SamBucky/WinterFalcon Oneshots!

Losing Focus

(This will be an Avengers tower type fanfic where everyone is alive and 'happily' coexisting in Avengers tower. Sam will still be Captain America in this because I want him to be, and all the cute boat fixing stuff and the cookout still happened)

Sam's POV

Even when I wasn't living in the Avengers Tower, I'd always start my mornings off with a run to get my blood flowing. It was nice to be able to breathe in that fresh air and push myself, to unclog my mind and focus on the day's events. The only bad part is that they've been wanting me to run on the personalized track they had built, not outside where passersby could spot me. I told myself it wasn't because of some racist reason, but the growing number of fatal shootings in the area told me a different story.

Nonetheless, I do love being Captain America. I wouldn't have been able to push myself that far, to really take the leap, if it weren't for Bucky, though. He's a part of my inspiration, as are my adorable nephews. I want to create a better world for them, one where they don't have to worry about being shot at school or even laying in bed. A world where racist bigots were sidelined and equality was preferred.

But because of all of this added pressure, and my stupid inability to stop checking the news...I've heard a lot of unfavorable things about me. That I'm not good enough to be Cap, that I haven't earned it, that I could never live up to his legendary status, that I am too weak...because I'm no super-soldier. I'm just a man with a mission, to make the world a better place for everyone.

I've started increasing the amount of time spent working out and lessening my time with others. No one really uses the Avengers Tower gym anyway, not when they have the power of a God or are already highly skilled. They go out every day and kick ass, while I'm trying to even reach half of what they have.

So I'm off to the gym again, after eating a quick breakfast and chugging a Gatorade. Normally, I'm the only one in there, having the room to myself, but today...Bucky was in their lifting weights. What he has to improve, I have no idea, he's a super soldier and can already lift about eight hundred pounds or more. But he's there, and he's sweaty and zoned out but pressing four hundred pounds. 

To be honest, him being here at all throws me off my game. The only time I work out with others in here is when me and Nat spar so I can test my reaction times and fighting skills.

I put in my earbuds, blasting music so I can tune the world out. If anybody needs me, especially Tony, they can just hack my earbuds or wave their hands in front of my face. So for the time being, I can pretend I'm alone and push myself to the limit.

Two hundred pushups, stretch, use resistance bands to test my strength, fifty pull-ups, ten sets on the leg press machine, ten sets on the calf machine, ten sets of five different weights on the bench press, and lastly twenty sets on the functional trainer. Easy for any God or super soldier, almost impossible for a physically fit mortal man.  

So I push myself, day in and day out, fighting crime and saving lives, working myself to the bone. But for the past week whenever I walk into the training room, Bucky is always there. Every time he sees me now he greets me with a sympathetic smile, which makes me want to go insane because no one should feel sympathy for me! I'm pushing myself to the brink because it's what I need to be the best Captain America I can...

"Sam, we need to talk," He says to me as I'm doing my calf exercises on the machine.

I pretend to not hear him. He walks fully into view, sweaty, hair touseled and a mess, but still looking like he could woo every person in the world if he wanted to. What makes me stop, however, is the fact that he's in a muscle shirt, and everything is super defined, giving me a nice glimpse into his frame.