"Damn it, Tony!" Who: Steve and Michiru When: After Steve's arrival Where: ...I have no idea where the...heck...he is. Probably somewhere in New England with the rest of these losers? What: A new arrival gets some help settling in, and attempts to get the lay of the land. Warnings: Will comment
There were times in his life when Steve secretly wished to blame his team for the crazy incidents they managed to drag him into and make him a part of. Most recently, he'd been stuck literally babysitting a pint sized Clint, Thor, and Natasha, but there had also been that week Bruce had spent stuck between forms and...
Well. Steve was pretty used to weird by now, and it was usually someone's fault. "Damn it, Tony." He muttered, under his breath as he waited now, for the lady he had met online to come and lend a hand. He was convinced, that somehow, their resident genius had introduced some new brainchild that had caused this.
Either way, he seemed to be stuck here for the moment, and the best thing to do was group with someone who knew what she was doing, get some answers and try to move on from there. Maybe it wasn't exactly an IDEAL way of going about things, but it was what he had on short notice, and he was too good a soldier not to learn to adapt even when he didn't like his options.
So, for the moment, he was waiting, mask off, in the corner of a small town diner, sipping a cup of frankly awful coffee as he scanned the crowd, feeling like some sort of star spangled nightmare. Least the shield had made it through with him, which oughta help a little, right?