When it rains

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Who: Brock Rumlow & Sam Wilson
When: Pre-HYDRA reveal
What: STRIKE team training. Sam is a new recruit and Rumlow breaks him in. Literally?
Warnings: Uniform smut.


STRIKE had been assigned three weeks to Camp Lehigh, abandoned or not for training. They had two new guys and were rotated through the schedule to have time off for both team-building and tactical training, which was old hat for most of them being the veterans of the group. It was more to test out the new kids on and integrate the pair in without the pressure of highly sensitive mission details and objectives. It was also a chance to see how the pair would fit in with the true objectives of their mission, which had little to do with SHIELD mandates.

A week and a half in and Rumlow had taken a personal interest in one of the two recruits, as was his right and position as captain to do so. Rollins took over the other man as second in line, an agreement that had come between them with a game of rock-paper-scissors and a punch to the gut. Rumlow had won, of course, so he picked Samuel Wilson, ex-pararescue from the military.

Wilson was one of the few guys that he had ever seen basically fly over the air at a dead sprint, and it was impressive. The guy cut an impressive figure in a STRIKE uniform too, and he'd drawn Wilson off from the group shining weapons in the barracks to practice some hand-to-hand combat in the yard that was secluded. Rumlow liked very few men who weren't veterans but Wilson was alright, the kind of guy who he'd only punch for fun rather than meaning it for real.

Then the sky had opened up in the middle of their training session and sent a deluge down upon them. By the time he decided that throwing each other in the mud wasn't the way to go, they were soaked to the bone, black uniforms clinging to their bodies and his hair looking messy and clinging to his forehead and cheeks. He smirked as he licked rain from his lips and ran his fingers through his hair to push it back from getting into his eyes.

"Race you back to the barracks," he said and immediately took off sprinting and splashing across the grounds. He had a head start but knew that it wouldn't last; Wilson had some legs on the guy.

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[airfoil]

Couldn't fly anymore, so the best thing he had was running.

Sam had barely been discharged from the Air Force for three months before he was contacted by SHIELD. In truth, there'd been a phone call soon after he got back from Afghanistan but the hard, listless feeling of the EXO project being completely discontinued without any hope for it starting up again and the long slog of his second tour working as a normal pararescue had him sick of the protocol, the stakes and a hungry-slow food chain.

Turned out that three months was just about as much time as he needed become completely bored out of his mind. So when SHIELD came making the rounds again with an opportunity on a special Ops team, he didn't jump for it but he did proceed warily forward.

STRIKE wasn't too bad. They had their hazing same as any other unit and they hit hard as he was finding out with every hand-to-hand training session but everything was efficient, order was kept and kept strictly. He wouldn't say it was something of a relief aloud, but it was after the listless wandering in an apartment that didn't feel like home again and the barracks back overseas that held too many haunting memories.

He figured it was a good sign that he'd gotten Rumlow's attention. There was no fuss in being pulled away from yet another spit-shine session. Out in the open they went at it hard, barely noting the downpour that started aside from adjusting to the slip of mud around their boots. He'd been thrown down twice at least, done the same once in return when Rumlow came up short. Sam wiped a slide of rain from the side of his mouth with a damp patch of his STRIKE uniform sleeve.

Did I wear you out-?

The taunt was just about out of his lips before Rumlow was issuing another challenge and taking off. Sam was left scrambling to grab his discarded jacket, swiped as he started following after and pushing a burst of energy into his stride.

Rumlow got the lead but Sam closed it, his grin bright in the bruised overcast above as he passed. "On your right."