Already a light sleeper, it doesn't take longer than a couple of seconds before he's alert and aware of his new surroundings - and for a brief moment, the briefest moment, he wonders how much time has passed now. This feels a little too much like deja vu - the first time he'd died and was brought back to life, the events following The Storm when he'd woken up on the Orbiters ship - it's hard not to feel a little surge of panic seize around his heart and give it a good squeeze.
But this is different.
Darma's voice calms him down almost immediately, her voice clear and unerring. She speaks and he listens, and it's honestly like all of his missions before, back when he'd still been SHIELD agent and an Avenger. It's almost nostalgic.
There's the brief and the directive, and his assignment is given without hesitation. He's glad for this though. This part, it all feels strangely normal, and makes him a hell of a lot more comfortable than hanging around the ship aimlessly had been. ]
Thank you, Darma.
[ He says, whether she can hear him or not. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and prepares for the descent.
It isn't a soft one, as he'd been warned. When his pod lands on hard, solid ground, he feels the bones in his body attempt to absorb the force of it, rattling his teeth and quaking his bones. Only the sheer strength and manipulation to his DNA allows him to survive the fall with nothing more than some soreness and a low-key throbbing in his head.
He'll be fine.
He pulls himself together, pushes his door open with his feet, and clambers out of his pod like a rebirth of some science-fiction pulp classic. His first breath of alien-planet air isn't something he can really appreciate with the falling pods around him, fellow First Wavers who all have the same common goal. ]
Hey! [ He calls out to someone beside him, freshly landed. ] You need a hand, you let me know, okay? I'm Steve.
❚❚❚❚❚ ii. RESCUE - FIRST WAVE - FINAL WAVE
[ The landing hadn't been comfortable, as Steve expects, and it hits a little too close to home as far as memories of previous crashes go, but it doesn't stop him from leaping out of his pod as soon as he lands, watching as the skyline fills with identical objects falling from the sky. If it wasn't so damned terrifying, it's kind of a beautiful sight.
There's no time to admire the horizon, however, as he makes a run straight for a near-landing pod, fully intending to catch it with his body. Maybe it's your pod. Maybe it's the pod belonging to a friend or a loved one of yours.
Secure the others. Find your bearings and ensure the safety of the second wave.
He plans on doing just that. He pulls on the hatch, opening it forward to peer inside. ]
Hey - you doing all right? You okay?
[ If you're part of the First Wave, or the newly-landed Second, feel free to call out for Captain America. He'll be doing his best to catch as many pods as he can, tearing off the doors, and being sure that the passenger inside is okay. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iii. GATHER YOUR BEARINGS
[ When all the pods have landed and everyone from the ship seems to be all right, Steve can be found wandering around the camp-site pretty much available for any kind of random bumping-into. He helps gather firewood, because of course he's got to, and generally tries to keep an eye on some of those he'd rescued earlier, just to make sure they're okay.
He's feeling pretty worn, and after a day like today, it comes to him as no surprise - but a good meal and a few hours sleep should be good enough to keep him going.
Later in the night, Steve sits alone staring up at the sky, half-looking for any familiar constellation, but mostly contemplating the fact that he's here right now, on a planet he's never heard of, surrounded by people from worlds beyond worlds, a whole series of multiverses he couldn't imagine until now.
If he had a pencil and some paper, he'd be occupying his hands with a sketch or two of his surroundings, but as it is ... he's going to stay here for a while and watch the foreign stars above. Someone could probably bring him a robe, and if there's anything like hot chocolate available, that'd be appreciated too. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iv. WILDCARD
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[ It's honestly the first time Steve's heard of someone remembering, pretty clearly, what they'd discussed with Darma upon ending up here. Steve thinks that, given the same opportunity, he'd probably have asked for the same thing.
But he can't bring up the conversation in his mind anyway; there are brief glimpses and the knowledge that he had spoken with her, but his words and hers? Maybe he'll ask Darma about that too. ]
It's a hard request to promise and probably not uncommon. You think they'll be able to keep it?
[ Steve won't say he's paying close attention but a soldier always tries to pay close attention, never missing the details if he can help it - because they might come in handy in a future, similar situation.
As Captain America, dealing with the weird on a semi-regular basis, this goes double.
So it's hard for him to turn a blind eye when he studies the way Ava deals with the hatch, at first wanting to know how she does it so he could follow suit, and eventually conceding that ... okay. Okay, that's definitely not something he's going to be able to replicate any time soon. ]
Not too much of one, I hope.
[ His comment is off-hand, and as the hatch door opens with a quiet pop! Steve takes over, prying it open and helping its passenger out with an offered hand.
Once their passenger has (after profuse words of gratitude) gone off to join the fray, Steve turns back to Ava and nods.
