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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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"No," he answers immediately, vehemently firm. "No. Nobody is going to kill you."
He stops and crouches to get on her level, standing in front of her with a hand on each arm. His brow is deeply furrowed when he reaches up and strokes her hair, the tenderness coming without thought. It's already done by the time he stops to wonder if anyone has ever been tender with her, if she'd even know why he was doing what he did.
"You're here with me, Sinthia. You're safe," he says, hoping she can let herself believe that. "The war is a whole galaxy behind you now. Your fate is whatever you make it. Johann can't get to you here."
He doesn't know that for sure. He couldn't. But with ever fiber of his being, he'll will it to be so.
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Sinthia is, in that respect, much like the metaphorical housecat in that instant when Steve touches her hair, brows uncreasing and face relaxing a bit; it's something only Johann ever does, touch her head like that, and while he's not nearly so tender as Steve is with her the idea is the same. "I'm sorry," she murmurs. "I want to trust you. But I had to ask."
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"It's OK. Asking is good," he assures her. Trust, but verify. It's a creed Steve holds close to the vest. "I promise no one is going to hurt you. No one. OK?"
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"I don't mean to assume so much," she says. "But I don't want there to be any problems because you don't like my father."
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"There won't be. We've just got to learn about each other, right?" he says, smiling wanly. "And we've gotta learn about where we are. We're partners now, okay? You help me talk to the people in charge, and I'll stick by you."
He gets back to his feet, gently palming her hand. "C'mon, kiddo. Let's get started."