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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SUNDAY;

[enshields]

[Last time he had enough people under his roof to warrant cooking for a pack of them was back when his Ma was still alive, and Bucky would spend days (work allowing) crashing at his place. Steve had always been so desperate to contribute in any way worth the value of what he was given, it was the least he could do. Sunday dinner was never quite a tradition-- Ma and Buck both pulled too many double shifts, food would've gone cold on the table if he'd tried, but he learned young and real quick how to pull together a good meal from next to nothing out of fish on the verge of turning and a few wrinkled-up potatoes.

The 21^st century introduced him to spices beyond salt and pepper, even if he'd about choked first time he saw the cost of saffron. And the cooking channel was a good way to while away the hours when it was his third straight night awake. Restaurant food still tasted weird to him. Too much sugar in the bread, too much salt and fat in everything else. So mostly, he cooked for himself. Multiplying the portion sizes relative to the crew wasn't hard.

Sunday rolls around, and he's had the benefit of spending a few days rustling up ingredients. What he whips up (somewhat precariously in the small space) is a tuna casserole. When it's finished, he'll call the crew in over the intercom. There's no real expectation folks'll want to eat in a group, and Steve hasn't been one for saying grace in years, so it's mostly a call to serve yourself and do whatever you'd like afterwards.

People can also drop in to help with PREP or CLEAN-UP just toss a header in! Tag around, have fun, etc.]

A wild Winter appears!!

[reconstitution]

[ In all honesty, he's cashing in a favor from Robin, wandering the ship in search of him. He's got a book in hand, and all he wants is a peaceful place to sit and read. That, and Robin seems pretty okay.

Definitely feel free to approach him! ..Whether he wants you to or not. ]

SUNDAY; CLEAN-UP

[reconstitution]

[ It's really only coincidence that he happens to even be on the Bloodsport today of all days. His real mission is hunting down Robin, though he seems to do a bang-up job of hiding on his own ship. ..Though Winter can't say much about it since he is just as bad.

He has no idea that Steve is even on the ship, let alone an actual crew member. As luck would have it, he's entirely missed the announcement over the intercom. He can hear someone tinkering in a room nearby, echoing down the halls.

Of course he has to investigate by peering in, and wouldn't you know it? It's Steve. He's not completely opposed to seeing him, it just feels strange. Winter is less stressed out knowing that he doesn't care if memories never come back, though there is that small veil of expectation. Regardless of whether or not it's actually there, he feels like it is a tangible thing. The only thing that's left to do is grin and bear it.

He absolutely will stand in the doorway completely silent until Steve does take notice of him. Only because he's running through his mind just what to say. ]

SUNDAY; PREP

[mikangirl]

[In reality, she only comes into the kitchen to wash up a couple of glasses. Seeing Steve in there pulls her up short and she leans against the doorway, glass rims caught in her fingers.]

I see you weren't kidding. What's on the menu?

[enshields]

[He's covered in flour up to elbows, so he nods at her instead of any sort of hand gesture.]

I was thinkin' tuna casserole. Ingredients don't have to be fresh to taste good. I'm not using the sink, you go ahead.

[enshields]

[There's an absence of air in the doorway, Steve tips his head to acknowledge it. There aren't many people alive that silent, and of them he knows only one that wouldn't have spoken to announce their presence. He reaches for a towel off the rack, dries his hands and slings it over his shoulder as he turns.]

Hey.

[He offers a slight smile, but it's muted compared to the sincerity of the warmth he always feels around Buck.]

You know-- I never did ask what you want to be called.

[reconstitution]

[ He knows full well that Steve will notice his presence and probably react when he wants to. He isn't disappointed when he finishes what he's doing and turns to look at him. He nods in return, moving fully into the kitchen, though he keeps a few feet of distance between them. ]

..Hey.

[ He frowns, but takes the time to actually consider it. ]

They've been calling me Winter. Since I didn't know..

[enshields]

[It's almost maddeningly difficult to get a straight answer out of him. Probably, everything he says carries the concern or threat of punishment if it's slightly out of line, and Steve's frowning a bit in an abstract way - that line between his brows - as he nods along.]

Well, lemme know if there's something else you wind up preferring. Until then, here-- siddown, I'll get you a plate.

[There are still dishes to be done, and he really should sweep and mop the floor to get the last vestiges of flour done away with, but he's got time enough for this.]

