Steve (therewasatime) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-08-28 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lois lane, steve rogers/captain america |
The Players : steve rogers/captain america. open post.
What: the captain arrives.
Where : local park.
When : after the entrances of the other dames.
Rating : pg for this good ol' boy.
Steve Rogers let the calm sound of the wind and the light crunch of the leaves take away his thoughts. All his problems were his own and no amount of alcohol would take that away. He'd have to buck up and learn to roll with the punches.
It all started when he wanted to contribute something-- be a proud member of the American race. Steve didn't want to be a hero, the likelihood of that seemed... laughable. He just wanted to know he had done his part and he did it to the best of his abilities. Joining the army wasn't a conscious effort to be a Nazi-killing soldier, but rather a chance to protect the people and the country he loved.
A cute girl jogged by, giving him an approving glance. He smiled, to be kind, but he had no interest of a new 'dance partner' just yet. Especially knowing her "approval" was probably of his 'scientific enhancements' rather than his actual worth as a human being. After losing his chance to dance with the intelligent and equally beautiful Peggy Carter, he had lead in his shoes. Besides, if he could nap for 70 years and it just felt like another lazy Sunday rest, how could he even fathom the idea of a lifetime dance partner? He didn't want to watch all that he learned to love wither and die. But that was him bordering on sulkiness again.
Gotta take the high road, Capt., or you're in for a miserable ride.
It was probably something Fury would say if he knew his thoughts. Which reminded him, he was on a mission. Ending up in Red Oaks was, well for lack of a better word, a surprise. Chasing a villain in the rain one minute, only to be in a warm, sunny Red Oaks the next does that to a man though. Strange wasn't a new ball game for him, but even this one tipped the scales.
So where to begin? He was given a spyglass and a region to search but no compass. How was he supposed to know if he was going North or West? Logic said he should let history be his guide. Maybe the archives around here would give him a lead. It could be a dead end, but it was a start. And if he had learned anything, it was the fact that a man just needed a start. The rest would eventually fall into place.