Steve "Stupid Beautiful Labrador Man" Rogers (
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eachdraidh2014-07-08 12:03 pm
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Looks like there's shortcuts now. Good to know, and I'm sure it makes my horse a lot happier.
[Because carrying around this big solid man for weeks isn't a graze in the pasture. Steve's reached a new destination though, with the help of a fairy ring or two. There's a lot of hustle and bustle behind him, the background so different from the rest of this world that it's obvious where he is. The effect is a lot like when he crashed through a wall and into the new and improved(?) Times Square.]
I think we were supposed to leave cakes for the fairies, except I didn't have any. I don't have much at all right now.
[His brow furrows at that. His plain white t-shirt is easy to see, and a glimpse of soft blue pants isn't impossible either. Yeah, he's been travelling from the other Court in his pajamas.
But at least he still has his shield.]
My name is Steve Rogers. I come from Earth, and I grew up in Brooklyn. I joined the Army, and I've been in a war before, so I thought I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. What I've found are people on both sides who really don't wanna fight. So I don't care if you're Seelie or Unseelie, if you're out there and you need help, I'll do whatever I can to help.
[To the absolute delight of travelling best buddy, no doubt. Steve starts to close his locket, before thinking of one last small detail.]
Oh, and for anyone who's been to the Station before, do you know where they sell shoes?
[Because carrying around this big solid man for weeks isn't a graze in the pasture. Steve's reached a new destination though, with the help of a fairy ring or two. There's a lot of hustle and bustle behind him, the background so different from the rest of this world that it's obvious where he is. The effect is a lot like when he crashed through a wall and into the new and improved(?) Times Square.]
I think we were supposed to leave cakes for the fairies, except I didn't have any. I don't have much at all right now.
[His brow furrows at that. His plain white t-shirt is easy to see, and a glimpse of soft blue pants isn't impossible either. Yeah, he's been travelling from the other Court in his pajamas.
But at least he still has his shield.]
My name is Steve Rogers. I come from Earth, and I grew up in Brooklyn. I joined the Army, and I've been in a war before, so I thought I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. What I've found are people on both sides who really don't wanna fight. So I don't care if you're Seelie or Unseelie, if you're out there and you need help, I'll do whatever I can to help.
[To the absolute delight of travelling best buddy, no doubt. Steve starts to close his locket, before thinking of one last small detail.]
Oh, and for anyone who's been to the Station before, do you know where they sell shoes?
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And then the measuring tapes come out, across his shoulders and across his chest, up the inside of his leg which, frankly, makes him a little uncomfortable. It's only a few minutes before he notices that Bucky is gone and in the clear. It takes several more minutes for Steve to be free the employees.
But he finally steps out of the shop, looking to the left and right for his partner-in-crime. He's not sure if he feels relief or a fresh wave of guilt...and he's suddenly wondering about all the little extras that Bucky came up with when they were kids, everything from penny candy to a warmer coat for Steve.]
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he's to the right and some distance away when steve comes out, clothes neatly folded and tucked against him, his hand lifted slightly to catch attention. when steve comes closer, he'll see a bright smile curving his mouth and his eyes looking a little brighter. as if doing something bad was just what the doctor ordered to clear the remaining grumpiness away. ]
No idea if this'll fit. You're too big now.
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But Bucky actually does look the happiest that he has since they left the revels behind, which is a nice change. Steve takes his set of clothes with a sigh and a little smile, holding the shirt up against his chest.]
Looks about right, but nothing's made the way it used to be. And if you think I'm too big, you should meet a couple of friends of mine.
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a strange look crosses bucky's face like a shadow, but doesn't settle and is chased away by another smile. ]
Made some friends, huh? [ his hand knocks against steve's shoulder. ] I'm happy for ya, pal. They treatin' you good?
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[But saving the world together isn't too bad as far as bonding experiences go. His response is a little distracted, because Steve's thinking of what they need next: a room, maybe an update on what's going on back at the castle. The friendly punch makes him look back at Bucky, his own smile fond and grounded in the here and now.]
Not as good as you did.
[He's just gotta get that in there before Bucky starts playing it off.]
Actually, one of them's Howard Stark's son.
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he's not above sentiment. sometimes.
anyway. he's sidetracked from his own ego when he brings up howard. ]
No shit. [ his eyes widen slightly, brows raising. ] Really? What's he like?
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Smart guy. A little bit flashy. We didn't much get along at first.
[One time Steve almost punched him in the face. It was awesome.]
I was wrong about him. He really came through when we were fighting that army from outer space.
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Oh, that's—
[ hahaha wait. ]
Army from outer space...?
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[He places his hands on his hips before taking a deep breath. Steve wasn't entirely used to the idea either.]
They were led by a guy called Loki. Some people say he's like a god. His brother Thor helped us beat him, but nothing says they're the only ones out there.
[Steve looks away for a moment. God he misses the days of punching Hitler.]
This sort of proves.
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he, too, looks away, lips drawing into a frown. ]
Proves what?
...left out a word right there. proves IT.
[Steve looks back at Bucky with an arched brow, forgetting his own question when he catches a glimpse of his curved down lips.]
Buck? Everything alright?
i got u, dude.
[ minus the giant acid spitting worms or whatever and the cows that transport you all over the place, of course.
bucky smiles again, head tipped to the side. ]
As fine as it's gonna be in a place like this. [ he jerks his thumb over his shoulder. ] Come on. Let's to find a place to clean up.
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[Steve slaps his shoulder, gives it a squeeze and a silent promise that everything will be fine, worms and cows and all.]
I hope they have tubs and showers. I could use a good soak.