line up your soldiers one final time

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WHO: Steve Rogers and Others/Open.
WHERE: Various.
WHEN: The past week and a half or so.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: STEVE DOES THINGS AND PEOPLE HAPPEN.
FORMAT: Any.



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OPEN

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[Steve is quite used to being giggled at, stared at, mocked or teased. Two years of being a Ceritifed American Hero has softened his defenses, but the girls behind the counter at the shop where he's been getting coffee in the mornings after his jogs are giggling today, and he can't help but wonder if he did something stupid. He ducks his head and mutters a thank you when he retrieves a cup - which is when he spots a phone number scribbled on the side underneath his name.

He stares at it, positive it can't be what it seems to be.]

[gevurah]

[ Kate doesn't do morning jogs when she's out on rooftops all night. (Although motorcycles do help when she needs to chase down getaway cars.) But lately, given certain port outs, she's been thinking a lot more when she needs to crash in the morning and it keeps her up. Not wanting to disturb Nill by messing around in the kitchen, she heads out to a coffee shop and takes the dog along with her. The big, black dog waits outside patiently while Kate attempts to get herself a tall, black coffee. ]

Excuse -- [ The small crowd keeps pushing toward the front, with Kate trying to squeeze through. ] Hot coffee.

[ Someone from behind her stumbles in a rush to get out, knocking the coffee straight from her hands. It spills across the floor.

The urge to face palm has never been greater. ]

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[Steve lifts a foot to avoid the flood of coffee. He examines it for a moment, and then holds out his own.] You look like you need it more than I do.

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[ Before she can start looking for some tissue paper to clean up the mess (although one of the baristas is apparently disappearing to get a mop in the backroom), she looks over at Steve with a wry smile. ]

It's alright. Besides, you'll want to hang onto that. [ She points out the number on the side of the cup. ]

Re: OPEN

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That's from the blonde one.

[Leo whispers at him, motioning towards said girl with his head as he cleans up.] You're lucky, I have been trying to get it for a month. Maybe he digs blondes...?

[SORRY HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.]

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[Steve looks toward the girl in question and then just as quickly away when she winks at him.] I... don't.... Did I say something to lead her on?

[teamme]

Well, you did smile at her a lot.

[He's teasing... mostly.]

[performedperfectly]

[ Maya's been sitting at a table since before Steve walked in, considering her situation now that she's here. There was something simple in the whole fucked up situation with AIM and Killian - at least she was fairly certain she wasn't getting out of that alive. Now she has options, a second chance... and she's not sure what to do with it.

She only notices Steve when he stops near her, and does a quick doubletake when she realizes just who he is. For a moment, she just studies him, and then clears her throat. ] Something wrong?

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[She isn't the only one who has to look twice - first to find who's addressing him, and then to make sure it's who he thinks it is. He gestures at the other side of her table, at an open chair.] Ah, no, not really. May I?

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[ She waves a hand at the empty chair. ] Be my guest... ah, Captain? [ What else is she supposed to call him? It's Captain America. This is weird. ]

FOR CLINT

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[Steve felt pretty lost in the mansion during the first few days, but he at least figured out how to get to the rec room and the training room consistently. He's in the latter now, hammering away at a punching bag with decent form, excess anger, and not much else. He's only partially doing it to train or get a workout. Mostly it's an outlet for aggression and a way to get out of his head. This bag holds up better than the ones in his gym in New York - a heck of a lot better - but that just means he can hit it without holding back.]

[trickshot]

<sub>( Clint does his training, for the most part, outdoors. Every morning, five am, and he slips out of bed and out to the range. It’s far enough away that he doesn’t bother anyone, doesn’t wake Bobbi or Jen with the steady thunk-thunk-thunk of his arrows hitting canvas targets. But Hawkeye isn’t just a one-trick pony, contrary though that may be to popular belief. On odd days, he heads to the training room, in sweats with his hands wrapped and ready to go a few rounds.

He heads down to the room, whistling to himself. But he stops short when he notices Steve. He’s still not used to the other man’s presence, its uncanny similarity and distinct difference from the man he knows. Clint just pauses, and stares. )</sub>

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[He's in a rhythm now, sunk into the satisfaction of raw knuckles slamming into canvas. The whistling draws him out of it as he hauls back to give the thing a proper punch, and Steve stops abruptly, oozing sweat with his fist in the air.

He lowers his hands slowly, not sure what to make of Clint's look - but that's par for the course with this man, it seems. Steve huffs hair out of his face and blinks away lines of sweat.]

Does no one else use the place this early?

OPEN

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[He's also made a routine of going out at night, always at exactly the same time, though his path tends to vary. Sometimes he finds himself in a park, sometimes he ends the night with tea at a cafe or diner, but at the beginning or end of a walk he isn't hard to find.]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ And it's a routine that has gotten attention.