He's not going to hide that he'd seen what she could do, mostly because it's nothing to be ashamed of, and because if she can help - and she did - well, he's not going to turn anyone away like that. ]
Handy skill you've got there. Think you could help me with a few others?
[ Steve is pulled away from his thoughts of the sky and the fine line this world brings as far as unfamiliar familiarity goes. It's a little complicated, feeling both at home and not, and after a day's work of pulling people from pods, catching them with the heft of his body, and assessing just how many others share similar skills, skills that could be used in the efforts of a war, well ... it's a lot for one super-serumed man to take. He feels like he needs that moment to think.
He tilts his head towards his newfound company and offers her a grateful smile when he catches sight of the drink in hand. ]
That's not exactly the answer he expected to get. Not that it matters, and not that Steve's the kind of guy who'd judge on a strange fact like that. But it is strange in that it's pretty out of the norm.
It's not something he can readily understand. But wasn't Vision kind of born in a similar way? He came from Tony's head, in a way, through technology and some other stuff that goes over his head, but Viz wasn't any more than 2 years old by this point.
Curiously: ]
Is that a common way of being born where you're from?
[ The singing is a nice touch, if a little unorthodox. He knows people who have their own little rituals - a mantra, a motto, a warcry - before they head straight into battle. It gives them strength, it gives them hope, courage, whatever you want to call it. Steve isn't sure that the same thing can be applied here but it's what he's gonna go with.
Especially when the boosters distract him.
He propels her upwards and stands his ground in case she needs any more of his strength. ]
Yeah. I don't think anyone but the locals here could pull off that kind of exercise.
[ But it's a nice memory to have. Kinda makes him wish he paid a little more attention to the stars in the sky, but growing up he had a hell of a lot more occupying his time. Besides which, the city made it hard to see the night sky all that clearly.
Anyway. He doesn't say anything further when the girl points out his bowl, still mostly full of whatever she'd served up though it's hardly because the flavours aren't to his liking.
(Though it's no Shake Shack burger.)
He shrugs apologetically. ]
Sorry. [ And he makes a motion to scoop a spoonful up, putting it into his mouth. ] Got a little distracted. [ He gestures to the sky, mouth still half-full when he speaks.
[ There's a lot about the world that frustrates Steve too, a lot that has to do with his current predicament as an ex-Avenger, ex-soldier and supposed 'war criminal', but seeing the world - his home - destroyed after he'd served his whole life to keep it safe ... it's enough to send just about anyone into a state of melancholy.
They can talk about new starts and new beginnings, but it won't take away the fact that whatever they had before is gone. ]
[ Steve doesn't have a chance to see how the other man is doing because all his concentration's been zeroed in on the now-slowly falling pod coming right for them.
The magic is still something to get used to but it's kind of incredible the way a couple of wrist movements with a stick can make this huge, man-sized metallic capsule slow its hurtle.
Yep. Now he's seen just about everything.
Cap heads out in front of the pod, arms at the ready to place it on the ground like he's handling nothing more than a bulky sack of flour. It's heavy and it isn't without some amount of struggle after hours of doing the same thing, but the slowed trajectory helps greatly. ]
You doing okay? [ He calls out over his shoulder to Newt. ]
[ Steve might be low-key studying her as though he's trying to locate the wings at her back. It's subtle, of course, but it's there if Tink pays close enough attention. He keeps his interest neutral but he's curious too - of course he is.
Fairies and men with actual wands to name a few; this is all pretty new to him, just a part of getting used to this new life. ]
Well, if it's any consolation to you, they're still here. Sleeping, sure, but they're here and that's something.
The hope's that we'll all be reunited in this new world they're offering.
[ Steve takes her hand briefly, liking this woman already.
She reminds him a lot of the kind of dames he used to know way-back-when. There's a kind of unrefined refinedness to her that always used to intimidate the hell out of him, made it hard to ignore and harder to approach without feeling really stupid.
He's not sure that's completely changed. But he's had some time now to learn how to people. ]
Well, it's not like my schedule's exactly filled up.
[ So that's a yes.
Exhaustion be damned, he's probably not going to be sleeping easy until he's had a chance to check for himself, see and hear it with his own eyes and ears, that their campsite is clear of any possible threat that might sneak up on them in the night. ]
[ The sudden crash of the pods coming together within the parachute fabric is probably more weight than Steve's ever had to hold in his lifetime as Captain America. It's a true testament to the strength and potency of the super-soldier serum, anyway, and if Erskine were alive, he'd be proud.
But it's a lot. Steve feels the strain in every muscle, feels the tension as he tries to hold the parachute together - thankfully with the help of 76 - but it's too much for the fabric. There's an audible rrrrr before the parachute finally gives way, but the pods are landed and that's the important part. ]
You okay in there?
[ Steve shouts towards the passengers within their pods. ]
[ If there's one thing Steve remembers clearly, it's that first descent and how rocky it'd been. Luckily he hadn't heard of any casualties, only a few bumps and bruises here and there, but one can never be too cautious even with a new way of traveling down to the planet.
