Steve watched Slade carefully, trying to determine what the older man was thinking. He had a good idea, going off of what he had been living with the past few years whenever someone new met him (like the countless dames Bucky tried to get to date him, double dates usually ended with Bucky having one on each arm and Steve leaving early). Steve watched as Slade looked at a sheet of paper. He didn't know what was on it, but whatever it was it couldn't have been that bad as Slade smiled upon reading it. Clearly not his medical history then.<br/><br/>When the older man's attention turned to Steve, he snapped to attention, hanging on every word Slade said. Endurance training? Well, Steve was already screwed. He hoped Slade wasn't expecting much from the guy who could get winded going up a flight of stairs. Hurrying to his feet, Steve followed the man out, casting a wary glance at the track as they approached. He heard the instructions given to him and nodded his understanding. Steve hoped he wasn't timed, or at least that he wouldn't have to complete the course in a certain time. That he would surely fail. He got into position and waited for the signal to begin. He was determined to do this, determined to prove himself to this man if it killed him!