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falke - sam wilson ([info]winterfalcon) wrote in [info]thedisplaced,
@ 2017-11-07 08:24:00

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Entry tags:!delivery, !log/thread, sam wilson / falke (au), steve rogers / captain america (mcu)



Delivered by your standard courier delivery guy who requests a signature, though doesn't care whose. The name on the postal label is "D. Falke".


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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-06 07:34 pm UTC (link)
Steve is in his pjs when he checks the mail. He's been slacking, and last night was rough. Staying up with Sam interrupted his old man sleep schedule.

He sees Falke and remembers that was the name Sam gave him. So he goes to find him, holding the packages in one arm.

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-06 07:58 pm UTC (link)
Still jittery after the explosions the night before, Falke hadn't actually retreated far. It's one of those moods that shows why his file had labeled him as both claustrophobic and agoraphobic; after spending all night huddled in Steve's room, the last thing he wanted to do was go straight back to his. And besides, from his perch on a roof down the block he could see their front door. The idea of Steve living with so many people was weird, but if anyone strange approached looking like they meant trouble, he'd have it well in-- wing.

Instead he sees Steve come out in his pyjamas (always baffling to him - separate clothes just for sleeping in?) to examine two boxes with the Amazon logo. He isn't at quite the right angle to read the delivery label, but he remembers, he's pretty sure, making an order. Is the timing right for delivery? He can't remember. Doesn't know when he'd put it through, let alone how long it's supposed to take.

Oh well. He can see Steve straighten and look around, so he rises, pushing forward so that momentum would surely have him tumbling down the angled roof if he were anyone else. Instead, he flies, an easy glide that closes the gap between them quickly before he sets down a few feet away.

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-06 08:07 pm UTC (link)
Steve was turning towards the door when he heard the sound of a light touch down. He was used to it from his Sam landing so gracefully. It still startled him a bit, since he was groggy. "Wha--" He spun around and looked at Sam in the front yard.

The boxes nearly fell out of his arms, but Steve was super, remember? He caught them before they were jostled too much.

"These for you?" He had a look of pity on his face, after spending the night with Sam and learning those wings don't come off.

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-06 08:19 pm UTC (link)
Pity. He was bad with his own emotions, whether understanding them or expressing them, but there were several that plenty of exposure had made easy to read on other people's faces. This one... well, he was used to it from Steve. Sometimes it had been suffocating back home and he'd had to flee from the weight of it even if he always knew he'd be back, because pity was better than hate or disgust or the prospect of always, always being on his own. Besides, sometimes Steve forgot to feel sorry for him, and he wouldn't miss out on that.

He nodded once at the question before remembering himself. Words. Words were polite. "Yes. They can't-- where I live. No back ups." He didn't even really notice the choppiness of his words, thoughts filling in what he was intending to say.

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-06 09:44 pm UTC (link)
Pity slowly turned to confusion. Steve gently lifted up the packages and held them out to Sam. He remembered what it was like with Bucky. Approach them like a scared animal. Like the cats he used to rescue when he was a kid in Brooklyn. Coax them with food, pets, soft words. Well, he wouldn't pet Sam but he could give him a pat on the back. Between those... horrible wings.

"What do you mean, bud?"

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-06 10:00 pm UTC (link)
It was something of a struggle to order his thoughts to be comprehensible to someone else. All the connections between things in is head were short cuts, really, skipping past whole piles of implication and context that seemed obvious to him so that people would keep having to remind him to post on the network with more than one word comments. "They'd know... my address. Where I live. Before here I had--" He knew the shape of the concept, could have gestured with his hands if he wasn't holding the boxes, but that might not have been useful anyway. "Die Verstecke? Uh... other places. Here's no good. People notice gaps. There's no empty buildings."

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-07 12:23 am UTC (link)
"You don't want anyone to know where you live, then." Steve said, understanding. He didn't know much German, so he had to guess a little. "No one around here's going to hurt you. Have you talked to Bucky yet? He went through the same thing..." Then Steve realized he probably told Sam that last night a couple of times. In between the sandwich and the jazz.

"You're safe with the Avengers. We watch after each other. Brothers." He paused, "And sisters."

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-07 12:51 am UTC (link)
It was easy enough to say no one would hurt him, but he kinda assumed he'd thought that about the military, in the start. The choppiness of his memory that far back was a blessing more than anything else, the few scattered images not enough for him to put together when he'd realised what was really going on, to know how the betrayal had felt. And Steve had sure as hell said it about the Avengers before Stark had shot him and pinioned his wings so he couldn't move and put him in a little cell with an invisible wall so everyone could see him fail to keep calm when he realised they were underwater. No escape, and Steve had his real friend, so coming back would be the worst idea in the world. Of course he'd forgotten how completely stupid Steve could be.

Still, it didn't make him all that keen to believe him this time. "Maybe." Not a yes, but more importantly not a no, even if there were a whole lot of people he didn't know inside as well as one person he kind of knew way too well, who could probably crawl inside him just by looking and find all the worst places. It was only belatedly he recalled that there'd been a question in all that with the way that the starts of even short speeches sometimes slipped away from him when he got tired or scattered. "I. Talked to him a bit. Yeah."