Steve is among the first to volunteer his services, counting on his strength and his ability to protect those who might not be able to protect themselves. He's good at that; one might say it's kind of his calling. He's in full uniform, cowl included, when he steps up onto the teleportation pad and awaits the new refugee - you, of course - he's to help guide.
He nods in your direction, offering a reassuring smile. ]
Hey, I got you. [ In case you're feeling a little nervous. ] It's gonna be okay.
❚❚❚❚❚ ii. FLONA COVE
[ For the better part of the day, Steve makes an attempt to be useful. There is such a thing as a place being too good to be true, and while Steve gives off an air of calmness, he's definitely keeping watch on everything - and possibly everyone. You can't quite take the soldier out of a man like Steve Rogers, no matter how cheerful a situation might seem.
He makes his way through the food vendors and groups of chattering people, laughing and smiling and generally having a good time. He feels good about that, about the hope that still exists, but you can never be too careful. He helps himself to some watermelon, scouts the area for You Watanabe to see how she's doing and to thank her for the party, and steps off to the side at some point to sketch a little. He's been finding that the drawing helps; it's a good hobby to get back into.
And in the midst of it all, he does his best to help out the newbies, guides them to where they need to go, and answers questions as best as he can.
Later, Steve will actually allow himself to relax a little, once he feels like he's done his duty as both Royal Guard and Captain America. He grabs a kabob or two, mingles with some of the familiar faces, and makes his way down to the beach. The last time he'd seen waters like this, it'd been on a mission. He never did have the time to just ... be before.
Catch Steve at any point and feel free to interrupt. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iii. WILDCARD
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[ The question catches Steve off-guard, so much so that his focus on keeping this guy calm breaks and he looks a little confused at first.
'An actor' isn't - well, wasn't - so far off the mark once, back when he'd first started this gig, going around wrangling businessmen for their support in the war efforts through cheesy songs and fake-fight scenes. He'd punched Hitler in the face about a few dozen times; it'd been a laugh and it'd been a joke.
Nowadays he wouldn't consider any of what he does acting, even though the very concept of Captain America can sometimes feel a little staged. The fights are very real and they have been now for so long, it's hard to think that way anymore.
View could be worse. [ Steve agrees, tone light and generally noncommittal. The view is great but wouldn't it be greater if they were back on their own home planets staring at sunsets and beach waves from there?
No, Steve realizes that dwelling in thoughts like that will only make it more difficult to continue moving forward. And without this place, he wouldn't have second chances and new beginnings, which is something he couldn't even imagine being a possibility until now. ]
Never really had the chance to sit on a beach like this before.
No, not busy at all. [ Steve had done his unofficial-duties as both a royal guard and superhero, and as far as he's concerned, the rest of the afternoon and evening are open to whatever happens.
A fishing trip with a friend seems like the perfect way to spend a few hours, and he's ... actually never gone on one before. Life in Brooklyn in the 1930's had never really given him that kind of a chance. And everything after that --? Well. ]
I'd like that. You'll have to tell me what to do though. I'm afraid I've never had any training in catching fish before.
Makes sense in a way that probably goes beyond my capability to understand.
[ Steve allows, smiling. He'd never claim to be smart enough to keep up with people like Stark or Banner, who could go on in circles about how time loops work. Steve's always been clever, smart in ways that don't involve the science lab, but this concept of time is something he can't quite wrap his head around.
Time is fluid, sure. He gets that. Time doesn't work linear, okay, yeah, he gets that too. But really thinking about it, and seeing it right before him is a whole other story. ]
All this pulling people out from different time-periods. How can this Storm affect you where you are, and then Peggy from where she is, and me, from my time? All at once? While also affecting someone from the future twenty, thirty, fifty years from 'now'?
[ There are a handful of people he knows from his own specific Earth, but more who call an Earth their home. They have no familiarity whatsoever with the Avengers, with Captain America, hell - with the concept of a super-hero, and it's strange to come across such a realization only because it's so entwined with just about every part of his own life.
Coming up face-to-face with concepts like these are a learning experience for Cap, but it's not a bad lesson. Just - different. ]
The saying 'expect the unexpected' has really been something of a daily mantra here. Just - FYI, in case you're not always used to that.
[ It would be so easy to lean up, just a little, and close the distance between them with a quick kiss. Of course Steve doesn't do that, no, he isn't really sure where they're at yet to entertain something as small and large as that. But his smile remains - and so does the sudden pounding of his heart.
Instead he plucks a couple of peanuts out of her offered bag and laughs, shaking his head in protest. ]
Believe me, Pegs, you do not want to hear me imitate the English. It's downright embarrassing.
Parties aside? I guess I'm starting to see some of the benefits of being here.
