backdated a couple days, after his conversation with Charles

[thestarspangledman]

[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.

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[lastincident]

So so the story goes. [ He's quite, before he says: ] Coulson told me.

[ Poor, dead Coulson. ]

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[thestarspangledman]

....Oh. Well, I'm pretty certain he wouldn't lie about a thing like that.

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[lastincident]

I'm certain he wouldn't.

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[thestarspangledman]

Yeah. I didn't think so.

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[lastincident]

[ well, invoking Coulson has made this conversation really damned awkward. ]

I'm going to go see about something on my end to see if we can keep him focused on tasks at hand... [ as opposed to going sober. ] Good luck with your visit.