sam kenworthy ✪ captain america (ex_capsicle301) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-01-12 22:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | james fox, sam kenworthy |
Who: Sam Kenworthy and James Fox
What: Thor, meet the Avengers. Or one of them, at least.
Where: The Norse Pirates MC in Las Cruces, NM
When: Saturday afternoon, January 12th, 2013
Warnings: TBD?
Sam was out of his element here, that much was obvious. He found the address Samantha had given him with relative ease, but even armed with the knowledge that he was heading for a motorcycle club – the kind you only heard about in Brooklyn, but never saw – he still wasn't prepared for the glares and suspicious looks he got when he stepped out of his shiny new rental car, parking right next to a row of clearly beloved motorcycles. Even his jeans and red zip-up jacket looked out of place here, but mostly it was his attitude that marked him as an outsider. Standing next to the open car door, Sam gave the guys outside the club a friendly smile and a polite nod, which only made their bushy brows furrow even deeper. Tough crowd, Steve thought drily, and privately Sam agreed with him, sighing to himself before he ducked back in the car, only to come out with two things that definitely didn't belong here.
Lattes.
Thanks to the convenient carrier the barista at the local coffee shop had given him, Sam was able to carry both of them in one hand, while the other attempted a wave after he shut the door and locked the car with a shrill beep beep! The oldest, grizzliest biker looked almost offended, but Sam had dealt with tougher crowds before, in another desert halfway around the world. At least with Iraq and Afghanistan he'd been prepared for the culture shock – the army made sure of that – but these guys were looking at him like he was from a completely different planet. Sam wondered to himself how they might've reacted if he'd shown up in full Captain America regalia and tried not to let his internal amusement show too much as he approached them. Probably they wouldn't take too kindly to that.
"Afternoon," Sam said, flashing them his most winning smile, for all the good it did. Only one of them even acknowledged him, nodding briskly and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Defensively. Sam tried again. "I'm looking for a man named James Fox? I was told he could be found here – he's not in any trouble," he added quickly. If this place was anything like Brooklyn, their immediate suspicion would be cop. "I just wanna talk to him. About his brother, among other things."
Sam stopped there, and wisely so. The man who nodded seem to straighten up at the mention of James's brother, while the other two men glanced at each other behind the first man's back. They knew something about Logan Fox, that was pretty clear, but how much, Sam couldn't say. James could have told them everything or nothing; he had no way of knowing, because he'd never met the man. Never even heard of him until today, when Samantha shared a piece of information she'd been keeping to herself. Not that Sam really blamed her. This was a delicate situation all around, and whatever the bikers knew, they did seem to understand that. Not just anyone would have the guts to show up here, ask for James, and namedrop his brother, but Sam? Sam had guts aplenty.
"Come on," the first biker said gruffly. "I'll take you to 'im." Sam nodded gratefully and followed the man inside, where the reincarnate of Thor, half-brother to both Loki and Logan Fox, was apparently (but unknowingly) waiting for him. He'd had doubts, but now Sam was glad he'd brought the lattes. Something told him they were gonna need them.