steve rogers might be in the (wrongbusiness) wrote in remediumlogs, @ 2015-09-30 12:27:00 |
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Steve was more than a little torn on finding Natasha had been brought to this place as well. He’d be a liar if he said it wasn’t nice to know he wasn’t alone, that he had someone to help him figure out what the hell had happened and someone he knew could help protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. Whatever had brought them here, he didn’t trust them not to do worse. It was pretty clear that their arrival was only the start of something, and that something had the potential to be very bad. From what he’d already seen and read, it looked like there were a handful who would be capable in the event of that very bad, but having another Avenger there was a definite plus. More than that there was a very short (and it seemed to get shorter and shorter every day) list of people Steve trusted implicitly. Without doubt, without hesitation. Natasha all but topped that list. Even with everything that had happened - his own pulling back (while he trusted her he no longer a hundred percent trusted his own emotions in regard to her and didn’t know how to handle that). and the distance that had seemed to settle between them since the group had reformed after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D - he knew she had his back like he had hers. If he had to pick one person to be stuck here with, to try to figure out exactly where here was and who was behind it, it was Natasha. Even in the craziest of situations she had a way of grounding him, being a much needed sounding board. When it had become clear she wasn’t leaving after Banner it hadn’t even a been a question in Steve’s mind that she would lead the new Avengers with him. It hadn’t even been a discussion. It just was. So being stuck in this strange place? Yeah, he knew he could do that alone, but there was that small thought in the back of his mind that he didn’t want to. However, he mostly hated the idea of Natasha being stuck here like him. He had no doubt in her ability to handle whatever this place might throw at them, that didn’t mean he had to like it though. As much as he felt better knowing she was there to have his back, he felt terrible knowing she was stranded just like him. Whatever the intentions were of the people behind this, however they intended to use them to find this supposed cure - it couldn’t be good. It would get worse before it had any hope of getting better if they couldn’t find a way out here. He didn’t want that for her. He’d changed out of his suit and into some of the clothes provided in the apartment after he’d made sure Joey was up and running and then his own electricity and plumbing. Journal in hand, he didn’t head immediately to the floor and apartment number Natasha had given him. Instead he took a few moments to walk through the floors and make a note of the names on the doors. It had been a slight hope that if he and Natasha had been brought here that maybe he’d find another familiar name. There was a Sam, but there had been one in the journals looking for his brother and that didn’t seem like the Sam they knew. He made his way to Natasha’s and knocked on the door. “It’s me,” he said through the door when he heard footsteps approach from the other side. |