[ Steve allows, which is just about as candid and diplomatic a response as he can muster at the moment. There's still a large part of him curious to figure out the why's and how's of this entire situation and circumstance, what brought them here, who the Natha Orbiters are, what their futures will all be like - but he's grateful for some of the small blessings that make his new life something to look forward to too. ]
Though I guess, judging from your expression, it's not entirely the same for you.
[ Steve feels pretty out of his element when he stares into the mirror, shrugging himself into his dark blue jacket, and straightening the cuffs of his sleeves. It's a different kind of uniform, he thinks, and then he reconsiders because maybe not everything has to be about donning armour and mentally prepping for some great battle. It's events like this one that have the possibility of happening because he, and people like him, have spent their lives fighting for it. Maybe he's allowed to enjoy himself for a change. Maybe a suit is just a suit.
By the time he makes his way to the South Outpost with Peggy Carter, he's starting to wonder whether the nervous fluttering in his chest isn't really all that different, and maybe - just maybe - an event like this gala might just be a little more terrifying than being knee-deep in Hydra agents. It's a silly thought, but Steve can't help thinking it.
The rich-of-the-rich come in on their carriages and stallions and magnificent creatures, reminding him that no amount of time spent here will ever take away that feeling of awe; the creatures and the people that live here, that are native to this alien planet, will always be beyond his imagination. He'll never shake the Earth-ness from his soul.
While he spends a significant portion of the evening around Peggy, the two of them take some time to wander apart - to greet their friends, to mingle with others, to dance, to engage in friendly competition(s), and even to take a moment to breathe out on the balcony. At one point, Steve will be caught in a shower of golden glitter that lightly dusts his shoulders and his hair (as well as the starts of his beard). Only moments later, his limbs will feel the sudden urge to move irregardless of the music (and whether he can dance to it). Almost uncharacteristically brave about it, he'll offer the person nearest to him (you, that is) a smile and gesture towards the dance floor. ]
Promise I'll do my best not to step on your toes.
[ He does sound very earnest about it. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ ii. SPARKLE AND SHINE ( berried )
[ After drinks (of which Steve can't actually get drunk ... hashtag sadness), he'll be hanging around watching the festivities as they happen. It's kind of nice; it actually feels a little relaxing, a concept he's admittedly not entirely familiar with.
And, sure, maybe that's the sprig of pale coloured berries hanging over Steve talking, but the effects of the otherworldly flora have him feeling happier and a little outside of his usual stoicism. He'll feel comfortable enough to lean in for a quick hug, or maybe even a kiss on the cheek. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iii. SPARKLE AND SHINE ( team rep )
[ At the moment, Steve sports the shiny white and gold combination ribbon on the lapel of his jacket, siding with Olympia because while Wyver had been an adventure, Olympia ... well, it doesn't exactly feel like home, but he's got a little more of a connection to the city. He'd hastily pinned the emblem to his jacket mostly because someone had been a little more than lightly aggressive in passing them out, and he'd felt obligated to take one to be left alone. Besides, a little friendly competition never hurt anyone, right?
At the end of the day (or the evening as it so happens), Steve doesn't care so much for the amount of pins he amasses. Hell, if someone asks him nice enough, he may just give it up for a good cause. It's the friendly cookie-decorating, glitter-gathering, reach-for-the-tallest-glass-on-a-pyramid-of-drinks competitions that he's (surprisingly) having fun with.
Who says Captain America can't let loose a little? ]
All right, okay. [ He laughs. ] How about best two out of three?
[ Steve pauses, surprised in the words and the tone of Claire's voice. Maybe he hadn't expected to hear it so bluntly put, so out there, like the elephant in the room has suddenly become a real talking point.
He nods, quiet and thoughtful. He keeps his voice low so only Claire can really hear him. ]
You're right. Locals and refugees alike, too many of us know about war. It's not easy to live with or live through but for some of us, it's all we know. [ It's Steve's whole life, one war after another. ] It's a sad thing.
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❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.
[ It's the alarms that wake Steve up.
Already a light sleeper, it doesn't take longer than a couple of seconds before he's alert and aware of his new surroundings - and for a brief moment, the briefest moment, he wonders how much time has passed now. This feels a little too much like deja vu - the first time he'd died and was brought back to life, the events following The Storm when he'd woken up on the Orbiters ship - it's hard not to feel a little surge of panic seize around his heart and give it a good squeeze.
But this is different.
Darma's voice calms him down almost immediately, her voice clear and unerring. She speaks and he listens, and it's honestly like all of his missions before, back when he'd still been SHIELD agent and an Avenger. It's almost nostalgic.
There's the brief and the directive, and his assignment is given without hesitation. He's glad for this though. This part, it all feels strangely normal, and makes him a hell of a lot more comfortable than hanging around the ship aimlessly had been. ]
Thank you, Darma.
[ He says, whether she can hear him or not. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and prepares for the descent.
