.accidents happen
Ingrained habits are hard to shake. Captain has a few, most of then nasty and a little self-destructive, but they’re his and he probably isn’t going to look into righting them anytime soon.
One habit that isn’t completely bad stems from childhood, a father dedicated to the military and absolute physical perfection drags his son out every morning, every other evening, for punishments, for some kind of sick and twisted fun, to exercise.
They would go to the gym. They jog around the block over and over and over again. He learned just how to push himself to the brink. Captain learned where the brink was.
And sometimes he crosses it.
The halls are empty at this time in the morning and his t-shirt is sticking to his back and god, was his ankle throbbing.
This is what he gets. This is exactly what he gets for drinking late and trying to sweat through a hangover the morning after.
A sprained ankle.
“Only me.” Captain hisses, taking another limping step, small and wincing with a hand braced heavily on the wall.
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