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[uprightness]

I knew I should have looked up 'reality shows' a few months back.

[ The man who appears on the screen is currently looking at what seems to be a little notepad before adding the word 'space' next to the words 'reality tv'. Really, he could have done this space setting if it included an inter-galactic war or helping planets in peril.

But in all honesty, Steve Rogers: entertainer has never been his career choice and it's not his forte, either. At least now the whole thing doesn't include singing and girls in scandalously short skirts. ]

My name is Steve Rogers, currently aboard the SS Pathstone. I've done a little bit of reading while aboard the Marsiva. I understand there are those who are trying to help the people on the moon we're visiting, if there is anything you need, I'd do whatever I can do to help.

[ you might catch a glimmer of red and blue and silver just behind him. A wink as the light hits metal ]

The same goes for going home. I imagine people have already looked into ways for us to leave this place. No one should be taken anywhere against their will. I'd like to hear about the information you have managed to collect and I'll do everything I can to make sure everyone will be able to go home safely.

[ you all get a little smile. he's so awkward at these things, can you tell by now. ]

I heard I've missed quite a party.

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[passingthrough]

[Reassurance from her childhood hero? Well, one of them, she did have a lot of interests. But he was important.

And he's standing here with a hand on her shoulder telling her the things she needs to hear so badly after all of the pain and loss and self doubt. She brushes these kinds of comments off most of the time because they are hard to internalize after everything she saw and did. It would be easy to brush this one off too. He doesn't know anything about her or her world. He can't know if she did her best. He can't and yet when he says it she can kind of believe it too.

Don't cry.

Do. Not. Cry.

She takes a breath and a moment before looking back up to him. The emotion is plain, but she keeps any threat of tears in check.]

Thank you.

[She can feel a thickness in her throat that's hard to talk around, but she pushes through, not wanting to make things awkward for him.] There are realities where our teams work together from what I've heard. Or members cross between them at least.

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[uprightness]

I heard about that.

[ war is hard, for everyone. what he sees in her he had felt many times at the war, when it ended, when he woke up after the ice, and at times, at all the battles that followed.

there's guilt and pain, no one can take those or erase them. but people can help each other through them. ]

I don't know if mine will be one of them but if it does, it'll be an honor, Kitty.

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[passingthrough]

[You are going to break her yet, aren't you? Who said you could be this way in real life? So encouraging and positive and understanding. Can she keep you?]

I know mine won't be, but I'm glad I get to meet you here.

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[uprightness]

Well.

[ he squeezes her shoulder before letting go, smiling a little ]

we're a team here, aren't we?

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[passingthrough]

Yes, sir. [What was that?] I mean Steve. I don't call anyone sir. [Not even Erik.] I'm being very weird today. Sorry. But yes, I like to think of us as a team.