It isn't a soft one, as he'd been warned. When his pod lands on hard, solid ground, he feels the bones in his body attempt to absorb the force of it, rattling his teeth and quaking his bones. Only the sheer strength and manipulation to his DNA allows him to survive the fall with nothing more than some soreness and a low-key throbbing in his head.
He'll be fine.
He pulls himself together, pushes his door open with his feet, and clambers out of his pod like a rebirth of some science-fiction pulp classic. His first breath of alien-planet air isn't something he can really appreciate with the falling pods around him, fellow First Wavers who all have the same common goal. ]
Hey! [ He calls out to someone beside him, freshly landed. ] You need a hand, you let me know, okay? I'm Steve.
❚❚❚❚❚ ii. RESCUE - FIRST WAVE - FINAL WAVE
[ The landing hadn't been comfortable, as Steve expects, and it hits a little too close to home as far as memories of previous crashes go, but it doesn't stop him from leaping out of his pod as soon as he lands, watching as the skyline fills with identical objects falling from the sky. If it wasn't so damned terrifying, it's kind of a beautiful sight.
There's no time to admire the horizon, however, as he makes a run straight for a near-landing pod, fully intending to catch it with his body. Maybe it's your pod. Maybe it's the pod belonging to a friend or a loved one of yours.
Secure the others. Find your bearings and ensure the safety of the second wave.
He plans on doing just that. He pulls on the hatch, opening it forward to peer inside. ]
Hey - you doing all right? You okay?
[ If you're part of the First Wave, or the newly-landed Second, feel free to call out for Captain America. He'll be doing his best to catch as many pods as he can, tearing off the doors, and being sure that the passenger inside is okay. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iii. GATHER YOUR BEARINGS
[ When all the pods have landed and everyone from the ship seems to be all right, Steve can be found wandering around the camp-site pretty much available for any kind of random bumping-into. He helps gather firewood, because of course he's got to, and generally tries to keep an eye on some of those he'd rescued earlier, just to make sure they're okay.
He's feeling pretty worn, and after a day like today, it comes to him as no surprise - but a good meal and a few hours sleep should be good enough to keep him going.
Later in the night, Steve sits alone staring up at the sky, half-looking for any familiar constellation, but mostly contemplating the fact that he's here right now, on a planet he's never heard of, surrounded by people from worlds beyond worlds, a whole series of multiverses he couldn't imagine until now.
If he had a pencil and some paper, he'd be occupying his hands with a sketch or two of his surroundings, but as it is ... he's going to stay here for a while and watch the foreign stars above. Someone could probably bring him a robe, and if there's anything like hot chocolate available, that'd be appreciated too. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iv. WILDCARD
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edmund pevensie.
Huh. [ Steve nods. ] So you remember it.
[ It's honestly the first time Steve's heard of someone remembering, pretty clearly, what they'd discussed with Darma upon ending up here. Steve thinks that, given the same opportunity, he'd probably have asked for the same thing.
But he can't bring up the conversation in his mind anyway; there are brief glimpses and the knowledge that he had spoken with her, but his words and hers? Maybe he'll ask Darma about that too. ]
It's a hard request to promise and probably not uncommon. You think they'll be able to keep it?
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ava orlova.
[ Steve won't say he's paying close attention but a soldier always tries to pay close attention, never missing the details if he can help it - because they might come in handy in a future, similar situation.
As Captain America, dealing with the weird on a semi-regular basis, this goes double.
So it's hard for him to turn a blind eye when he studies the way Ava deals with the hatch, at first wanting to know how she does it so he could follow suit, and eventually conceding that ... okay. Okay, that's definitely not something he's going to be able to replicate any time soon. ]
Not too much of one, I hope.
[ His comment is off-hand, and as the hatch door opens with a quiet pop! Steve takes over, prying it open and helping its passenger out with an offered hand.
Once their passenger has (after profuse words of gratitude) gone off to join the fray, Steve turns back to Ava and nods.
He's not going to hide that he'd seen what she could do, mostly because it's nothing to be ashamed of, and because if she can help - and she did - well, he's not going to turn anyone away like that. ]
Handy skill you've got there. Think you could help me with a few others?
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wrap on your tag maybe?
clarke griffin.
Hot chocolate would be perfect.
[ Steve is pulled away from his thoughts of the sky and the fine line this world brings as far as unfamiliar familiarity goes. It's a little complicated, feeling both at home and not, and after a day's work of pulling people from pods, catching them with the heft of his body, and assessing just how many others share similar skills, skills that could be used in the efforts of a war, well ... it's a lot for one super-serumed man to take. He feels like he needs that moment to think.
He tilts his head towards his newfound company and offers her a grateful smile when he catches sight of the drink in hand. ]
Thanks.
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[ Well.
