

Nothing. Nothing that stood out to him of course.

Usually something like this was best assigned to Natasha or Clint, but Clint was on medical leave, and he'd been outvoted when it came to another mission that Bucky and Natasha had left on a day before he'd left. Thor and Bruce wasn't even considered and Tony had meetings Ms. Potts had said he was not allowed to get out of unless it was a global emergency. Tony had clapped on on the back and told him to go wild, which Steve had rolled his eyes at. He shook his head at a poster advertising spa and massages and decided to find somewhere quieter for lunch away from the main strip.

Of course, it was on his way out that he spotted a familiar face, a HYDRA agent they'd been on the lookout for the last few months. Of course Steve will put off his lunch to follow. And of course, something will go wrong and the last Steve remembered was feeling a pinch at the back of his neck and then blacking out

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[whatsfondue]

There was always sex, but that distracted him as well as Bucky. It'll be hard to think up rules when his brains (not to mention the rest of him) feels like melted goo. "So little faith in my abilities." He said dryly. Unlike Bucky, win or lose these little games, Steve was content enough to see Bucky engaged and happy instead of the uncertain quiet and distance just months before.

He was well aware that if he even slowed down just a little bit Bucky will catch up again. So he pushed himself to top speed as fast as possible, determined not to be distracted from this race again short of enemy attack. He took the next turn of the road without looking back and depended on his hearing to check how far Bucky was behind him. Just one more turn, he told himself, and then the finish line. If he kept going like this, he should have no problems winning.

[disassembling]

He put everything that he had into his legs, but it seemed to him that Steve's longer stride made up the difference even as he closed a bit of the difference. He knew that he would lose some of his stride if he tried to bend the rules by picking up a rock to toss at Steve's back. He instead sprinted as hard as he could, his feet hitting with relative quiet from years of spending his life ghosting around.

He was slowly closing the distance between them, but they made the last turn and there was still significant difference left that separated their sprint. He huffed noisily just to let Steve know he was there, but in the end, he couldn't make up the difference between their stride lengths and Steve ended up winning. Next time, he promised himself.

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[windowbuster]

Steve wasn't concerned with stealth at all, at least not this time. And Bucky will beat him in a contest of stealth any time. His feet pound the pavement with force as he pushes himself to top speed, a wild grin on his face as he makes the last corner and across their agreed-upon finish line, only letting himself slow down afterwards. "I win~" He laughed out loud cheerfully, his face lighting with exuberance.

"Satisfied?" He asked, a bit cheekily. No doubt Bucky would insist on a rematch tomorrow, he could tell from the look on his friend's face. But today, the win was his.

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[disassembling]

He pounded after Steve, but the other super-soldier's stride was longer and the race was over before he could pound his legs hard enough to eat up enough ground. Steve won, and he narrowed his eyes and puffed out his cheeks a little. He would insist on a rematch; tomorrow he would challenge again and leave out some of the ground game.

"For tonight," he growled but relented to allow Steve the glory of the first win. He moved over to stand next to his friend, stretching his arms. "We'll do this again tomorrow night, and the victory will be mine."