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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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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.]

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.

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.]

-- Go on, Wilson, ask away.

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

[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.

[ 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. ]

Uh-huh. First mate.

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

And unofficially?

[ he's not discussing these details, wow.

he shrugs, leans back in his seat. ]

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

[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.

Did you get anything outta her?

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

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?

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.

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.]

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. ]

Hey, she just said security officer, she didn't say anything about first mate. Maybe she just told you that to make you feel better about yourself. Or maybe she likes pulling rank on you. She seems like a take charge kinda gal, if you know what I mean.

[nO SAM WANTS STEVE TO SAY THE THING]

See, that's not a relationship definition, that's admitting that you're having mad kinky sex in space. Which you'd damn well better be with a woman who looks like that. I bet she gets off on tying you up - hell, I'd let her tie me up.

[ oh jeez, he won't even dignify that with a - no, you know what. ]

You realize if she sees this, you're a dead man walking.

[ ... ]

Might still be, even if she doesn't.

[ ugh. ]

It's not like that.

Or maybe she agrees with me because someone's an idiot with a stick up his ass- which is also something I could see her being into after about a minute of being vaguely horrified. Goes with her name, too.

[SAM WHO EVEN LETS YOU DO ANYTHING.]

Admit it, you just like women who could kick your ass. And if it's not like that, then I feel sorry for that poor lady and her vibrator - god, I hope someone's introduced her to vibrators.

[He'll just. Have a word with Nat about that.]

[ he's about to actually say 'romanoff' but oh my god. ]

I am hanging up, Sam.

[ :| ]

See, this is what happens when you make me fill in the blanks, you end up with pegging. You could've avoided this, Steve.

[all your fault]

I am not taking responsibility for your space madness.

[ gone cray, nothing to be done. ]

Do you even know what pegging is, Steve?

[GONNA KEEP ON PUSHING]

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