That's not exactly the answer he expected to get. Not that it matters, and not that Steve's the kind of guy who'd judge on a strange fact like that. But it is strange in that it's pretty out of the norm.
It's not something he can readily understand. But wasn't Vision kind of born in a similar way? He came from Tony's head, in a way, through technology and some other stuff that goes over his head, but Viz wasn't any more than 2 years old by this point.
Curiously: ]
Is that a common way of being born where you're from?
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hibiki tachibana.
[ The singing is a nice touch, if a little unorthodox. He knows people who have their own little rituals - a mantra, a motto, a warcry - before they head straight into battle. It gives them strength, it gives them hope, courage, whatever you want to call it. Steve isn't sure that the same thing can be applied here but it's what he's gonna go with.
Especially when the boosters distract him.
He propels her upwards and stands his ground in case she needs any more of his strength. ]
Re: hibiki tachibana.
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you watanabe.
Yeah. I don't think anyone but the locals here could pull off that kind of exercise.
[ But it's a nice memory to have. Kinda makes him wish he paid a little more attention to the stars in the sky, but growing up he had a hell of a lot more occupying his time. Besides which, the city made it hard to see the night sky all that clearly.
Anyway. He doesn't say anything further when the girl points out his bowl, still mostly full of whatever she'd served up though it's hardly because the flavours aren't to his liking.
(Though it's no Shake Shack burger.)
He shrugs apologetically. ]
Sorry. [ And he makes a motion to scoop a spoonful up, putting it into his mouth. ] Got a little distracted. [ He gestures to the sky, mouth still half-full when he speaks.
Manners? What manners.
He swallows. ]
It's not half-bad, really. I appreciate it.
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I know what you mean.
[ There's a lot about the world that frustrates Steve too, a lot that has to do with his current predicament as an ex-Avenger, ex-soldier and supposed 'war criminal', but seeing the world - his home - destroyed after he'd served his whole life to keep it safe ... it's enough to send just about anyone into a state of melancholy.
They can talk about new starts and new beginnings, but it won't take away the fact that whatever they had before is gone. ]
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newt scamander.
[ Steve doesn't have a chance to see how the other man is doing because all his concentration's been zeroed in on the now-slowly falling pod coming right for them.
The magic is still something to get used to but it's kind of incredible the way a couple of wrist movements with a stick can make this huge, man-sized metallic capsule slow its hurtle.
Yep. Now he's seen just about everything.
Cap heads out in front of the pod, arms at the ready to place it on the ground like he's handling nothing more than a bulky sack of flour. It's heavy and it isn't without some amount of struggle after hours of doing the same thing, but the slowed trajectory helps greatly. ]
You doing okay? [ He calls out over his shoulder to Newt. ]
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clint barton.
Considering everything, yeah - I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Clint.
[ Here goes seeing whether this is, in fact, Clint Barton, and not some very uncannily similar fellow.
Steve smiles though, amused. ]
How about you?
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tinker bell.
Fairies?
[ Steve might be low-key studying her as though he's trying to locate the wings at her back. It's subtle, of course, but it's there if Tink pays close enough attention. He keeps his interest neutral but he's curious too - of course he is.
Fairies and men with actual wands to name a few; this is all pretty new to him, just a part of getting used to this new life. ]
Well, if it's any consolation to you, they're still here. Sleeping, sure, but they're here and that's something.
The hope's that we'll all be reunited in this new world they're offering.
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claire fraser.
[ Steve takes her hand briefly, liking this woman already.
She reminds him a lot of the kind of dames he used to know way-back-when. There's a kind of unrefined refinedness to her that always used to intimidate the hell out of him, made it hard to ignore and harder to approach without feeling really stupid.
He's not sure that's completely changed. But he's had some time now to learn how to people. ]
Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you, Claire.
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bruce wayne.
Well, it's not like my schedule's exactly filled up.
[ So that's a yes.
Exhaustion be damned, he's probably not going to be sleeping easy until he's had a chance to check for himself, see and hear it with his own eyes and ears, that their campsite is clear of any possible threat that might sneak up on them in the night. ]
Where've you checked so far?
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soldier 76.
[ The sudden crash of the pods coming together within the parachute fabric is probably more weight than Steve's ever had to hold in his lifetime as Captain America. It's a true testament to the strength and potency of the super-soldier serum, anyway, and if Erskine were alive, he'd be proud.
But it's a lot. Steve feels the strain in every muscle, feels the tension as he tries to hold the parachute together - thankfully with the help of 76 - but it's too much for the fabric. There's an audible rrrrr before the parachute finally gives way, but the pods are landed and that's the important part. ]
You okay in there?
[ Steve shouts towards the passengers within their pods. ]
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( event ) INTRO LOG #2: THE CALM.
[ If there's one thing Steve remembers clearly, it's that first descent and how rocky it'd been. Luckily he hadn't heard of any casualties, only a few bumps and bruises here and there, but one can never be too cautious even with a new way of traveling down to the planet.
