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Tweak says, "that happens to me sometimes."

Steve Rogers (captainhandsome) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-02-22 10:54:00

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america chavez (616), clint barton (616), clint barton (mcu), gamewide plot, janet van dyne (avac), kamala khan (avac), kate bishop (616), peter b parker (sv), steve rogers (mcu), tony stark (mcu)

WHO: Everyone and anyone!
WHAT: Something smells like dinner?
WHERE: The square of the unnamed town that is here
WHEN: The second day
RATING: Low

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Steve liked the fresh air, he hadn't got a chance to enjoy it in Wakanda, hadn't got a chance to do much except what had been done. Then like the dust in his hands it had all slipped away, reality and earth did as well. At first he'd been alone, he'd had time to explore everything by himself, had slept and eaten and there had been days of that kind of echoing quiet. It gave him time to think, this hadn't been part of his plan. He'd cleared out a house, put together a tool kit from things he'd found around. The tools had needed some care but worked well for his basic needs.

Once he'd seen to cleaning, washing windows inside and out, then it was building up firewood. Steve must have spent an entire day taking apart dead trees, carrying the stores into the square. It was good, he didn't think too much then, just that it might get cold, there might be more people.

And there were more people, strangers who appeared much the same as he had and Steve tried to give them space, be welcoming and yet not threatening. He wasn't sure how well it was working. But he'd decided that usually the best way to make peace and the like was through someone's stomach. Which is what had lead him to taking a little walk down to where the trees got closer together and twigs cracked under foot.

He never wanted to kill something, but he also understood foodchains and the like. The large boar hadn't stood much chance against the impact of his shield and it was quick at least. The rest of it took longer and Steve didn't have a lot of experience but it wasn't the first time he'd butchered something so he got there. Steve carried it back to the square, where he'd already lit the fire under the metal rack he'd dragged out from behind a shed was scrubbed clean. A spit would be better, but that kind of machinery wasn't his forte. Coals and what looked to be an old metal gate would do fine.

It was practically a barbecue.

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Sirius Black | Steve Rogers

beingsirius
2019-02-24 01:42 am UTC (link)

Oh, sure, Sirius already knew someone who could go around fighting animals and winning before cooking them for dinner (and maybe he could even do it himself if he was desperate enough), but when Regulus did it, it came with a side of contempt. And while that was probably well reasonable, considering, it didn't mean Sirius had to like it.

Not that he was sure that he'd like whatever was happening up here either, but everything smelled good even from a distance and Sirius was always both curious and social, so he saw absolutely no reason not to check it out. Mind, he had his wand in his pocket in case of emergency and wasn't fully open to the idea of trusting anyone he came across.

It was hard not to be paranoid in a place like this, full of questions and no answers.

He stepped close to the fire, peeking at the animal cooking there and feeling relieved it wasn't any kind of deer this time. "Wotcher?" He asked of the man poking at and turning the meat -- big guy, Sirius noted. Big shoulders. Little waist. Somber looking. That seemed to be something of a trend. "This a public event?"

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