Steve Rogers ☆ Captain America (
punched_hitler) wrote2015-06-27 08:00 pm
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☆ 33 ☆ (TEXT; Private to Bucky | SPAM; OTA)
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Hey, I need you to hang on to something for me for a little while, if you don't mind.
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[It's not that there's a new guy on the Barge - there's not. But anyone used to seeing Captain America around might notice that he's conspicuously missing as of Saturday - or, at least, he's not six-foot two and two hundred twenty pounds anymore. He's five-foot four and about a hundred pounds soaking wet, and he's not apologetic about it in the least. Same haircut, same voice, same style of dress (at least he asked for some civilian clothes that would fit), same attitude.
Steve goes about his day the same as he ever has - he goes for a run through the Barge early in the morning, and he shows up for his lunch shift in the kitchens and his shifts in the infirmary on time. He shows up at T'Pol's cabin for meditation, and he's even in the gym sometimes, working out against the bags. It's just that his mile has gone from two minutes to twenty, and he's got an inhaler in his pocket for those times when running or climbing the stairs - he's not taking the elevator, he refuses - gets to be a little too much.
Of course, he knows people are going to notice, but unless someone says something to him first, they're not going to hear a word about it from him. Actions speak louder than words, after all.]
[ooc: If anyone needs a reference, 1, 2, & 3, just with this haircut, still. Feel free to recognize him or not!]
Hey, I need you to hang on to something for me for a little while, if you don't mind.
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[It's not that there's a new guy on the Barge - there's not. But anyone used to seeing Captain America around might notice that he's conspicuously missing as of Saturday - or, at least, he's not six-foot two and two hundred twenty pounds anymore. He's five-foot four and about a hundred pounds soaking wet, and he's not apologetic about it in the least. Same haircut, same voice, same style of dress (at least he asked for some civilian clothes that would fit), same attitude.
Steve goes about his day the same as he ever has - he goes for a run through the Barge early in the morning, and he shows up for his lunch shift in the kitchens and his shifts in the infirmary on time. He shows up at T'Pol's cabin for meditation, and he's even in the gym sometimes, working out against the bags. It's just that his mile has gone from two minutes to twenty, and he's got an inhaler in his pocket for those times when running or climbing the stairs - he's not taking the elevator, he refuses - gets to be a little too much.
Of course, he knows people are going to notice, but unless someone says something to him first, they're not going to hear a word about it from him. Actions speak louder than words, after all.]
[ooc: If anyone needs a reference, 1, 2, & 3, just with this haircut, still. Feel free to recognize him or not!]
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[Luna nods, seemingly back to her usual perky self]
Yes, I think so. It's difficult to stay melancholy for days on end; you really have to be determined about it. I've never been the best at remaining consistent.
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[Either way, he smiles a little more, at that.] You know, you're right. It is - and I'm glad you're not, really. I like it a lot better when you're happy. You make everything around here a little brighter, you know that?
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He does look pleased when she compliments T'Pol, simply because his inmate can be frustrating, yes, but he thinks she needs more people to think of her that way, too.] She does, doesn't she? She's teaching me a lot. I'd like to try to do the same, but she's a little stubborn - [he laughs, a bit.] We both are, maybe it's why we're paired.
Thanks for listening to that perspective of hers. I think it might mean a lot to her, even if she never says so.
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Actually - I was wondering. If I could ask a favor. You can say no, of course, but... T'Pol. I told her that if she didn't trust me about something, or didn't want to talk to me, she could always go to Bucky.
[He pauses.] That's still true, but... I don't think she'll want to do that anymore. I was wondering if you minded if I told her she could come to you, instead.
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Yes.
Yes, absolutely. I'm not so sure she trusts me either, but she should come to me too, if she needs something and you can't get it for whatever reason.
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I'm fairly sure she doesn't trust anybody, but maybe she doesn't trust you less than a lot of other people. And I trust you to do the right thing by her, even if I can't.
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Either way, I like the idea that she doesn't have to come to me, if she can't.
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But yes. Other than that, I agree.
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Even if it is a little frustrating.]
Although you let me know if she gives you any real trouble, okay? At least, the kind you can't handle. Or don't want to.
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[But please, Luna, don't get murdered okay?]
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