Steve is among the first to volunteer his services, counting on his strength and his ability to protect those who might not be able to protect themselves. He's good at that; one might say it's kind of his calling. He's in full uniform, cowl included, when he steps up onto the teleportation pad and awaits the new refugee - you, of course - he's to help guide.
He nods in your direction, offering a reassuring smile. ]
Hey, I got you. [ In case you're feeling a little nervous. ] It's gonna be okay.
❚❚❚❚❚ ii. FLONA COVE
[ For the better part of the day, Steve makes an attempt to be useful. There is such a thing as a place being too good to be true, and while Steve gives off an air of calmness, he's definitely keeping watch on everything - and possibly everyone. You can't quite take the soldier out of a man like Steve Rogers, no matter how cheerful a situation might seem.
He makes his way through the food vendors and groups of chattering people, laughing and smiling and generally having a good time. He feels good about that, about the hope that still exists, but you can never be too careful. He helps himself to some watermelon, scouts the area for You Watanabe to see how she's doing and to thank her for the party, and steps off to the side at some point to sketch a little. He's been finding that the drawing helps; it's a good hobby to get back into.
And in the midst of it all, he does his best to help out the newbies, guides them to where they need to go, and answers questions as best as he can.
Later, Steve will actually allow himself to relax a little, once he feels like he's done his duty as both Royal Guard and Captain America. He grabs a kabob or two, mingles with some of the familiar faces, and makes his way down to the beach. The last time he'd seen waters like this, it'd been on a mission. He never did have the time to just ... be before.
Catch Steve at any point and feel free to interrupt. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iii. WILDCARD
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ariadne.
Depends on your definition of 'a while'.
[ Steve's smile is a touch sardonic, but he's still in relatively good spirits anyway, considering. ]
It hasn't been long for me, for the first group who were rescued from the Storm they keep talking about. A couple months, maybe.
So I guess that means you're a new arrival. Welcome.
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you watanabe.
Hey, no rushing necessary on my behalf. The best recipes take time, right? So I've heard anyway.
[ But, sure. The Niceoodles look pretty good - and as far as he's seen, they're the 'chef's recommendation'. It'd be a shame to miss out. ]
All right, give me a plate of your best Niceoodles.
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miles edgeworth.
'An actor' isn't - well, wasn't - so far off the mark once, back when he'd first started this gig, going around wrangling businessmen for their support in the war efforts through cheesy songs and fake-fight scenes. He'd punched Hitler in the face about a few dozen times; it'd been a laugh and it'd been a joke.
Nowadays he wouldn't consider any of what he does acting, even though the very concept of Captain America can sometimes feel a little staged. The fights are very real and they have been now for so long, it's hard to think that way anymore.
He shakes his head. ]
It's a uniform. [ He corrects. ] I'm a soldier.
No worries, Its all good!
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rocket.
No, Steve realizes that dwelling in thoughts like that will only make it more difficult to continue moving forward. And without this place, he wouldn't have second chances and new beginnings, which is something he couldn't even imagine being a possibility until now. ]
Never really had the chance to sit on a beach like this before.
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edmund pevensie.
No, not busy at all. [ Steve had done his unofficial-duties as both a royal guard and superhero, and as far as he's concerned, the rest of the afternoon and evening are open to whatever happens.
A fishing trip with a friend seems like the perfect way to spend a few hours, and he's ... actually never gone on one before. Life in Brooklyn in the 1930's had never really given him that kind of a chance. And everything after that --? Well. ]
I'd like that. You'll have to tell me what to do though. I'm afraid I've never had any training in catching fish before.
I'M ALWAYS KEEN X(
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claire fraser.
Makes sense in a way that probably goes beyond my capability to understand.
[ Steve allows, smiling. He'd never claim to be smart enough to keep up with people like Stark or Banner, who could go on in circles about how time loops work. Steve's always been clever, smart in ways that don't involve the science lab, but this concept of time is something he can't quite wrap his head around.
Time is fluid, sure. He gets that. Time doesn't work linear, okay, yeah, he gets that too. But really thinking about it, and seeing it right before him is a whole other story. ]
All this pulling people out from different time-periods. How can this Storm affect you where you are, and then Peggy from where she is, and me, from my time? All at once? While also affecting someone from the future twenty, thirty, fifty years from 'now'?
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thomas nightingale.
You might be right.
[ There are a handful of people he knows from his own specific Earth, but more who call an Earth their home. They have no familiarity whatsoever with the Avengers, with Captain America, hell - with the concept of a super-hero, and it's strange to come across such a realization only because it's so entwined with just about every part of his own life.
Coming up face-to-face with concepts like these are a learning experience for Cap, but it's not a bad lesson. Just - different. ]
The saying 'expect the unexpected' has really been something of a daily mantra here. Just - FYI, in case you're not always used to that.
