driftfleet | 001 } Can't keep my eyes from circling skies.

Who: Howard Stark & You
Broadcast: Network
Action: SS Bishop (cockpit)
When: Right meow!

( OPEN BROADCAST )

[ howard has been here a few days, enough to suss out that something has happened. it's caused a bit of disquiet among his crewmembers already since apparently their captain died or something?! whatever. he's finding it disturbingly easy to fall back into this role. peggy told him how long it's been and who else is among them, but in usual peggy fashion: not much else. it's left him bereft and even a bit listless which is very uncharacteristic indeed.

he sets his communicator on the control panel so he can record as he flies. as a result, the feed is much more low-key and features a cool, collected version of howard those who know him might not expect. howard nods his head once to show that he is in fact recording on purpose. ] I hope my Huntress is in good hands. Though I guess... she isn't mine anymore. Forgive me, I'm usually not so bittersweet when saying goodbye to a lady friend. [ something of a wan look shadows his gaze, but it's quick, just a glimmer really. ]

Howard Stark. Ace inventor, innovator, pilot, and now director. [ a bit of a lopsided grin begins to spread across his lips, his mustache twitching with the movement. ] I'm also usually pretty charming if you can believe it. I would say you all missed me, it's been so long, but the turnover in this place is something else.

[ he hesitates over this next part, but he needs the intel. he knows questions will follow, but right now he doesn't care. later he'll be annoyed with himself, naturally. ] And if any of you used to know a Tony Stark or are holding his research... get in touch. [ tightly: ] Please.

( ENCRYPTED TO EDWIN JARVIS )

Hi-de-ho, old pal. [ a warm smile is reserved for his closest friend, even if he doesn't always treat him that way. or most of the time. whoops. ]

( ACTION SHENANIGANS )

Howard has been more-or-less just going through the motions since being assigned to the Bishop. He was actually a bit releaved to be off the Marsiva and have something to occupy his time with, truthfully. But with their captain MIA and everything more than slightly hectic, he's thrown himself into the work full on. He can really only be found in the cockpit or in his quarters for maybe two hours a night/morning. Even trips to the galley are extremely short-lived and involve toting snacks to the pilot's seat. With that said, he will be outspoken when matters of the ship come up that the captain would usually handle. It's easy for him to become attached and though he doesn't know these people yet, he feels responsible for them.

He hates responsibility.

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Yeah, I remember. [ he has to soften when steve smiles at him. he smiles back, warm but a soft kind of backlit smile. ]

Making sense of anything is a fool's errand anyway, pal. Better to just let the Atroma have that one if it means we can all be together.

[ because that's... good??? at least he thinks so. ]

That's what I try to remind myself every day.

[ it's not something to take for granted, who knows better than them. ]

It's become more important as of late. Things have been trying.

[ it's been hell but steve is less literal about it. at the end, it all turned out the best way it could, people were saved and the job got done. but it's like sokovia, it haunts and it gnaws. it's harder to be professional about it, to focus on what's been done right. ]

[ he feels like he doesn't know how to act around this version of steve, not that he was ever all that smooth with him back in the day but !!! it feels important like steve says. howard takes a little breath and tries to think of something clever to say. ]

That's the way things go around here, but then it's back to the regularly scheduled program before long. [ everything is temporary, at least that's what his mama always used to say. ] Anything I can do to speed things up?

If we were still docked at the last planet, you probably could. Hit by a meteor but they said there were still traces of life afterwards. I helped with evacuations but I don't know anything about the kind of science that's needed to help.

[ there's another smile, tentative but still very much there. ]

I can barely keep my garden in shape these days.

[ oh yeah, he gardens. ]

I'll run point on the next one. [ because there will always be a next one. and glossing over it will help abate his guilt for not being here to help peggy & jarvis. it's funny how he feels worse about things that aren't actually his fault than the things that are, huh? ]

Steve Rogers, the gardener. [ he's charmed already. ] I could probably help with that too, you know. How do you feel about plants that water and sun themselves?

Might help with my tomatoes.

[ look, he's getting tired of protein goo. at least this way they have fresh produce and he does find gardening relaxing.

it's like he's a retired superhero these days. ]

They're looking sad lately. I don't really know what I'm doing wrong with them.

Tomatoes. [ what a delightful thought. ] I've only been here a few days, and I already miss real food.

[ jarvis helped in that regard, but even so. tomatoes sound heavenly. ] I would be happy to rig up an irrigation system for them. ...I won't even charge you. Much. [ he taps his nose. come on laugh!!! ]

They're purple but they taste the same.

[ but okay, you know what, that does get a chuckle, low and genuine. ]

To be honest, I don't have much to do with my credits. I'm not sure you do, though.

[ though trust howard stark to think of something. ]

Edited 2017-10-10 05:25 (UTC)

001 } Can't keep my eyes from circling skies.

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