steve's luck with things that fly is nonexistent, really.

[enshields]

Who: Crew of the Bloodsport, anyone who'd drop by!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Anywhere on the ship.
When: 12/13/15 specifically, but you can really pick and choose as much as you would like as far as dates go. Get your mingle on!

ps: as an aside, the bit of media that Steve received was a 'Star-Spangled Man' USO performance so if anyone wants to have seen that so hilarity can ensue, feel free.

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[redactions]

[ Quietly, stilled by that look, ]

Good thing you have him, then.

[enshields]

[Except, he has ghosts and ashes and a headstone in Arlington that spelled his middle name wrong (how did that even happen? It's a Goddamned President) and someone who barely knows him, and the man in front of him to whom his every word seems an agony.

He looks down.]

Just so's he knows that goes both ways.

[redactions]

[ I see you, Rogue had said, this hurts the same. His fingers curl, then uncurl, and he feels like his knees will give way even though his body feels perfectly fine. ]

I — [ the words here aren't sorry. ] See you.

[enshields]

[Soft,]

Don't be a stranger, Jim.

[He breaks first, and turns. There are dishes to put away.]