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peggy carter.
[ It would be so easy to lean up, just a little, and close the distance between them with a quick kiss. Of course Steve doesn't do that, no, he isn't really sure where they're at yet to entertain something as small and large as that. But his smile remains - and so does the sudden pounding of his heart.
Instead he plucks a couple of peanuts out of her offered bag and laughs, shaking his head in protest. ]
Believe me, Pegs, you do not want to hear me imitate the English. It's downright embarrassing.
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ava orlova.
Parties aside? I guess I'm starting to see some of the benefits of being here.
[ Steve allows, which is just about as candid and diplomatic a response as he can muster at the moment. There's still a large part of him curious to figure out the why's and how's of this entire situation and circumstance, what brought them here, who the Natha Orbiters are, what their futures will all be like - but he's grateful for some of the small blessings that make his new life something to look forward to too. ]
Though I guess, judging from your expression, it's not entirely the same for you.
❪ mini-event ❫ THE OLYMPIA-WYVER HOLIDAY BALL
[ Steve feels pretty out of his element when he stares into the mirror, shrugging himself into his dark blue jacket, and straightening the cuffs of his sleeves. It's a different kind of uniform, he thinks, and then he reconsiders because maybe not everything has to be about donning armour and mentally prepping for some great battle. It's events like this one that have the possibility of happening because he, and people like him, have spent their lives fighting for it. Maybe he's allowed to enjoy himself for a change. Maybe a suit is just a suit.
By the time he makes his way to the South Outpost with Peggy Carter, he's starting to wonder whether the nervous fluttering in his chest isn't really all that different, and maybe - just maybe - an event like this gala might just be a little more terrifying than being knee-deep in Hydra agents. It's a silly thought, but Steve can't help thinking it.
The rich-of-the-rich come in on their carriages and stallions and magnificent creatures, reminding him that no amount of time spent here will ever take away that feeling of awe; the creatures and the people that live here, that are native to this alien planet, will always be beyond his imagination. He'll never shake the Earth-ness from his soul.
While he spends a significant portion of the evening around Peggy, the two of them take some time to wander apart - to greet their friends, to mingle with others, to dance, to engage in friendly competition(s), and even to take a moment to breathe out on the balcony. At one point, Steve will be caught in a shower of golden glitter that lightly dusts his shoulders and his hair (as well as the starts of his beard). Only moments later, his limbs will feel the sudden urge to move irregardless of the music (and whether he can dance to it). Almost uncharacteristically brave about it, he'll offer the person nearest to him (you, that is) a smile and gesture towards the dance floor. ]
Promise I'll do my best not to step on your toes.
[ He does sound very earnest about it. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ ii. SPARKLE AND SHINE ( berried )
[ After drinks (of which Steve can't actually get drunk ... hashtag sadness), he'll be hanging around watching the festivities as they happen. It's kind of nice; it actually feels a little relaxing, a concept he's admittedly not entirely familiar with.
And, sure, maybe that's the sprig of pale coloured berries hanging over Steve talking, but the effects of the otherworldly flora have him feeling happier and a little outside of his usual stoicism. He'll feel comfortable enough to lean in for a quick hug, or maybe even a kiss on the cheek. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iii. SPARKLE AND SHINE ( team rep )
[ At the moment, Steve sports the shiny white and gold combination ribbon on the lapel of his jacket, siding with Olympia because while Wyver had been an adventure, Olympia ... well, it doesn't exactly feel like home, but he's got a little more of a connection to the city. He'd hastily pinned the emblem to his jacket mostly because someone had been a little more than lightly aggressive in passing them out, and he'd felt obligated to take one to be left alone. Besides, a little friendly competition never hurt anyone, right?
At the end of the day (or the evening as it so happens), Steve doesn't care so much for the amount of pins he amasses. Hell, if someone asks him nice enough, he may just give it up for a good cause. It's the friendly cookie-decorating, glitter-gathering, reach-for-the-tallest-glass-on-a-pyramid-of-drinks competitions that he's (surprisingly) having fun with.
Who says Captain America can't let loose a little? ]
All right, okay. [ He laughs. ] How about best two out of three?
❚❚❚❚❚ iv. WILD CARD
[ a dream is a wish your heart makes. ]
claire fraser.
[ Steve pauses, surprised in the words and the tone of Claire's voice. Maybe he hadn't expected to hear it so bluntly put, so out there, like the elephant in the room has suddenly become a real talking point.
He nods, quiet and thoughtful. He keeps his voice low so only Claire can really hear him. ]
You're right. Locals and refugees alike, too many of us know about war. It's not easy to live with or live through but for some of us, it's all we know. [ It's Steve's whole life, one war after another. ] It's a sad thing.
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steve trevor.
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emma swan.
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diana prince.
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bucky barnes.
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clarke griffin.
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