"Not everything," Steve said through a yawn, though he didn't fully disagree. Living life to the fullest before they went off to war. Yeah, he could get behind that. He smiled and patted Rumlow on the back, then quickly dropped off to sleep.

The following day was pure hell. Even Peggy was driven to yelling at Steve as he struggled to keep up though his lungs burned and his body ached. He was grateful to get to bed that night, and the next, but after a couple of weeks, as they drew closer to the end of their stint in training, he knew there was one thing he absolutely had to do.

So the night after he fell on that dummy grenade, just after lights out, instead of sliding into bed and hoping Rumlow would join him for a few kisses after dark, he prodded the other man in the shoulder. "I want to go out," he whispered.