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Captain Sam Wilson (captcommunist) wrote in snapthread,

Even before becoming an actualfax superhero Sam hadn't exactly been shy about his body; these days he was fully aware that he'd never been in better shape - and that it showed. All he needed was a decently fitted t-shirt to outline his arm muscles (that shield was heavy, dammit) and he was pretty much good to go. It was something he just didn't need to think about much, heavily aided by the fact that he'd never been the kind of person who demanded an hour long routine and a shelf full of products before they'd show their face in public. He was no Thor or Luke Cage, sure, but then in his experience no one was unless they had some kind of super-status. Muscles like that did not happen to a human naturally. At least he could pass as normal.

He hopped down smoothly as she approached, unfazed by the bird quip - he'd built up an immunity to them long before Redwing came along thanks to his teenage interest in pigeons - and rolled his shoulders while he could, knowing that the falcon was bound to land on one sooner or later. Two or three pounds didn't sound like much until it became accustomed to putting all its weight right on your trapezius in the form of wicked looking talons.

"Don't worry, most people go for the easy jokes anyway. Nice bat." Harley was small and blonde, which wasn't exactly a shock from the demographic make up of the group that he'd seen so far, though she was at least trying to personalise it a bit with the hair dye. He wasn't sure if it was faded deliberately or if had happened since being here, and wondered idly if she was going to have to find some other way of distinguishing herself. Or maybe she didn't care.