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Steve "Fight Me" Rogers ([info]_onyourleft_) wrote in [info]somerealityrpg,
@ 2020-08-24 14:07:00

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Entry tags:active: james rogers, active: steve rogers

Who: Steve Rogers (open to any of his house mates if they want)
What: Dinner, etc
Where: The apartment
When: Evening
Warnings: None


Putting out an open request for information was always going to get a lot of responses, but he’d been counting on that. He knew it wasn’t everyone. There were those who either hadn’t seen it yet, or didn’t want to respond. And that was okay. He wasn’t expecting everyone to volunteer that kind of information. He’d been counting on the want to share what they could do from a lot of them, though.

It might not have been done as efficiently as Tony could have managed, but he got the information collated in a way that worked for him. Knew, on a basic level at least, what each of the people who’d spoken up could, and wanted, to do. He did feel better for it, too. Like he’d told Darcy.

The other thing he’d told her held true, too. He wouldn’t presume to think all these people would just defer to him and take his orders. Even if he knew it would be a hell of a lot easier. Too many headstrong people vying for control wouldn’t help things at all. But he did want it. The responsibility. It sat well with him to know calls were his to make, the consequences ultimately his to face.

The fact of it was, last time they'd been faced with a serious threat, threats, there'd been no one in command, no strategies, not even a hint of a plan. And though a few half hearted attempts had been made, once they were already in the heat of battle it was too late for that. And that was largely Steve's motivation for doing that.

Closing the laptop and tossing his notebook on top of it, he stood from his spot on the couch to see what in the fridge could maybe be turned into dinner. Having James start living there hadn’t really helped with the always running out of food problem. He didn’t eat as much as the rest of them, but the kid was no slouch.

When none of the food staring back at him offered any immediate inspiration, Steve shut the fridge again, reaching for his phone. Pizza worked.



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[info]lt_america
2020-08-25 01:05 pm UTC (link)
James didn’t really know what sort of emergency his dad had been speaking of, something that had apparently happened before, but it had seemed pretty serious. There was a second or two where James regretted that he’d neglected some of his training recently, but reassured himself that if he could take on Ultron, he could take on anything.

It was with that confidence that James made his way out from his room towards the kitchen, and was unsurprised to see his father there. James had a habit of just always being near the kitchen, and it was amusing to find his father there.

James grabbed a bag of chips from the cabinet before hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter near where his dad stood. His eyes drifted over to the area his father was working, than back to his dad while he ordered the pizza, politely waiting until he was done.

“Sooo,” James dragged out slowly, “You want to tell me about it, or should I just start taking guesses.”

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[info]_onyourleft_
2020-08-25 01:44 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't honestly all that surprising that anyone who shared his DNA had any kind of appetite. Either way, he'd be interested to know just what a reduced iteration of the serum entailed. He'd feel a lot better with some kind of baseline to work from, to know what James could and couldn't do. The incident with the smores had been not too serious but enlightening nonetheless.

Still, all that being said it wasn't surprising to have James join him in the kitchen and make a beeline for a bag of chips at dinner time. Should he have been saying something about spoiling dinner? He couldn't quite bring himself to want to. "Pizza okay?" He asked absently as he finished the order before setting his phone on the counter.

It was only then that James spoke again and he took in that expression he recognised all too well as one of his own. It was only a little disconcerting to see it reflected back at him from someone else. "Depends just what it is you're asking, James. If it's about what prompted me to do this," given the significant glance at his notes, "there's plenty I'm happy to tell you. What is it you want to know?"

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[info]lt_america
2020-08-25 06:05 pm UTC (link)
“Yeah,” James grinned, “Pizza is great.” It didn’t stop him from popping half of a handful of chips in his mouth before pointing the bag towards his dad as if to share with him.

James considered his words for a moment, he saw what a few of the other people had said, caught glimpses of things on the network afterwards. He didn’t know what it led up to, but clearly it had his dad and Tony concerned enough to want to put him in armor.

“Must have been bad, yeah?” He asked gently. “You and Tony seem very concerned about whatever it was. Did it--- like destroy the town?” He couldn’t help the concern creeping into his tone, remembering the remains of what was once New York.

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[info]_onyourleft_
2020-08-25 11:18 pm UTC (link)
He doubted he could get enough of the kid's enthusiasm for things if he tried. Which was probably going to turn him into Tony and have him spoiling him or something, but he figured he could probably do with a bit of that, given where he'd come from.

"Well." He took a few of the offered chips, leaning against the cupboards opposite James. "I think Tony and I would be concerned where you're concerned whatever we might be facing. Tony would honestly probably prefer to keep his entire family wrapped up in bubble wrap and hidden in a bunker. And before you say it, we're not going to stop you fighting, if it comes down to it." Because it had obviously been a concern of his.

