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eachdraidh2015-08-05 06:19 pm
starspangled) wrote in eachdraidh2015-08-05 06:19 pm
Video (Seelie & Hermione-Net Compass)
For anyone who doesn't know me, my name's Steve Rogers. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to meet many of you at the feast. Things came up, but I at least wanted to introduce myself.
[For reasons, curiosity. Maybe he's a limited edition but he's definitely not one of a kind.]
I also wanted to talk about something else. Some of you might remember Sam Wilson - in fact, if you ever met him, I'm willing to bet that you do. Sam served two tours in the military, so he could definitely hold his own in a fight. But what he really loved to do was help people. My entire world had turned its back on me, and Sam took me in, made me bacon and eggs. That's the kind of friend I hope to be to anyone who'd call me one.
[Emphasis on 'anyone'.]
Sam's gone now, but he started working on something before he left. It's a clinic, he called it The Nest. There's some medicine and stuff there, but it was more than that. It was a place for people to come if they just needed to talk, or if they needed to rest. I never realized it before, but sometimes in a war people need that as much as they need bandaging up.
[Steve pauses there to take deep breath. Here comes the hard part.]
This is my friend's legacy, and I've tried to keep it afloat. The problem is, I don't know how. And it's hard for me to ask for help sometimes.
[He can barely even maintain eye contact. But the same thing keeps going through his head, fuels him on: for Sam.]
But if you have anything to offer...if you have medical knowledge or if you're just a good listener, even if you want somewhere else to stay. There's a place for you here.
I guess that's it. Again, welcome, and try to watch yourselves out there.
[For reasons, curiosity. Maybe he's a limited edition but he's definitely not one of a kind.]
I also wanted to talk about something else. Some of you might remember Sam Wilson - in fact, if you ever met him, I'm willing to bet that you do. Sam served two tours in the military, so he could definitely hold his own in a fight. But what he really loved to do was help people. My entire world had turned its back on me, and Sam took me in, made me bacon and eggs. That's the kind of friend I hope to be to anyone who'd call me one.
[Emphasis on 'anyone'.]
Sam's gone now, but he started working on something before he left. It's a clinic, he called it The Nest. There's some medicine and stuff there, but it was more than that. It was a place for people to come if they just needed to talk, or if they needed to rest. I never realized it before, but sometimes in a war people need that as much as they need bandaging up.
[Steve pauses there to take deep breath. Here comes the hard part.]
This is my friend's legacy, and I've tried to keep it afloat. The problem is, I don't know how. And it's hard for me to ask for help sometimes.
[He can barely even maintain eye contact. But the same thing keeps going through his head, fuels him on: for Sam.]
But if you have anything to offer...if you have medical knowledge or if you're just a good listener, even if you want somewhere else to stay. There's a place for you here.
I guess that's it. Again, welcome, and try to watch yourselves out there.
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Of course you can help. I don't think I could do it without you.
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What can I do?
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I don't know.
[And it's as hard to admit that as it was to ask for help, but there it is.]
If it was a fight, I could at least tell you where to go, what needed to be done. But with anything else I feel pretty useless.
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At least you can do that.
[He's barely capable of giving orders himself. Best he's good at is following them.]
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[Steve rubs his face before he gets back on track.]
Pocket Change, Sunshine. [Yeah, that would be his horse and the chocobo.] They could probably use some extra attention. I haven't had much time to give them any.
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I can stop by sometimes, give 'em some exercise.
[He's quiet for a moment before he continues.]
What about you?
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[He's trying not to smile. Smartass incoming.]
I still jog and do push-ups every morning. You don't have to worry about exercising me.
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Yeah? You got someone to clean up after you and feed you, too?
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Well someone has to.
[He goes quiet, though, his shoulders relax and he looks down before looking back up.]
I mean it, though. What about you?
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[So Bucky should be jealous. He thinks.
He hesitates at Bucky's question.]
I never know how to answer that. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be difficult.
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He ignores that for now.]
I know.
[He thinks, his brow furrowed as he looks at Steve.]
Are you lonely?
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He sighs at that question, unable to lie.]
Sometimes. When everything's quiet and still - which isn't often. [Steve looks up at him.] But that didn't start here.
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Maybe we should...
[He shrugs a little.]
Call more often, I dunno.
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[He nods, scratches his head, nods again.]
Okay, I'll call. And I'll track you down when I show up to take care of the animals.
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No. I just. I just miss you.
[And he's still not sure he fits in where he is, that he's doing what he should be doing. But he's not going to say that.]
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What do you miss most about me? Is it my cooking? My sense of humor? [Steve smirks.] It's my morning breath, isn't it?
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It's everything.
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[His name comes soft and unbidden. It's the honest little things like that that makes his heart swell in his chest.]
You know, I get crazy ideas sometimes.
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Only sometimes?
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[Touche though. Steve smiles a little.]
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. Don't ever forget that. They can send me off to battle all they want, but it's you I'm thinking of.
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[He sighs, his heart aching in the way that he's come to associate with Steve.]
And that's crazy?
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[Because he sees Bucky hurting, he knows it on some instinctual level. He has to lighten the mood.]
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