Captain Steve Rogers | Captain America (
thestarspangledman) wrote2012-10-29 11:24 pm
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backdated a couple days, after his conversation with Charles
[Onscreen, there is a very recognizable shield. --Well, to be exact, it's the side of that shield, before a rag is quickly swiped over it and Steve adjusts the camera angle. Scattered behind him is an open sketchbook filled with various doodles of Barge inhabitants, views of the CES, and a tin of polish he scrounged up from somewhere or another. But he settles back and grins.]
Seems like every time we get new arrivals, lately, it's after a flood where everyone's distracted for a few days. So I'd like to say thanks to --everyone who helped me out when I was ...well, smaller than usual. Or offer apologies. I was kinda an argumentative kid, if you didn't notice.
[Spam for Tony:]
[After he's finished with polishing his shield, Steve meanders down to Tony's room with an empty sketchbook in hand and a few pencils, in search of one particular person. He knocks and rocks back on his heels, a little cautious.]
Tony? Hope you don't mind a visitor.
[--And once he's opened the door, hopefully:] I brought you something to keep you entertained. [And he offers the sketchbook, a little sheepishly.] I'm sure you're used to -- your computers, or those tablet things, whatever it was that Coulson showed me, but...it's something, right? Might get some of those ideas out of your head.
Seems like every time we get new arrivals, lately, it's after a flood where everyone's distracted for a few days. So I'd like to say thanks to --everyone who helped me out when I was ...well, smaller than usual. Or offer apologies. I was kinda an argumentative kid, if you didn't notice.
[Spam for Tony:]
[After he's finished with polishing his shield, Steve meanders down to Tony's room with an empty sketchbook in hand and a few pencils, in search of one particular person. He knocks and rocks back on his heels, a little cautious.]
Tony? Hope you don't mind a visitor.
[--And once he's opened the door, hopefully:] I brought you something to keep you entertained. [And he offers the sketchbook, a little sheepishly.] I'm sure you're used to -- your computers, or those tablet things, whatever it was that Coulson showed me, but...it's something, right? Might get some of those ideas out of your head.
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If he thought that Steve was going to be Natasha when the door opened? Also coincidental.
But it might be why Tony's just kind of staring at him for a second with a confused look on his face before he swings his legs around, pushes himself up and tosses the tennis ball off into a corner of his room, eyeing the sketchbook being held out to him.] Tablets. No, you got it. Tablets or touchscreen. [And if a muscle in his jaw is twitching at the mention of Coulson's name, let it remain unmentioned] Which this place has an annoying lack of, helmet excluded.
[He sort of shrugs a should, an awkward motion.] Uh. Thanks. You can... [He makes a lame gesture at the bed next to him, or the desk... on the opposite side of the room. Sometimes, he hates the awkward tension when people try to hand him things. Especially when Happy or Pepper aren't there to redirect it.] Anywhere.
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Can I sit, or do you -- not want to be bothered? I figured you might like the company. I know how boring sittin' in bed can get.
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Considering I was about five minutes away from all work and no play? Yeah, sure. We can even call it team bonding. You can sign and slip and give it to Charles and I can get my gold star. [There's a slight edge to Tony's voice, but it's not an actual attack. It's more... discomfort. He has a feeling he knows why Steve's bothering to check on him, keep him company.
And, damnit, he doesn't want to talk about the full cause of his injury yet. Not with the guy he got tortured trying to protect.]
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It's not -- nothing like that. I mean, yeah, it would be good to have team bonding now that we've got more people here, but this ain't exactly the time for it.
I just...wanted to say thanks. Charles told me what happened.
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What's your name, stranger?
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You know, not a whole lot of people show up in the middle of floods. It does happen, though. I think someone once showed up in the middle of a breach. One hell of a welcome, right?
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...Wow. I feel sorry for them, that musta been somethin'.
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[ She snorts. ] At least it was probably easier to explain what ordinary floods were like, after that.
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[She's teasing, see the smile?]
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Then I'd like to offer my deepest apologies to your eight-year-old self. And reassure her that she probably coulda kicked my ass if she wanted to.
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[She's still grinning, though.]
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