"The town wasn't really destroyed. Basically, we had a lot of different people show up, from different places. Ultron included. I ended up getting hurt, keeping Hela away from the villa. Not sure if you've heard of her, she's from Thor's world. Anyway, we have a lot of people living here who can't fight so there wasn't a lot of choice." He wasn't worried about telling James. It was important for him to know that quick healing and everything else on his side, he wasn't invincible.

"The truth is, I'm not worried about the same thing happened again. I'm worried about anything happening again and us being unprepared. I hadn't been here that long but it was a bit of a mess. No one calling the shots, no plan. There were a few people here organising food, but that was about it."

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[info]lt_america
2020-08-26 02:10 am UTC (link)
“I mean, he’s done that.” James pointed out with his eyebrows raised, popping a chip into his mouth. “It was more of a hidden dome in the arctic with secret underground laboratories, but I feel like the moral is still the same.” He smiled though. As bad as it sounded, James knew that it was done to protect them, and time there weren’t as bad as they sometimes felt. He had been happy and healthy and cared for most of his life.

James shuddered slightly when his dad mentioned that Ultron had been here. He wanted to argue that they had gotten rid of Ultron, but it made sense that if others can be pulled before their death than maybe bad guys could too. He shook his head and frowned though, as his father spoke about Hela though. He had never heard about any of Thor’s siblings before. “I’m glad you’re better.”

“How do you get prepared for a place that is the definition of unpredictable?” He questioned, mostly because he didn’t understand what his dad aimed to do if he wasn’t thinking of specific scenarios.

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[info]_onyourleft_
2020-08-26 02:30 am UTC (link)
"That's a fair point," he allowed with a smile. Given the world they lived in, Steve could understand it on some level. At least from what he knew of the situation. He couldn't blame Tony wanting to protect those important to him. They just went about it in different ways. Steve's approach to danger had always been to face it, head on. Push back until it went away.

Mentioning Ultron might have been a low blow, but he'd done it because he didn't want to pull punches with James, and that was a good way to help him understand what this place was capable of. "I heal quick, I was good in a couple of days." No how many hits he'd taken, he didn't carry the physical scars.

"You don't," he admitted. "Not fully, anyway. And not with so many competing personalities and objectives." Not everyone was going to defer to him, and like he'd told them all, he didn't expect that. Even if it would make it easier. "But if I know what everyone can do, it's easier to make plans when the time comes. Now I know who I'll have on the ground, who I can rely on to have eyes on everything. The people who'll defend this place and the people who can't fight. That's the best we've got, and that's important."

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[info]lt_america
2020-08-26 03:35 pm UTC (link)
James nodded, “I didn’t really inherit that ability.” He admitted, though he was wishing he had. “I’m a bit more durable than the average person, can take a hit pretty well from Torunn, but I can’t say I heal any faster than anyone else.” With that he pulled the sleeve of his left arm up to reveal a small, thin pale scar that ran across his arm. “Tor got me with a sword once, and only one.” He smirked.

“We could break it into teams, right?” James said with his eyebrows raised, “Either divide them up by similar talents, or make diverse pockets-- that would probably be better actually, because we don’t know what we’re up against. That way… each person who wants to lead… they can. They can be, for the most part, calling the shots for their own little squadron, and that way you or Tony or someone can try and uh… whats the word… coordinate them within the bigger picture. That way one person isn’t in control of everyone and trying to call the shots for everyone. Like Team A can report to Captain A and if there is still issues Captain A can ask for help from the Controller and maybe then the Controller ask Team B to help them or something.”

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[info]_onyourleft_
2020-08-27 12:22 am UTC (link)
Steve leaned forward to get a better look at the scar, before nodding. "I bet it was just the once. You guys are pretty competitive." They were obviously very close, and he was glad James had that. "Was one of the things I was hoping you'd picked up, honestly." But the suit would help. Steve hadn't been hurt too many times, not really, discounting the war. It just meant he was more inclined to do some things people normally wouldn't, and he was glad enough James wouldn't be doing any of that.

"Teams could definitely work. Either way has benefits." Keeping them together based on skill made sense strategically, but if they all became divided, having them in diverse pockets as James had termed it, would be better. There were still a lot of things to consider, but that was what this was about. Making a start. "Maybe you and I can work on some different ideas together, what do you think?" He reached out to snag the chip packet from him, taking a few chips before handing it back.

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[info]lt_america
2020-08-27 09:54 pm UTC (link)
“We’re the oldest, we both feel like we should be the ones leading… Torunn really stepped up a lot when I stopped being accountable.” James was proud of his sister for continuing training, for keeping the younger brother motivated, even when he himself couldn’t get out of bed before noon at times. James just shrugged when his dad admitted he’d picked up his regenerative abilities. “Still I’m tougher than average, I think.” Though all he’d really had that to compare to was his goddess sister and his younger brothers.

James nodded. “Yeah. We can come up with a bunch of different ways and then maybe present a few different solutions to people and see what they think.” James was all about meeting a project head on, especially since he considered himself pretty good at tactics.

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