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ten_fwd2014-05-15 09:41 pm
stark_spangled) wrote in ten_fwd2014-05-15 09:41 pm
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First Entrance
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!]
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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He has no issues with secret identities. His current partner has over a dozen of them, which is probably a lowball number, but she's never been terribly honest with him about everything she does.
"OK then, Adam from California," he says. "Where does that leave us?"
Aside from on a spaceship, somewhere that isn't Earth for either of them, with no idea where to proceed or what to do.
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"Well, Steve from New York, that just leaves us on a space ship with no way home in the foreseeable future," He deadpanned lightly. "And no plan on what to do about it. This isn't really my forte, after all. I'm just a kid from Angel Grove."
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"Yeah, I know that tune," he says, shouldering his bag to keep both hands free. He offers one to Adam to shake, figuring he should make up for the way he grabbed his arm earlier. "Still, I'd like to find out what I can from whoever's in charge. You're welcome to come with me."
He won't take it personally if Adam needs to get back to his friends, though. Steve's trained to deal with high-stress situations, and has a whole checklist for what to do when caught behind enemy lines. Probably, he can keep the kid from Angel Grove better protected if he goes alone.
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He just wishes Natasha were here, or Barton, or even the Big Guy. Heck, he'd take Stark. No, he wouldn't. But it's exactly the kind of thing he'd suggest if any of them were here; split up, divide and conquer. "Thanks for talking to me, Adam. Let me know if you find out anything interesting."
It's always better making contacts than enemies.
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He's Captain America.
Squaring his jaw, he slips into the crowd, hunting for the people in charge.