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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[decideformyself]

Philip blinks curiously. Ah. Right. Personal boundaries -- sometimes he forgets. Well, Steve isn't a Dopant or anybody else he needs to be suspicious of, probably, so that's probably a good rule of thumb. "Of course," he replies as though he'd intended that all along.

[stark_spangled]

He nods. He understands that there's something special about this kid -- he seems intelligent, with the kind of tics that go with being a genius, and the way he talks is just this side of insane -- but now might not be the best time to interrogate him on it.

"Thanks. What was your name again?" he asks, not sure he caught it the first time.

[decideformyself]

Steve could not be more right.

"It's Philip," he replies simply. No surname. "I don't believe you told me yours."

[stark_spangled]

"Steve Rogers," he says with a polite nod. "Nice to meet you, Philip."

[decideformyself]

Philip nods in return, then goes back to his fascinated contemplating. "I will seek you out once we have solved the current mystery, Steve Rogers."

[stark_spangled]

"You do that," he says. He hopes they won't be here once they've figured out what's going on, but if they are, it never hurts to have intel. And an ally. "Good luck."

And with that, he tries to blend into the crowd.