As the sunshine beamed through your window you turned to your watch and smiled. 6:12am.

You quickly dressed and rushed downstairs.

'Petal? Where are you going? You don't have work until 9am' Your fathers voice was authoritative and questioning. You looked over to see him lounging in his arm chair. A packet of cigarettes and a bottle of whisky on the table. Your father drank and smoked like a sailor, you knew it was a coping mechanism to cope with his PTSD, he was never aggressive or violent with you and for that you considered yourself lucky, but you still felt an ache in your heart seeing your father resort to such measures for relief.

'I'm going to go on a run with Steve, I'm trying to whip him into shape...be enlisted' You try to explain carefully, not to trigger anything.

You can see this caught your fathers attention as he inhaled before coughing on the cigarette in his mouth. You wait for him to say something negative, but when he catches his breath all he manages is 'You're a great friend to him my Petal.' You chuckle a little with relief. You prance over to him, planting a kiss on his forehead before heading out the door.

'Steven Grant Rogers get that ass out of bed right now!' You enter his house and shout as loud as you can.

You hear footsteps hurrying downstairs and you see Steve stood in-front of you in just some pyjama bottoms, running the sleep out of his eyes and yawning. Seeing him topless made you instantly gulp. His frame was thing but you studied his collarbones and chest, the faintest outline of abs on his lower stomach barely showing but you still noticed them, you notice the scar under his right peck and you couldn't help but smile a little before blushing. Steve had got the scar from riding bikes when you were 9, you were racing eachother down your quiet little street, seeing who was the fastest, Steve was quick and you tried to keep up but you struggled for balance on the bike. You accidentally wobbled the handles, swivelling into Steve, his small body flew into a tree and a branch caught him, tearing the skin. You remember rushing Steve back to your house. Your dad cleaned up the wound and told him the scar made him look manly. Steve wiped the tear from his eye and give your dad a proud smile. You remember him telling that story to everyone who every called him a 'boy' he would lift his shirt revealing the scar and saying 'no, look, I'm a man!' You we're both young and you laughed everytime. Looking back on the memory now it was adorable how much Steve admired your fathers words. Even now, whenever they spoke, you could see Steve really paying attention to every little detail your father said, no matter what the topic of conversation was. You were forever grateful to Steve for that. Your father had always wanted a son.

'What's going on? Do you know what time it is Daisy?' Steve said sluggishly.

'Well good morning to you too! Get ready, I'm taking you on a run! You want to be a soldier right? Time to train like one Captain!' You exclaim. Putting your hands on your hips to assert your dominance.

Steve's eyes meet yours and you riser your eyebrows at him, as if to say yes I'm serious now move it. Steve shakes his head and laughs at you before heading back upstairs to get changed.

As you both run you try to quicken the pace little by little, but still making sure Steve could keep up to your pace.

'I forgot you use to run all the time' Steve groans as he struggles to match your rhythm.

'Nothing better than a morning run' You laugh as you turn around and run backwards, talking back to Steve who's dragging himself along.

'What're you doing today?' You try to keep up conversation as you run, seeing if he can keep control of his breathing and stamina all at once.

'Collapsing after you kill me off, can we take a break?' Steve pleads.

You shake your head 'Soldiers don't have breaks'

Steve rolls his eyes. 'Why're you doing this?'

'I'm being the supportive bestfriend!' You put your hands up defensively, but laughing playfully.

'You just want to watch me suffer' Steve cries out.

You stop running and Steve falls onto the pavement, hunching over as he gasps for breath.

'Yeah...that too' You tease. You rub his back for him as he breathes heavily, in through the nose and out through the mouth.

'Three miles, I'm proud of you ' You smile sweetly at him.

He stands up and looks at you. Sweat pouring from his face. 'It's not good enough though...is it?'

You bite your lip and he sighs.

'We will get there, I studied the criteria you need to meet for your training test, it's in six weeks. I'll get you into shape, I promise you' You give him a salute and he gives you one back.

You walk back to your houses and you turn back to him 'I have work, meet me at the diner after my shift? My treat, I'll get you a milkshake'

Steve nods 'Can I bring Bucky?'

You frown at him for a minute before giving in 'Fine, but if he's still bitter that I beat him at monopoly his milkshake is being tipped over his head!'

Steve laughs and nods 'I'll give him the warning'

Just as you go to walk into your front door Steve calls out for you. Your heart flutters to the sound of your name rolling off his tongue. You turn back to face him.

'Thankyou...for helping me' He smiles warmly.

'You won't be thanking me in the morning when your legs are like jelly, see you tonight' You grin at him before heading inside.

'How was your run Petal?' Your father calls out almost instantly the moment the door shuts.

'Good, three miles, he will get there' You say efficiently, heading into the kitchen and starting on breakfast for you both. You make your father a strong coffee, wasn't your ideal choice for him but it was better than whisky, you handed it to him along with some scrambled eggs on toast. You sat opposite him and ate together. The perfect morning.

'You really believe in him, don't you?' Your father asks as you tuck into breakfast.

You think about it for a moment. Eventhough you already knew the answer, you look up to meet your fathers gaze. He was watching you carefully 'Yeah..I really do' You beam back.