Frank can tell bait when he sees it, and it's obvious. The smart thing would be to leave it alone, but if this man is as determined as the Steve Rogers he's familiar with, then he won't let this go. If anything, he'll escalate it if this doesn't get results.

He follows this time, debating, and he watches the man enter the diner. He waits as Rogers settles into a booth right by the window. After he makes his order to the waitress hands back the menu, Frank makes his decision. He crosses the street, and the bell on the diner's door announces his presence.

He says nothing, coming to the opposite side of Rogers' booth and sitting down, his hands folded on the table. ]

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[Steve's smile is genuine, albeit contemplative.]

You got the invitation.

OPEN

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[IN THE MANSION'S KITCHEN, COOKING FOODS. Because having a fridge full of old take-out and withered grapes is not enough for the folks who live here or their occasional guests, as far as he's concerned.]

[smarterthandad]

[Val, wearing a t-shirt with a brightly-colored applique flower on it and a pair of welder's goggles resting on her forehead, wanders into the kitchen.]

Hi, Captain Rogers.

[Greeting delivered, she pushes a stool to the counter and climbs up so she can reach the top row of cupboards, from which she produces a box of Cookie Crisp and starts the journey back down to the floor.]

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Miss Richards. [It's not said with the condescension of an adult to a child - he means it with every bit of the politeness he would have afforded the...........

......hologram.

That's still weird.

He stirs the mixed vegetables and meat he's frying, wooden spatula turning them over in the spiced sauté he managed to put together from seasonings in the kitchen and a few he remembered to pick up.]

Are you hungry?

FOR CYD SHERMAN

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[Steve's jogging habit is also an easy way to re-map his knowledge of this New York, compare what he knows to what's different. Of course, looking at his surroundings instead of where he's going is sometimes not the best idea.

Sorry Cyd.]

SOBBING i thought i tagged this i am so sorry

[egohalfempty]

[ Steve you jerk!!!

Poor Cyd falls to the ground flailing and yelping in surprise. There is no dignity in it whatsoever. It takes her a minute to minute to realize what's even happened, actually, just kind of staring at the ground like she can't quite figure out why it's all up in her face now. ]

How– what—

[ And that confusion turns into irritation as it all starts to click. ] Geez! What is it with guys in this City not watching where they step? I mean, I'd always heard New York was bad, but this technically isn't New York, so people should be more polite!

IT'S OKAY JUNE HAS NOT BEEN THE BEST MONTH FOR TAGS

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[As soon as Cyd hits the ground and Steve realizes why, he's down on one knee, hands hovering over her without actually touching her because touching a woman without her express permission is ungentlemanly, never mind that he just plowed into her.]

I'm so sorry, ma'am, I didn't - you're right, I wasn't watching. [ Still hovering. ] Can I help you up?

FOR STARK 2.0 or would that be Stark Mark 2

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[It's been too long without getting a face-to-face with Stark. Steve's been avoiding it, a little bit, thanks to the last time he saw a Stark. But it's too strange hearing the man's voice on the network and seeing the suit go past overhead without actually talking to him, taking stock of the way the two Tonys differ, seeing what he's done in the city, all of that.

So Steve makes his way to the other Stark tower, pausing outside the front doors to take it in. Aesthetically, at least, it's no worse than the one in Steve's New York. He heads into the lobby, wondering if a friendly 'hello, I'm Captain America and I need to see Iron Man' will do anything for him here.]

[liverletdie]

[ Inside the StarkTech building, it was like a whole other world. Pristine walls, water fountains that reflected a smart feng shui sensibility. The receptionists at the front desk were smart and quick, only a few of them, but they handled most inquiries. They gave him a look, friendly, but also with the question on their minds. "Who the heck was that?"

The thing was, if Steve came up to them, it was only going to take a few moments while they looked for an appointment, before they'd find a marker on their system to hold him there for a few moments. They were used to the eccentricities of their boss, who seemed to, at odd times, come out of nowhere with a message telling them that he'd be down in a minute to greet a guest personally.

It was rare, but not uncommon.

Steve would only be waiting a few minutes before the back elevator -- the one that didn't have an actual activation key, but a keypad -- opened.

And Tony Stark came out in one of his classic sharp suits, one hand in his pocket, and an almost curiously guarded expression on his face. ]

Captain Rogers. [ He greeted, holding out a hand. ]

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[He squares off as soon as he sees the elevator doors open on that almost-familiar face, like he's facing a senator or CO or someone else to regard with wariness and respect.

And this Stark is taller, too. What's with the Others being taller?

Steve grips Tony's hand, firm but not testing.] Mr. Stark. Sorry to come by unannounced.