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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. ]
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[ it's all the atroma, it's their game and their rules and they play them all like pieces and steve really wants to hit something but he holds the anger back, doesn't want to upset her further. he jumps to his feet and offers her a hand. ]
It's good to have you back.
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I- I think there are some others I need to apologize to...
It could not have been easy. Feeling as though you've suddenly been forgotten by a familiar face...
[Wanda sighs. Her memories of home, of the Sokovia Accords, now having returned to her... she feels like all she's done recently has been cause problems. For Steve especially. She doesn't know if this is a conversation for another time, but she feels like she needs to say something to Steve about it now.]
Steve, about home... [She almost repeats her apology from a moment ago, but instead her mouth closes. A passing troubled look before she gives him another small smile and decides on something else.] Thank you for coming for me.
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[ in a very personal way. they understand each other, they know each other's worries and fears and Steve values that, the trust she gave him, the way she confides at him, even now. ]
I'll never leave you alone, no matter what.
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So... what happens now? Everyone here in the Fleet from home, we all remember, but... does that change anything?
[Wanda's thoughts turn to Natasha. At the moment, she was the only one here who had not sided with Steve. Or at least, not right away. Still, Wanda's not sure where that leaves them all.]