Captain America, Hulk

Steve Rogers had just gone running around the Washington Monument with Falcon Sam Wilson, lapping him more than a dozen times. His tight white tee shirt was soaked through with sweat, which ran down the faintly visible, taut contours of his powerful chest and perfect back muscles. It was incredibly sexy, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and face. His footsteps were not heavy as he climbed the stairs.