Anything to drink? We've got-- [don't mind his rummaging, pal.] water, coffee, milk looks like.

SUNDAY; prep

[tothefly]

Need a hand with anything?

[She doesn't bother with things like greetings, or even a cleared throat to let him know she's there. They've been partners long enough he should know better, friends long enough he should expact nothing less.]

[enshields]

[He gives her a considering look over his shoulder. A pause, and then,]

How do'you feel ahout biscuits?

[reconstitution]

I'll let you know if it comes up.

[ He takes the seat furthest away from the door, giving him enough of a vantage point that he doesn't feel like he's left himself vulnerable to attack. ]

Water is fine.

[ Really, coffee would be good, too, but he doesn't want Steve to have to bother with it. First options are generally safe ones, anyway. Especially when he already went through the trouble of cooking, looks like. ]

EATING

[bb_wolf]

[The moment the smell of food starts to waft through the ship, Bigby appears. The promise of something real to eat, not just the shitty gel cubes he's been forcing down to silence his hunger is beyond tempting.]

You have to tell me that's for sharing. I haven't had real food since I got to this place.

[mikangirl]

Sounds better than our usual gel fare. [She moves to the sink to wash up, but peers at what he's doing. Tuna has always been well liked on her crew.]

You need a hand? I mean, I'm only washing dishes because I've run out of things to do.

[mikangirl]

[Nami's up on the bridge attempting to study charts and give herself a headache in the process. There's a vast difference in mechanics between these and the ones she's used to.

The appearance of a complete stranger in the doorway is kind of a welcome break. She glances up and gives him a faint smile.]

Looking for anyone in particular, or just sightseeing?

[reconstitution]

[ He really doesn't want to interrupt if she's busy, but he glances around the bridge, but stays where he is. ]

I'm looking for Robin? He doesn't know I'm here.

[ He doesn't have his personal number, and it felt weird broadcasting something unnecessary like that. ]

[mikangirl]

Ah. Most times you can find him in the kitchen or engineering if he's not in his room. You ever been here before? I don't... actually know if all the ships have the same layout or not.

[Not particularly busy, per se. More bored.]

[reconstitution]

This is my first time visiting a ship that isn't the Iskaulit.

[ It's just not something that he does. Especially if he doesn't know the location. He makes mental notes of 'kitchen' and 'engineering'. ]

[mikangirl]

Well, you're doing better than I am. [Of course, Nami hasn't been here that long. She gets up, fingers massaging her neck.] I'll show you where engineering is, at least.

[reconstitution]

Thank you.

[ He nods his head, moving out of the way for her to show him. ]

Have you been to one of these places before?

[mikangirl]

You mean like an interdimensional fishbowl? Yeah.

So far this one's better, though I'd prefer to just be home. [She smiles wryly at him as she passes, leading the way.] You?

[enshields]

[Water it is. Steve sets a glass down on the table and gives it a little push - the surface is polished - to slide it towards Bucky at the other end. The plate he's gentler with, setting it down right to the Soldier's right instead.

There's some form of yet-to-be-determined-by-chronology dessert - he'd made one to go with dinner and hasn't yet had any - so he takes a slice for himself and sits down as well. Consciously, he chooses a spot at the table that Bucky can watch him.]

Had to fake some of the recipe, but it didn't taste too bad.

[enshields]

I'm takin' ideas for dessert.

[He could always whip up another pie, but part of him is reluctant to. His Ma's recipe should really only be a once-in-a-while thing.]

[enshields]

[The phrasing might make his hackles go up, but he gets the sentiment well enough and nods to where the casserole is cooling. He's reading a dog-eared book that looks like it's suffered a bit of flouring and hasn't yet eaten.]

There's enough to go around. Help yourself.

[mucked]

[ -- she doesn't come on sunday. why should she? it's not her place -- not her ship -- and not her crew. but she does arrive, not-so-entirely by happenstance a few days later. she's looking for him, because she has questions that require answers. peggy has uncertainties that need quelling. she's talked most of them through with jim during some preliminary reveal of what the future holds for her -- and now, after days of digesting that knowledge, she's prepared to talk to captain rogers about all of it.

or (at least) some of it.

first, she goes looking for him on the bridge. somehow, she can't help but expect him to be there. ]

[reconstitution]

No, this is a first. [ He's quiet for a moment. ] This is better than home.

[ He's just going to leave it at that. ]