A collision in the park
Pairing: Steve, Sam Bucky x Reader
“Is there a reason we run the same path every morning?” Buck sighs as they trail around another pond in Central Park.
“What is wrong with my path?” Steve asks as they make their way down the path.
“Nothing. Nothing.” Buck shakes his head and Steve chuckles at him as they push on.
Typical morning jog, it was something she always did. Some people were just creators of habit, coffee as soon as their eyes open, some people eat frosting out of the container when they’re having bad days, other people never try new foods. This was her habit. A morning jog put everything in order for a good day. At least it should have. She pushes on down her normal path, turning up the volume on her IPod, coming up on the bridge to cross the pond.
Sam heard it before he saw them, “Behind us, on the left.” He almost smirked. Steve and Buck glanced behind them and started moving over.
“Bikers thinking they own the whole path.” Buck grumped.
“Can’t handle a few bikers Buck?” Steve questioned with a crocked grin.
“I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone actually.” Buck smirked back.
“Not to interrupt, but anyone see what is about to happen up ahead?” Sam points forward.
Steve, Bucky, and Sam all slow and see it. A (Y/H/C) is looking down at her IPod as the cyclist head right for her, without hesitation they all picked up speed cutting off the path in hopes to get to her faster. Putting all their soldier training and some super soldier training into moving as quick as they can, Buck decides to try getting her attention.
She’s picking her next song, cursing herself for not making that stupid ‘jogging’ playlist her roommate keeps telling her to make. Faintly she swears she can hear someone yelling, are the drunks of NYC even out this early. She looks up just as what looks like an arm flashes right in front of her across her chest and yanks her backwards off her feet.
Her body collides with his and they hit the ground as the group of cyclist whip right past where she was had been jogging.
Ripping out her earbuds she looks up, “Miss are you okay?” A tall blonde is looking down at you offering you a reassuring hand.
“Ummm…” She looks around there is three of them, a dark skinned, tall, and kind looking name is looking down at the man next to her. He’s large, dark haired, and looking quite embarrassed.
“Dang Buck I didn’t think you were going to take her down.” He laughed as the man pushed himself up from the ground.
She takes his hand and he pulls her to her feet, “Again Ma’am I’m so sorry.” Steve apologizes again, looking at Buck and Sam.
“My apologizes doll.” Buck says finally coming face to face with the woman he had taken down. She was brushing the grass and dirt off her legging things. When she finally turned to face him she smiled at him
“Well thank you for the tackle.” She gave a smile and small giggle. “If you hadn’t been so kind to take me down I might have become road kill for those cyclist.” She grinned and rolled her eyes. “They think they own the whole damn path.”
Steve and Sam both exchanged a look and raised eyebrow.
Buck gave a smile “Yes they do, and they don’t care what poor small things they run down either.”
“Thinking I might need to start carrying a big stick with me, take one out as pay back.” She smirked.
“Now that would only be fair.” Bucky smiled.
Aside from some grass stains and a few small bruises, she assured the three gentlemen that she was okay and able to make it home. She even promised to keep an eye out for anymore cyclist, “Maybe I’ll keep my earbuds out this time. Case anyone else tries to flag me down.” She smirked and pocketed her headphones and IPod. She shook their hands and when she said goodbye to the man who took her down to save her from being ran down, she gave him a hug instead. “Thank you again.” She turned and started her way home, only looking back once at the strange men that came to her rescue in central park. The three men she wouldn’t soon forget and slightly hoped she would see again one day.