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"You know," Sam says as he spots the paparazzi, "I'm beginning to miss the time where I was a nobody."
"No..." Steve groans, dropping his head into his hands. "How'd they find us so fast?"
"I don't know," Sam says, setting down his fork, "but we should probably get going before we're surrounded."
Steve takes Sam's hand, linking their fingers together, "Sam... This isn't how I hoped this would go. I'm sorry."
"Me neither," he sighs, giving Steve's hand a small squeeze.
"What do you say we turn lunch into a run across the rooftops?" Steve says, grinning.
Sam groans.
