Steve Rogers ☆ Captain America (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
punched_hitler) wrote2015-06-27 08:00 pm
punched_hitler) wrote2015-06-27 08:00 pm
☆ 33 ☆ (TEXT; Private to Bucky | SPAM; OTA)
[TEXT: Private to Bucky]
Hey, I need you to hang on to something for me for a little while, if you don't mind.
[SPAM; OTA]
[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.
[SPAM; OTA]
[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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[He does sigh, though. Quietly. He knows why all of his friends are giving him this speech. It's just... it's nice to know people care, but it's also getting a little old.] I'm not gonna avoid danger just because I might have to kick it in the knees instead of punch it in the face.
But I'm not a walking death wish. I know my limits.
[Even though he likes to ignore them.]
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She purses her lips together, for a moment, to stop herself from lecturing. God knows she's had enough of that herself, over the years. Be careful, Jean. You could get hurt, Jean. This is dangerous, Jean.]
Okay. Just - promise me you won't forget. In the heat of the moment. And that you'll ask for help, if you need it.
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[That's more honest than a flat promise. Really.] Sometimes there's no time to ask for help.
But if there is, I know how to call for backup.
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Sounds good.
[She hesitates, for a moment.]
I - could give you a faster way. Just in case.
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He's curious, though, at the offer.] What kind of way?
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[He always thought it kind of worked like radios, okay?]
Or is this different?
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It is, yeah. I can teach you how to - focus a thought, or an emotion, enough that I can hear it through the noise.
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