First Entrance

[stark_spangled]

He'd been to visit Peggy when he got the call from Director Fury to check in. He was making it a routine, every Tuesday afternoon when he wasn't on a mission. Then it became every Tuesday afternoon and every Saturday morning. It's funny how long it took him to work up the nerve to see her, and now it's all he can do to stay away. She's still his best gal.

He parks his bike in his usual spot in the underground garage next to the Triskelion, shoulders the bag with his gear in it, and starts walking to the elevators. He's wondering what kind of mission Fury's sending him on this time when the sun catches his eyes ... wait, where's that coming from?

He blinks hard, and when he opens his eyes ... this is not the elevator. This isn't the garage, heck, this isn't even D.C. He's in a room, some kind of restaurant or bar. People are milling about, some in uniform and others in civvies, and outside the windows ... jeepers, that's a lot of stars.

His hand tightens on the strap of his bag and he plants his feet shoulder's width apart, jaw set. He isn't sure what kind of trick this is, but if he doesn't get answers soon he's going to start demanding them.


[ooc: Hello! Steve is pre-Winter Soldier, but only just, and he has entered the room in civvies. Slacks, button-up, leather jacket, boots, his usual affair. His cowl is in the bag, along with his shield and a few other things, but by all accounts he looks like an average guy. Well, an average tall, strong guy. Any takers welcome!]

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[mirabile_mireille]

"It was different then," she says. "He had adventures, he had interesting clients, he had things he would go to do--but then he'd come back, and we'd be home together. Our home didn't move. It was safe."

Very safe. Warded so that no one unauthorized could get in--or out.

"I hope there isn't so much excitement here."

[stark_spangled]

Steve reaches out and covers Mireille's hand with his own. It's large, powerful, but his touch is gentle and warm, and his expression reassuring.

"I am very sorry for your loss, ma'am," he repeats. "And I'll be sure I'm doing everything in my power to keep you safe here. That's what I do back home, and that's what I mean to do on this ship."

It doesn't matter where they are or who's in charge, though these are things Steve needs to know before he can really do too much. "If you don't mind, I'll go see if I can find some answers. I realize you have Mr. Parker already helping you out, but the least I can do is try to get to the man in charge and find out what's going on."

[mirabile_mireille]

"Thank you," she says quietly. "Thank you for your concern. It means a lot."

And she does feel safer. She does. It's not just her and Mr. Parker versus everyone else, here--Mr. Parker may be wonderful company, he may be very nice, but he's not as strong as Weyland was. If there were trouble, with just the two of them here alone, how much could Mr. Parker do?

"Good luck. I hope you can find something out."

[stark_spangled]

She may not know it, but she's got a bona fide super soldier on her side now. Steve looks like an average guy, but he's strong, confident, and holds himself like he knows what he's doing. If he can reassure her, he'll be happy to do what he can.

So he quirks a smile and gives her a respectful nod. She's a nice woman, and doesn't deserve to be pulled into whatever this is. "I'll do my best. Hang in there, and keep out of trouble."

He winks, and straights back up, scanning the room quickly for a good place to start. Seeing a group of officers, he moves off in their direction -- but not before giving Mrs. Adler a salute. She's the widow of a soldier, it doesn't matter which side he fought on.