"Get up." Steve said firmly as he practically threw Armin out of the bed who could only rub his eyes.

"What time is it?" Armin groaned as he tried to get up. His exhaustion stuck onto him like glue.

"Time to get up. Grab a bite to eat and probably a coffee because we got a lot of work ahead of us."

"Oh dear..." Armin mumbled as quickly gathered everything he would be needing. Judging from how Cap was treating this, he wouldn't be surprised at all if he wanted him to do a few hundred laps around the track. Speaking of which...

"Alright Armin. So we did only a few miles yesterday. Today, I want you to run, and run, and run until physically, you cannot go any more. I want your everything. Your 110%. Understand?"

"Yes..." Armin muttered as he grabbed his things and got ready. He looked back at Steve who had his shield like usual, and had a few strange sacks of flour slung over his shoulder. Whatever the reason, he didn't know. All he did know was that this would be one hell of a day for him.

[Ponyville track 7:30 AM]

"Did you hear about the new guy in town?" Pipsqueak asked a friend as they walked to through town.

"No, tell me about it." Archer asked.

"He beat Rainbow Dash in a footrace. Can you believe it?! She's one of the best runners in... in Equestria! And she was beaten by this... I actually don't know what he was... all they say was that he walked on two legs and was wearing some blue jacket thing that..."

"Like that?" Archer asked as she pointed at the main with the shield and several sacks of flour.

"Oh my gosh... this is so cool! Do you think we can get an autograph or something?! Maybe he can teach us how to run and..."

"What's going on here?" Scootaloo asked as she passed by the two foals. "What's up?"

"You know that guy who beat Rainbow Dash in a footrace?"

"What?! Someone beat Rainbow Dash in a foot race?! That's impossible! No one is faster than her! On the ground or in the skies!"

"Well looks like someone is faster on the ground now." The colt said as he stared at Cap in awe. "He sure is a big guy."

"He beat Rainbow Dash? I don't believe it."

"Well he did. And you should believe it.... I think Featherweight should have taken a picture or something... maybe?"

Behind them, the bushes rustled a bit as a camera's flash went off. So probably... yes. Of course, there really wouldn't be any need for assumptions being tossed around as Featherweight himself emerged from the bushes in which he was stalking hiding in.

"So... yes... Rainbow Dash did get beat. Pretty badly too actually." Featherweight said as he looked through the pictures he had took. "And I was there actually at the end of it all, the guy said he wasn't trying."

"No way. More like Rainbow Dash wasn't trying!" Scootaloo replied as he watched the newcomer arrive at the track and found a tree. Making a hand gesture to his shorter companion to begin running while he hung one of the sacks of flour a top the tree.

"What do you think he's doing?" Archer asked as she watched Cap find a strong spot upon said tree. He took a position behind it and held his... hooves? Hands? Up and curled them. Taking ready, he swung a swing at the sack.

"Is he punching a sack of flour?" Pipsqueak asked shaking his head.

"The guys just a total weirdo. C'mon guys, let's get out of here... guys?"

No one moved. They were all watching as Cap swung at the sack for a few times, swinging a barrage of one-inch punches. After a few moments of this, he put his fist back a few miles and hit the sack once. Not only did the chains break, but the tree did too, the sheer force of the blow sending the sack of flour straight into the tree, snapping it in half like it was a twig.

"Whoa..." Featherweight awed as he took a quick picture and began scribbling down notes. "He's strong..."

"C'mon, we should see this..." Archer exclaimed as she took a closer look at Cap, who was taking a look around for a sturdier tree to practice on. "Hey mister..."

"Yeah what?" The man replied nonchalantly, as though he wasn't talking to a bunch of small, rainbow colored foals.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Knock a tree down!" Scootaloo exclaimed impatiently. "How did you do that?"

"Practice." Cap replied as he found his other tree and hung the sack of flour and tested it. Hopefully this one wouldn't break. "To be honest, I wasn't trying to knock the tree down."

"Well.. how did you?"

"Lacking a bit of discipline." Cap replied as he took more hits at the flour, careful not to break the sack lest it snows him with the grain within. "I don't normally try to break things."

"May I ask... what are you?" Pipsqueak began, careful not to offend the big guy.

"Just a human." Rogers replied as he took another hit. This time, when he swung the finishing blow, the chains of the sack broke, but the tree did not. Good. Taking the moment, he hung up his last sack and moved a few feet back and took out his shield.

"Why are you here?" Scootaloo asked a bit hostilely.

"They involve a big dragon the other day tried burning this place down. Anymore of it's kind come here then I'll be....."

