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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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In the apartment, she'd have to busy herself all day with preparing a very fancy dinner. It rarely took all day. It was nicer having to make him lunch also.
"He made this for me." She holds her arm out, to show off her azalea bracelet. It's all she has left.
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He whistles. "That's a fine piece of jewelry, I can see he's very talented. Has he left you here to go get answers from the people in charge?"
He's curious about why she's sitting here alone in a strange, new place.
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She looks down at her hands, clasps the bracelet as though drawing strength from it.
"He died two months ago. I'm here with Mr. Parker; he's a very good friend."
She nods toward the bowler-hat-wearing gentleman who has gone over to the bar to get a drink and some information.
"He says everything's going to be fine."
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"I'm sorry, ma'am," he says, truly regretting his choice of words. "I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories. I'm sure Mr. Parker is right."
He only half-believes it. Whatever the reason is they've been brought here, he can't help but think it's something sinister; however, in whatever way he can protect Mrs. Adler, he will. "Everything's going to be just fine."
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As for other people... well, the gentleness of strangers.
"He says we probably won't be here long, and maybe we'll be put back right where we left. Maybe we can still make it to the concert."
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He doesn't want to alarm Miss Adler, especially not right on the heels of trying to give her some comfort, but he is in a strange place himself. Maybe Mr. Parker is just trying to make her feel better, or maybe he knows more about what's happening than Steve does. Either way, gathering information is good.
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Trying to make her feel better, and probably trying to convince himself, too.
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He smiles reassuringly, but under the surface he is curious about who this Mr. Parer is and what he knows. He doesn't trust this place, no matter how genial Mrs. Adler has been. If it's connected to some door or portal, then there's got to be a way of exploiting that to get back home.
"How about you? Is this your first time getting abducted?" he asks, with a generous dose of wry humor.
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They're different times, at least. She's not sure whether they're different in other ways; she's only ever been to the one.
"Well, I... there were strange things happening in our world, and everything was falling apart, like the world was ending. And my husband had a time-device and he put it on his aircraft, and said we'd escape that way. But there was an explosion, and he ended up at the end of the universe with my left hand, while the rest of me landed with his aircraft in Texas."
Minus the time-device, but she probably didn't even notice.
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Huh. Steve covers his mouth with his hand, looking like he's in deep thought. The first part is easy, if you could call it that; she's talking about alternate realities, maybe alternate dimensions? Steve doesn't really know much about this kind of stuff.
It's the rest of what she says that really throws him for a loop. "A time-device? You mean something like a time machine?"
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She gestures vaguely. Not a word that comes up in casual conversation.
"One of those models with stars and planets in it, and you turn a crank and everything moves in its orbit. He'd studied the end of the universe, so that's what his device showed--everything colliding and collapsing, grinding up in the machinery. Temporal energy, plus the release of the power that was put into making the device. He couldn't set it for a particular destination, there was no time for that, but it took each of us where we'd most wanted to be."
Separately, unfortunately. She never saw him again.
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A time machine that functions like an orrery, but depicting the end of space to generate temporal energy. One thing's for sure, her husband wasn't just some everyday craftsman. To make something like that, he'd have to have power like -- like Loki's. Steve's brow knits as that realization dawns on him.
"And you wanted to be in Texas, but he didn't?" he finishes for her, wondering how Mr. Parker works into all of this. "It sounds like whatever door or thing brought you to this place is different than that, then."
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Which isn't the most intelligible word, not with her accent, but she tries. She's never had to say it before.
"He had a client from that Texas, he'd brought her over to do some work and we became friends while she was there. She invited me to visit her, but the doors wouldn't work for me like they would for everyone else--for me, there was nothing but void on the other side, and I was afraid that if I went through, I would be lost."
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"That sounds terrifying," he sympathizes, brow beetled. "I've got to be honest, ma'am, time travel doesn't play into my wheelhouse. I'm just a kid from Brooklyn. This is all strange and a little suspicious to me."
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Even being in Texas took a lot of getting used to; but before they got to Galveston, the posse needed things done for them, so she could just focus on that.
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"Even staying at home, you must have had a pretty exciting life with your late husband," he says with a smile. "And a lot more exposure to this kind thing than I do. Though I'm starting to think I'm going to be seeing a lot more of it from this point forward."
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Very safe. Warded so that no one unauthorized could get in--or out.
"I hope there isn't so much excitement here."
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"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."
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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."
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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.