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-07 01:01 am UTC (link)
Steve was so very heartbroken at that moment. He had to go through this with Bucky and now Sam. He couldn't protect them. He felt like a failure, and Steve didn't deal with failure very well. He rubbed the back of his neck and pointed at the boxes.

"What'd you order? And you got Prime, that's good. Faster. Like Quicksilver. Did you ever meet him?"

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-07 01:31 am UTC (link)
Steve's expression was confusing, like he was unhappy about something, though Falke couldn't figure out what he might have done wrong. He needed to pay more attention to figure this Steve out.

In the meantime he shook his head slowly, hoping this wasn't something he was supposed to know. "I don't think so?" He frowned, but the name really didn't seem very familiar. "It's just-- puzzles and MREs mostly. Stuff to do." And, because the first Steve he'd known had always seemed happy when he said things like it, he mustered the will to add, "I like puzzles."

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-07 01:47 am UTC (link)
Steve looked at Sam in the eyes, trying to figure him out right back. He wasn't sure why either of the Sams bothered with him, he wasn't a very good friend. Always asking for help saving the world and that nonsense.

"What kind of puzzles? Like the cardboard ones with the jagged edges? Do you want help?"

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-07 02:02 am UTC (link)
It was difficult to look anyone in the eye, let alone Steve with all that bright blue earnestness, but he thought he made a fairly credible attempt. Briefly, at least. It wasn't exactly something he'd had a lot of practice with so far. "Any kind where you have to move things round. I don't know, it makes it easier to think."

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-07 02:05 am UTC (link)
Steve nodded, "Oh like the ones with the little metal balls in them? I used to have one of those when I was a kid." He suddenly sounded more interested, trying to reach Sam's heart. Maybe he could fix it. "You want to go inside and show me?"

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-07 02:20 am UTC (link)
It had taken a while for Falke to figure out that Steve really truly didn't know just how magnetic and appealing he could get when he was like this. The observation was a surprise every time. Surely it was obvious - HYDRA had picked him because he flew well and followed orders, and SHIELD had picked Steve because he was a very sincere rock that people couldn't help but pay attention to.

Inside was dangerous. Lots of people lived there, he knew - it had taken him a couple of loops to figure out which window would get him into Steve's room. There were a lot of windows. He could always leave by one if he wanted, he told himself, and finally offered a hesitant, "Okay," looking cautiously up from under his lashes to see Steve's reaction.

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-07 02:32 am UTC (link)
Steve always stood up very straight. His spine was an exclamation point. He had to duck his head a little to look into Sam's eyes. --He couldn't call this man anything other than Same. Falke just reminded him again that he failed to save someone.

"We can go to my room if you want. I'll just stay in my pajamas all day, I guess. We deserve it after last night." He had to bash little Gremlin's heads in, so it was very taxing. And then taking care of Sam with the explosions... he was tired.

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-07 03:07 am UTC (link)
He nodded at that, a little grateful for the retreat. It still meant walking through the public areas of the house but he could handle that well enough. There was probably some joke to be made, something about sleepovers or pyjamas or what girls got up to together that would make his eyes widen in surprise as he burst out into bright laughter, but it slipped past him, not quite reachable. Frustrating.

Instead he just pulled his wings in a little tighter, an attempt to look more normal, to discourage anyone from staring.

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-07 06:34 pm UTC (link)
Steve lead the way through the house. He was already comfortable enough with the place-- it looked exactly like the one back home. So it wasn't hard. Barefoot even though it was November, he hopped up onto the step and made his way upstairs.

"I had an apartment that I kept outside of the compound. That's how I met Sharon, she was my neighbor." Steve was talking because the silence was terrifying him.

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-07 07:24 pm UTC (link)
It was like an immutable fact of life, apparently - Steve liked to talk. Honestly, it was kind of soothing, even if it was difficult to actively pay attention to everything he said. His attention floated in and out sometimes, the words forming a sort of background soundtrack before snapping back into focus. The mention of Sharon seemed familiar, possibly leftovers from when she'd lived with Steve on Knowhere... no. He remembered Natasha trying to convince him not to stay in his apartment, in the early days. Too many people knew where it was. She'd mentioned Sharon then. "DC," he remembered; it had only been later that he'd followed Steve up to the New York facility.

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-08 12:26 am UTC (link)
"Yeah! DC. Near SHIELD HQ." Steve was happy Sam was remember something, at least. He didn't know if Sam was going to be like Bucky was at first. And Bucky was much better now, Steve noticed. Living with Natasha, being with Natasha. It was good for both of them.

Steve reached the top of the stairs and swung a left and a few doors down to his room. The door was left open a few feet. He had nothing to hide-- actually he didn't have much of anything, so what was the point?

"C'mon in, we can sit on the floor again if you don't mind."

