Sunday Afternoon, Near the Causeway

Steve had spent, at Bucky's flailing behest, Saturday hanging out in his basement. He'd drawn, he'd gotten his syllabus in order, he'd done about a thousand push-ups...it hadn't been too bad, actually. But he'd gotten sick of being cooped up, and he was pretty sure Bucky would've dragged Natasha out of town as soon as the convention was over, so here he was, out for a run.

Occasionally, Steve miscalculated.

((Yeah pretend this was posted earlier? I sort of...fell asleep.))

Office Hours, All Day Monday

Steve sat behind his desk, staring into space and feeling kind of...lost. There was something he should be doing, he was sure of it, he just wasn't sure what it was. No agents of SHIELD had showed up yet, so Natasha was keeping her word, at least.