Ok so I hope this chapter is more fun to read since the other have been boring 💙
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The screen showed;

Sam Wilson is jogging around Washington, D.C. when Steve quickly catches up to him and runs past him.

Steve Rogers: On your left.

(as Sam continues to jog Steve comes around again quickly after doing another lap.)

Steve Rogers: On your left.

Sam Wilson: Uh-huh, on my left. Got it.

J felt an unfamiliar warmth bubble in his chest as the two men interacted on the screen- Steve and this unknown man seemed to already have the chemistry of best friends. The other captives had chuckled over their friend and the man- it seemed that even though they had been in screen for merely 10 seconds the humans had already taken a liking to the newly introduced man.

J found himself thinking the man would be that one annoying person that you were stuck with no matter what- like a small fly that buzzed close to your ear- but he also found himself thinking that this man seemed to be someone that would care (not that he would know anything about care).

Hydra made him into a weapon so he could destroy his missions without effort- he could befriend anyone even if he wanted to, he shouldn't even be able to feel these emotions, let alone act on them.

He had to shake his head to rid himself of the thoughts, he hated that he loved the fact that he was able to think freely and not have their rough accented voices torment him in his thoughts.

(as Sam is still jogging Steve comes around again from behind him from another lap.)

Sam Wilson: Don't say it! Don't you say it!

Steve Rogers: On your left!

Sam Wilson: Come on!

By the time the team had finished their amused laughing Steve's face was as read as a traffic light and that same warmth from earlier quickly latched onto the assassins vocal chords and ripped out a strained chuckle- too quiet to be heard but loud enough that J had turned his face down in unmatched embarrassment. He didn't know why, he knew the only person that was even aware he could talk was himself and the weird trench coat guy who had disappeared.

(Sam gets angry and tries to catch up to him but only after a few seconds he's unable to carry and stops to rest.)

(as Sam is resting, catching his breath sitting by a tree Steve walks over to him.)

Steve Rogers: Need a medic?

Tony looked over at Steve with a fake shocked look. "Did- did Cap just use, sarcasm? Did he freely joke towards someone he's never met before? Is the world coming to an end? Where are the answers to these questions?" The man said with a shake of his head and his voice raised to that perfect annoyingly mocking pitch, at the blond who was glaring at him- he seemed to be used to the teasing tone and the mocking that came with Tony (it radiated off of him in waves)

"I can use sarcasm, Stark. I'll have you know I was one of the most sarcastic in the war." Steve snarled, bemused at Tony.

J didn't want to assume anything but the way that Tony was speaking to Steve reminded him of the way his handlers would talk to him, mocking and falsely sympathetic- until they got bored and tortured him for hours on end. The thought made him flinch lightly however he knew that Tony's was meant with good heart.

(Sam laughs.)

Sam Wilson: I need a new set of lungs. Dude, you just ran like 13 miles in 30 minutes.

Steve Rogers: I guess I got a late start.

Sam Wilson: Oh, really? You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take another lap.

J ogled the pair as Tony looked over at Steve again. "I like this dude." The man stated he had a slight smile- it was fond and reminiscent. "Who is he?"

Steve shrugged. "I've never met this man in my life and the guy had said we were here to watch the future, therefore I'm going to take a guy that I'll know him in the further. So can we continue to watch, or do you have any more questions?"The blond questioned off, it had seemed the slightest bit rude to the assassin- the words had obviously been  felt the same way as Tony had (and Tony had gathered that too going by the look on his face) but with the whole 'innocent American patriot' thing Steve had going for him had amplified the meaning behind the words.

The Natasha woman that had been staring him the whole time- was in fact still staring- she looked away at some parts to see what was happening on the screen but her steely gaze hadn't changed in ferocity. J wasn't intimidated by it- kind of annoyed but he appreciated that she wasn't as relaxed as everyone else was. Especially when there was a potential threat nearby.

(He hesitates for a moment before saying sarcastically.)

Sam Wilson: Did you just take it? I assumed you just took it.

Tony seemed the most comfortable out of them all, it was almost certain as he cracked up at nearly every scene that has happened at the moment. Thor also seemed to find the humour in everything- it didn't look like he understood everything that was said but he was smart enough to gather what was being talked about- J had to watch out for the man if they were to attack, he had the whole fake dumb scheme going on- he was trying to hide his intelligence. It was respectable. "Oh, he's definitely gonna be my favourite in this movie thing, for sure." Stark concluded, still laughing.

Steve Rogers: What unit you with?

Sam Wilson: 58, Pararescue. But now I'm working down at the VA.

(Sam lifts hand to shake)

Sam Wilson: Sam Wilson.

"A name to go with the Hanson face- finally!" Exclaimed Clint smiling widely (he was the most happy with the information) and earning a disapproving glance from Natasha.

J found himself glancing over at her a few times only to see her eyes locked onto any movement he does- he was disturbed and annoyed but said nothing

"It's nice to know the guy's name and with him being a friend in the future, I'm ready to see how he does with all the added weight on his shoulders- he's friends with a super soldier now so it seems." Steve said, grinning slightly.

(Steve gives Sam a hand to rise.)

Steve Rogers: Steve Rogers.

Sam Wilson: Yeah I kind of put that together. Must have freaked you out coming home after the whole defrosting thing.

Defrosting? Why would he be defrosting- he seemed to have (not only) all his memories but he had some age lines too. Hydra could of done it to him otherwise he wouldn't be here (the assassin took back the last statement as quickly as he though it because obviously he was here to).That would explain the feeling the assassin had, he seemed to know him and if he was also freezes there was a chance that they knew each other in the past.

Steve Rogers: It takes some getting used to. It's good to meet you, Sam.

(as Steve turns to leave.)

Sam Wilson: It's your bed, right?

Steve Rogers: What's that?

Sam Wilson: Your bed, it's too soft. When I was over there I'd sleep on the ground and use rock for pillows, like a caveman. Now I'm home, lying in my bed, and it's like...

Steve Rogers: Lying on a marshmallow. Feel like I'm gonna sink right to the floor

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Another short chapter but it's a little late and it's pretty obvious that I cannot follow a schedule for the life of me so:
Expect disappointment and you won't be disappointed. (Basically don't expect to much from me)