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-08 02:18 am UTC (link)
He shrugged at that, largely indifferent as he slid to the ground in an easy movement. "I barely use furniture." Partly a matter of practicality - most of it wasn't exactly built to accommodate the length of his wings even when folded up, let alone as he curved one forward to efficiently slice open the tape across the packages - but largely simple habit. It was far easier to find boltholes when you weren't worried about beds or chairs, or flat floor for that matter.

The smaller box seemed to just be the long life food he'd been curious about, a random mix of energy bars, dehydrated packets and a couple of cans that would allegedly transform into something resembling scrambled eggs or rice and chicken, and he pushed it aside to dig instead through the packaging in the other one. He hadn't been very discerning about the puzzles, mostly just clicking on a couple that were colourful and had a lot of pieces as well as a few fiddly brain teasers, but looking at them he realised now that they were all locations that prompted a vague sense of familiarity. He frowned at them for a moment, trying to remember when he'd been to any of those places before pushing the thought aside. It didn't matter. "Santorini or Neuschwanstein?"

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-08 03:29 am UTC (link)
Steve remembered eating those things. He had to eat a lot after the serum and was never full after eating them. He made a face that quickly straightened up when he realized it might be rude to Sam. Steve forced a smile when Sam cut open the package.

"Hmm. The second one, it looks interesting. I've never seen a puzzle like that before." Something about Sam reminded Steve of a child. The way he snuck into his room, the way he was comforted by food and puzzles. He didn't want to patronize him, he wanted desperately to protect him. Like he felt with Bucky. However, with Bucky, they had history. Sam he knew pretty well-- and the man was very loyal. He wondered if this Sam's Steve were good friends. Might as well ask.

"So you have a different Steve back home?"

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-08 07:06 am UTC (link)
The difference been phone apps and physical puzzles, Falke quickly discovered (or remembered - the information didn't seem new, exactly), was that once you'd installed a phone app you could start playing straight away. Puzzle boxes were full of bags, keeping everything contained in orderly little suffocation hazards. Not great suffocation hazards, they were too small to really be useful for anything but--

He blanked on that thought, hands stilling for a moment before Steve's question pulled him back and he resumed opening the bags and tipping out pieces as though nothing had happened. "Not very. Different." Breathe. "He jumps off things a lot and never sleeps."

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-08 09:46 pm UTC (link)
Steve took the box from Sam and then held it out to him, so he could cut it open. He was getting used to this whole wing thing.

"I do that, but I enjoy a sleep. Even though I slept for several years, I'm okay with going to sleep at night. Don't know what I'd do with myself. Were you two friends?"

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-08 11:46 pm UTC (link)
A surprisingly loaded question, really. How did you tell whether someone thought of you as a friend or a useful ally? He'd tolerated him making use of his apartment and going through his stuff, but he'd assumed it was Bucky at first and then Falke had been feeding him whatever intel he could find in the HYDRA bases he remembered. The Steve on Knowhere had called them friends, but he'd come in biased and had never quite seemed as happy as that time he'd lost several years of memories and started acting like the guy he'd been before HYDRA had been anything more than a chapter in a history book.

On the other hand, he was pretty certain that I don't know, what do friends do? was one of those things that would just result in people making sad or disappointed faces at him. People really didn't need any help with that. He went, instead, with a more diplomatic, "I think so;" if it wasn't true, then at least there was no one here who could contradict him.

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-09 04:34 am UTC (link)
Steve appreciated each of his friends. Because he was the boy who's only friend was Bucky Barnes. So after the serum, he took to Peggy and Howard, the Howling Commandos. Then the Avengers and eventually, Sam. He held onto them. When Peggy died, he felt like he somehow failed her, despite her dying of natural causes.

"I'll be your friend. I figure after what we've already been through in the past 24 hours, that was a given."

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[info]winterfalcon
2017-11-09 05:09 am UTC (link)
Now admittedly it was likely that he had some degree of neurological damage on top of the brainwashing, but he was pretty sure that coming home to find someone had climbed in your window to camp out in the corner of your room, refuse to make conversation and eat your food before having packages sent to your house so no one would find out where they lived was not actually what most people would call a bonding experience. But with the number of different Steves he'd met now he was beginning to suspect that this really was just some strange quirk of his personality, that he just attached himself to... well, whatever it was about Falke that he apparently found appealing, whether it was the neediness, the personal vendetta against HYDRA, or (possible, though he wasn't sure how much they really had in common) being Sam Wilson. It was sort of an odd idea, one that made him tilt his head quizzically and grace him with a slightly skeptical look. "You're not very good at making friends, are you?"

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[info]rogerthat
2017-11-09 05:21 pm UTC (link)
Steve chuckled then, his mind on pulling apart the small packages holding the pieces to the puzzle. "No, I'm not. They usually come to me." He thought about it, all of his friends had come to him as a leader they wanted to follow. Sam Wilson was about the only one he trusted immediately and went to HIM when things were FUBAR after SHIELD went after him and Natasha.

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