The roar made his blood turn into ice as he looked up into the sky. There was no mistaking of it. Up in the clouds, was the shape of a large dragon.

"Oh no..." Cap said to himself as he grabbed his shield and his pistol from it's holster. There was no doubt that it had saw him, as he saw the head turn straight for him as it readied to dive bomb like a Stuka fighter finding it's target. "Run..."

"What? Why? It's just a..."

"DO AS I SAY." Cap yelled like a pissed off drill sergeant. The foals scattered in less than ten seconds flat as the dragon closed it's gap. "ARMIN!"

He saw it too, and was busy trying to do... get... something... he hadn't come armed. This wasn't good.

Cap hoped that the dragon's attention would only be on him. Crouching down, he raised his shield up and pointed his gun. Sweat beads formed off his head as he got himself ready for the massive wave of fire that came shooting towards him. Even with his bracing and preparation, the sheer heat of the flames engulfed the shield and the area around it, licking at his more exposed areas. Kevlar, while being ample protection against bullets and such, would do little to stop the flames from giving him burns.

The flames stopped and he saw the dragon flying away, as though finding new interest within the local town. He would have to do something about this as a single building was set on fire. Sprinting after the beast, Cap fired his gun, hoping that he'd at least draw it's attention back to him. Unfortunately for him, 9mm rounds didn't exactly do much against the armored hide of a dragon. He could only try to catch up and hope that no one would be roasted alive. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Armin running for a certain building...

"Where's the royal guard?!" Mayor Mare panicked over the sound of the din as she saw the large dragon crush an unfortunate wagon, to her horror, she saw the massive jaws of the lizard clasp around it's owner who was too slow to get away, and for every horrible moment, witnessed the dragon devour the pony whole, the screaming... the screaming...

"We don't know! They probably don't even know what's going on!" Her assistant sobbed as she watched the dragon set fire to another building. The plaza was full of ponies and buildings, many would be trapped by the rubble and the chaos with no feasible way out lest they get scorched or eaten.

Perhaps then when various pieces of a broken cart was throne straight at the dragon's head, it couldn't have been better timed. The Mayor watched as the human referred to as "Steve Rogers" bolted through. The dragon's attention diverted.

"Come Mayor! Now's our chance!" Her assistant called as she dragged her boss away, the mayor never once taking her eyes off of Cap rushing the dragon, armed with nothing but a pistol and a shield. The flames threatening to swallow him whole as he pressed onward.

Something caught the Captain's eye over the massive inferno of the flames... movement. Up on the houses... to his surprise, it was Armin. But it wasn't just that, he had with him a massive bundle of colorful cloth and was hauling it straight to where the dragon was. He gave it a single push.

Cloth in Equestria, like pretty much everywhere else, was highly flammable. Multi-colored cloth was also vision impairing for rather obvious reasons when thrown over one's head. You can probably imagine the predicament the dragon found itself in when it was not only blinded, but bathed it's own head in it's own flames. Of course, being a dragon, it was resistant to such things as flames, but the sheer intensity of the flames blinded it temporality, most likely what Armin was counting on because he had started shouting things that from the distance, was incomprehensible to Cap. Nevertheless, he knew what to do.

Charging forward, the captain jumped straight onto one of the wings, with a mighty blow form his shield, the sound of bone splitting echoed throughout ponyville plaza. Hopefully that would keep it down. Kicking away the burning cloth (which was a far more difficult and tedious task than it sounded), Steve would have a clear shot straight at the dragon's head as jumped right on and raised his shield, the first blow creating a massive echo throughout the entire plaza. The second would yield him the sound of scales breaking apart and an agonized roar. It was then when the dragon attempted to chance flying to get it's tormentor off it's head, it's injured wing would only aid in it's own torture as it refused to flap correctly, after only a few feet in the air, the monster collapsed from exhaustion and from pain. Steve would only need one blow.

Wiping off brains and blood from himself, the captain took a moment to look around at the awed and frightened stares. But as the adrenaline rush faded and the numbing subsided, it would be replaced by some scorching pain coming off from various areas of his body. He needed to rest for a moment. Perhaps comically, he pulled himself down on the nearest bench and just simply sat down, as if he was a jogger who had just finished a really long run.

That was when the cheering started.

Author's Notes:

I have just come to the conclusion that my photoshopping skills are so bad, that they should be a crime against humanity. That being said, I realized I might need a guy to design a new cover because it just totally SUCKS.

Anyways, if anyone could point me in the right direction, that'd be really appreciated.