sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs ✮ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uprightness) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
driftfleet2017-01-01 06:41 pm
uprightness) wrote in driftfleet2017-01-01 06:41 pm
ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴜs ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )
Who: steve rogers circa civil war + you, yes you
Broadcast: nope
Action: various;
When: throughout january
[ new year, new memories and what begins as one monstrous headache.
it takes a couple of hours to sort through everything that's new, to make sense of a kaleidoscope of memories, images and sounds. at first, he starts writing it all down, lagos, the sokovia accords, the UN, black panther.
Only the dry details and nothing of what starts to weight down on his shoulders, faces and names that inspire a heavy, intimate, terrible sort of pain.
And so an avoidance of a sort begins that lasts through the two days the new year. Hours upon hours spend on the library aboard the Iskaulit, reading books and making nothing of them. It's an odd sight, Steve Rogers in one of the corners of the room, staring at a book and randomly picking up a notepad and writing something down ( another detail that comes up, scott lang or spiderman ) and then staring at the notepad only to go back and stare at the book.
He might also be found at odd hours at the gym; evidently, taking out his burdens on a punching bag, seemingly lost in thought even as takes out what seems to be a world of trouble on the thing.
It will take these two days of isolation before those of the fleet start seeing steve rogers off the Iskaulit. He'll make a return to the Starkstruck, though this return, too, will be a reclusive matter one will have to actively seek him to find him in the weaponry or otherwise, in his room. ]
Broadcast: nope
Action: various;
When: throughout january
[ new year, new memories and what begins as one monstrous headache.
it takes a couple of hours to sort through everything that's new, to make sense of a kaleidoscope of memories, images and sounds. at first, he starts writing it all down, lagos, the sokovia accords, the UN, black panther.
Only the dry details and nothing of what starts to weight down on his shoulders, faces and names that inspire a heavy, intimate, terrible sort of pain.
And so an avoidance of a sort begins that lasts through the two days the new year. Hours upon hours spend on the library aboard the Iskaulit, reading books and making nothing of them. It's an odd sight, Steve Rogers in one of the corners of the room, staring at a book and randomly picking up a notepad and writing something down ( another detail that comes up, scott lang or spiderman ) and then staring at the notepad only to go back and stare at the book.
He might also be found at odd hours at the gym; evidently, taking out his burdens on a punching bag, seemingly lost in thought even as takes out what seems to be a world of trouble on the thing.
It will take these two days of isolation before those of the fleet start seeing steve rogers off the Iskaulit. He'll make a return to the Starkstruck, though this return, too, will be a reclusive matter one will have to actively seek him to find him in the weaponry or otherwise, in his room. ]
no subject
[ another sip of iced tea, another moment to think about how to shape his concerns into words. ]
When I woke up in 2012 they set my room to look like it was still the 40s, SSR shirt, an old radio. They had an agent on stand by - God knows how long. She had curled hair - women don't do that anymore.
[ she was dressed the same way Peggy did in the day, dark curls and dark red lipstick; it only annoys him more in retrospect. ]
They almost got everything right except the game on radio. It was 1941. It made the whole thing - it wasn't a really soft landing.
no subject
But oh, how silly he had been, and how much he learned working for that man.
That man with so little integrity or common decency - who had been in charge of so many. It was a travesty. Playing nice at first, but turning into a foul creature the moment someone needed a helping hand, needed something that didn't benefit him.
It is also how he learned Howard Stark was not entirely as he seemed at first glance.
He thins his lips, unhappy.]
A cruel trick, more like. I hardly see how giving you false hope helps.
no subject
[ as if there is an easier way being told of seventy-years of sleep and a whole life being stolen away in a blink of an eye. The truth is, even years after, he is still processing the entire matter, the sense of longing to people who have been dead for years, to a world that exists now only in the history books. ]
Didn't really work out.
no subject
[Listen to him getting all Britishly bothered on your behalf.
H U F F ! But he will reign himself back in. Look at him with some concern.]
I imagine assimilating was a challenge. I imagine... it still must surely be.
no subject
[ what you're used to, because steve understands that the man he's speaking to is another memory from a time gone by, one that he cannot hope to belong to once more. ]
The world is different, people are different.
[ but that sounds far too pessimistic and he adds, a moment later, ]
Some things don't change, though.
no subject
Jarvis smiles a bit.]
There are still good people in the world.
no subject
[ and it's what guides and motivates him most of all. even when faced with threats of alien invasion, HYDRA or Ultron, there were still values that people shared. ]
Many of them. They take risks every day for the sake of others.
no subject
[He nods, looking aside to the other man.]
But I imagine the good people aren't the root cause of your solemn contemplation here.
no subject
[ that's the real tragedy of it all, isn't it? in the end, good people fought good people because of the whims of one man fueled by hate. and the worst thing is, steve's reluctance to tell tony the truth had become weapon in the hands of zemo.
a pawn in a much larger game. this is HYDRA inside SHIELD, Zola's speech all over again. ]
I guess I want to do the right thing; but for a while now, I'm not sure what it is.
[ not anymore. ]
no subject
That the right thing is hard to identify.