Steve Rogers is (_shieldless_) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-10-02 19:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, daisy johnson, malcolm bright, steve rogers |
Who: Steve Rogers & Open to multiples (edited to add)
What: Steve's being a loner by doing patrol rounds in the wee hours
When: Oh God AM 10/3
Where: Through the empty hallways of the hotel
Warnings: TBD
Status: Open/ongoing
Steve was brooding. He did that. Regardless of what he'd been told, Steve carried guilt over Sookie. He wasn't comfortable here, hadn't found his footing. Judging by the lack of communication from the people he knew back home, they were settling into routines. Granted, Tony wasn't talking to him at all so that wasn't a surprise. But he was glad for them. They all deserved to find whatever happiness they could after everything they'd all been through. And Steve was definitely used to settling for whatever peace he could grasp.
He realized he was getting way too maudlin so he kept to himself. Regardless of if he was scheduled for it, he went for patrols during the early/late hours of the night and kept to areas where he knew he wouldn't run into anyone. Used to operating on little sleep he also still kept his own scheduled time. In between times he'd grab a bite from the kitchen, go for a run, hit the gym, shower, sleep, repeat. It was almost like being at home. So maybe he was becoming content here after all.
Tonight he was patrolling the sub-levels. Steve made sure the office and salon were locked. No one was ransacking medical. When he reached the lounge he decided to take a small break. The décor was reminiscent of the pubs he and the gang used to frequent between missions back during the war. Feeling a little nostalgic he went behind the bar to pour himself a glass of beer.