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[wingedman]

Who: Sam Wilson
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!

Well, now, this is real nice, isn't it? [Judging by the dry tone of Sam's voice, it isn't.] Not that I was doing anything important back home, but it sure as hell beats being scooped up and used to boost ratings on some sort of intergalactic Big Brother. [And, muttered to himself:] I don't even wanna know what happens if you get voted off.

[Back in a normal voice:] So, I'm Sam. Earth, twenty-first century. Guess I'm stuck here for a few days, huh? On the totally not creepy uninhabited giant spaceship. Yeah, I can see the ratings skyrocketing already. This sure better not be some kinda horror show, 'cause I know the black guy's always the first person to get killed by the out of control robots.

-nah, just kidding, they never even have black guys in space to begin with, I'm safe.

[sam what r u even on about]

Also, this food sucks big-time. Come on, can't they feed TV stars better than this? Why couldn't I get trapped on Food Network?

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[uprightness]

It's not all bad.

[ hi, sam. ]

You should come for dinner once you're off the Marsiva.

[ after everything they've seen, though - ]

Be careful there.

[wingedman]

Are you cooking?

[Look, Steve, Sam knows.]

Not that you can really call squeezing stuff out of tubes cooking.

[uprightness]

No choice to it. There's no ship cafeteria.

[ oh, it's not so bad. ]

The protein cubes are fine and some of the planets have decent things.

[wingedman]

Steve, you would eat a goddamn brick if you could bite into it.

[He loves you, but he does not trust your judgment in culinary matters.]

Also, protein should never come in cubes.

[uprightness]

Who says I didn't try?

[ kidding, kidding. ]

Space-food. After a couple of months, you get used to it.

[ and he's been here for more than just a couple. ]

[wingedman]

Well, last I checked, you didn't have a set of vibranium dentures.

[But that last statement gets a bit of an incredulous look.]

Maybe you get used to it, but people with actual taste buds don't.

[uprightness]

Compared to some of the things we got with the war rations, it's -

[ he pulls a face as he considers. ]

Not better but definitely not worse. Are you okay?

[wingedman]

You know, I never thought I'd actually miss MREs, but...yeah, they'd be an improvement over this.

-I'm fine, so far. As fine as you can be when you've just found yourself in space, anyway.

[uprightness]

I know it's probably not what you want to hear but it's damn good to see you.

[ especially after the last few weeks. ]

It's been a while for me since the last time.

[wingedman]

Whoa, Steve, getting a little personal there, don't you think?

[SORRY he couldn't resist the innuendo. He winks at him, then relents:]

That's what Nat told me, that you'd been here even longer than her.

[uprightness]

We're on a show, Sam, I could use the ratings.

[ he's not afraid of your innuendos, wilson!!! ]

About a year now.

[ and to think, he worked so hard on trying to make it into a happy occasion of a sort. ]

Some have been here longer than me, though.

[wingedman]

I think even a solo performance from you would make the ratings skyrocket.

[Don't make him play innuendo chicken HE'LL DO IT]

So, uh. You remember Leipzig, too?

[Cautiously feeling out the timelines here, to make sure they're both up to date, more or less.]

[uprightness]

A bit too well.

[ it's a memory the atroma gave him. honestly, he could have done pretty swell without, it's been on his mind ever since. ]

I think all of us do, Bucky, too.

[wingedman]

Yeah, well. Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. It'd be kinda awkward if I started talking about your future.

-Although, hey, if you wanna fill me in on what you've been up to for a year here, I'm not gonna complain.

[Hint, hint.]

[uprightness]

-- Go on, Wilson, ask away.

[ he's pretty sure he knows where this is going. ]

[private]

[wingedman]

[It takes Sam a moment to fiddle with the settings, but he's pretty sure he's got it figured out.]

So, you and Peggy.

[private]

[uprightness]

[ ah, yes. he knew this was coming but it still coaxes a smile out of him. ]

You know officially, she's just my captain. I'm just her first mate.

[ he's being elusive on purpose, if only because it's a little funny. ]

[private]

[wingedman]

Uh-huh. First mate.

[Steve, please tell him you've at least managed to bang her. Please.]

And unofficially?

[private]

[uprightness]

[ he's not discussing these details, wow.

he shrugs, leans back in his seat. ]

unofficially, it's been good. You guys talked already.

[private]

[wingedman]

[Look, bro, he just wants to make sure you've had sex sometime since the 1940s. That's all.]

You're not half as good at playing coy as Peggy is, Rogers. Just spill the damn beans.

[private]

[uprightness]

Did you get anything outta her?

[ he's actually curious. HAS SOMEONE MANAGED IT. ]

[private]

[wingedman]

What, you didn't watch the whole conversation?

[Of course he did.]

If I'd got anything out of her, I wouldn't be asking you, would I?

[private]

[uprightness]

Some of it.

[ look he's just happy she's talking at all, it's a work in progress. ]

It's been a good year.

[ yes it's been going on for a year. yes, he's only been a year. yes, the math is telling. ]

We're both on the Starstruck, but she probably told you that.

[private]

[wingedman]

Mmmhm. You're her security officer.

[Sam tries really hard to make that sound like an innuendo, as lacking in innuendo as it is.]

So the two of you are...

[Fill in the blank, Steven.]

private]

[uprightness]

Used to be. She promoted me to First Mate a while ago.

[ and promoted him into her bedroom too, but that's a whole other conversation. ]

We are.

[ just fill it yourself, you meddler. ]