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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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[John's always up for meeting new people. Especially new crewmates. And there's not a whole lot for him to do, right now, with their captain still MIA. In any case, he gets a similar feeling about this guy that he did from Alexander, so -- perhaps a gentle reminder to eat would be helpful. He'll be poking his head in the cockpit and knocking on the wall, cheery.]

Yo, my man, you should prob'ly eat more than a snack. Considerin' you're flyin' and all. It's Howard, right?

Knew Tony before. Seems like you already know the lay of the land so not sure what I can offer, but checking in.

If you need anything.

[ the way john talks grates on him for some reason, but he's always pleasant enough so howard like always lets it go without saying anything. he puts on a bright smile as he turns to face the man over his shoulder, though it's a bit cardboard if one were to study it overly. ]

Match. [ meaning yes, that's his name... oh, did you expect him to remember yours???? ] If you're taking orders, I'll have a sandwich. Thanks, pal.

[Just regarding this with raised eyebrows.]

Like father, like son, huh?

[ it's not long after learning about howard's assignment that peggy comes a-calling aboard the bishop. within hours, really, and she's striding down the other ship's halls with considerable purpose. on a hunch, she doesn't bother checking the quarters -- prioritizing the bridge.

so here she stands. just within the doors and with her hands on her hips. ]

You're lucky you're not on the Starstruck. I don't allow crumbs on my bridge.

[ 'llo, howard. you're a sight for sore bloody eyes. peggy fights down a smile and somehow manages not to rush the pilot's seat for a hug. ]

[ oh texting, he's missed texting!! what a clever and convenient way to communicate. ]

Before what? Before he left or before you came here? Because I do need... what Tony left behind. If you have it, or know who does.

And in case I need something else, a name would be appreciated.

[Pidge isn't used to seeing someone in the cockpit of the ship. There hadn't been any pilots onboard the Bishop for the entirety of Pidge's stay there, after all. And the last several passes made around the ship had found the cockpit empty, as usual. Except for this time.

It's enough to make Pidge stop, peek inside, and end up looking at the man in the seat with wide, curious eyes.]

Oh. Hi. [...And now there's been a beat of hesitation that's gone long enough to make this just the tiniest bit awkward.] I didn't know we had a new pilot.

[ that gets the TINIEST grimace. imperceptible for most, but sam will probably catch it. ]

I should hope not. For his sake. [ ALL IN GOOD FUN!!! or is it?? his son has a lot more friends than him already so that's a point in his favor. not that he's keeping score. M U C H ] Another pal of his, I take it?

[ it's a familiar scent he notes first, perfume and that slight floral of face powder that has him whirling around before she even speaks. he drops his space snack and puts things into motion pretty quickly, opening out his arms and walking towards her; and fully expecting peggy to reciprocate. ]

Good thing our dear captain croaked. [ no rules whoohoo!! ] It's real good to see you, pal. ...In person.

Both, actually. I don't have any of his work but might be able to help you track it down if there's anything left. Have to see.

[But mostly she's reaching out out of a general sense of responsibility considering how things had fallen with Tony before he left, when he learned the truth about his father's death, and a more immediate and pragmatic interest in running damage control on whatever Howard's arrival might stir up between Bucky, Peggy, Steve and Jarvis.]

Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff. I'm posted on the Vanquish.

[ he turns around to take in his visitor with narrowed eyes, who appears to be a young... man??? don't make him play this game son. ]

Well, now you do. You're welcome.

Don't be so irreverent. These people, the fleet, have just been through hell.

[ peggy chides him. her point is an honest one -- and she has every intention of holding howard's feet to the flames on that count. but then he goes and presents her with his open arms and there's little else to do but snap him up into a quick and efficient hug.

it doesn't last for longer than a count or two. but it happens -- and she's damned pleased with it while it does. ]

[ romanoff. RUSSIANS. grreeaaaatt. peggy had said something about this one, in her vague peggy way. ]

I would say delighted to meet you, though I suppose we haven't officially yet. Hopefully a friend of Tony's extends to dear dad.

Not just a friend of Tony's. Somehow, we seem to have a lot of people in common.

I'd say that earns you something. Whether that's friendship is up to you.

[ he knows the contact won't linger so he appreciates it while he has it, taking a breath and righting himself again. ] She'll be back, won't she? I remember people coming back, before.

[ but he does look a little abashed for being flippant!!! especially after all he's been through back home. and now this again. ]

Thanks for coming to greet a guy, I was beginning to wonder if I was chopped liver.

Oh, now. Let's at least name you a terribly overpriced paté.

[ she reaches out and brushes some invisible dirt off the man's shoulder. a touch of fuss -- a bleed of sentiment she wishes she could spare the pair of them, but then she steps back and gives her head a careful shake. ]

I wanted to stop in sooner. We lost two on the Starstruck. Three, if you count the man who presumably got sent home. I couldn't just sally forth without making certain affairs were in order.

[ which is all a terribly polite way of saying her life has been a bit of a shitshow this past week or so. it shows just under her eyes; she's tired. ]

But you're right. She will be back. As will my crew -- in time.

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[Sam catches the grimace, but doesn't call him on it. He's pretty sure that would earn more than a grimace from Tony.]

Not sure if he'd call me a pal right now, but, yeah. We knew each other back home. Worked together for a bit.

[It happens to be one of Pidge's favorite games. Welcome to the Bishop.

Also that "you're welcome" comment? Gets little more than a raaaaised eyebrow. Another cocky pilot type? What did Pidge do to deserve this punishment?]

...Right. [A shake of the head and an adjustment of the eyeglasses later, Pidge manages a polite smile.] I'm Pidge. The ship's engineer.

[He's experienced Jarvis' calibration room and recognises this man from his memories. Ah, this will either be wonderful news or an absolute nightmare for Jarvis. Could go either way, in all honesty. Still, for now, Lumière keeps the video feed off. It's easier this way. ]

Ah, welcome back to the Fleet, monsieur Stark. I am a friend of Jarvis, he has spoken a lot about you.

[ oop that stops him in his tracks. he's always secretly coveted the engineer augment, especially after his son had it and all!! the chair spins around quick, he levels her with a stare of immediate and all-encompassing interest. ]

Tell me more.

[ great, russians and now the french!! what did he do to deserve this fate :'| other than you know, everything. ]

Well, any friend of Jarvis is a friend of mine. [ wait ] What did he say about me?

[Way to catch someone off guard. Pidge almost visibly flinches at the sudden shift, taking one tiny step back.]

More about what?

[He did all the things to deserve this. ALL OF THEM. ]

Only good things, I promise. I am sure he will be delighted to see you.

[He also bitched a little, but servants don't rat on other servants. THERE'S A SACRED BOND THERE. ]

[ his lips curl bemusedly at that, relief coiling in his chest to stay warmly now that peggy is once more firmly in his orbit. or really, more accurately, he orbits her doesn't he? he isn't ashamed of it, quite the opposite. ]

Oh. [ he should have known it would affect her ship too, and people she actually cared about. he always has to run his mouth. but when she finishes strong, he decides to let the moment pass, nodding definitively at her statement. even if no rules hold true here pretty much ever, he's willing to take a gamble on this one anyway. ] Yeah. Yeah -- the Starstruck will be shipshape in no time. How could it not, with Carter at the helm?

[ that sounds... ominous. not that he should be surprised his offspring causes problems among his friends. though his friends always still called him friends, even when they were mad. the way romanoff and this guy talk -- it worries him. he hates being worried. especially for people who don't exist yet!! goddamnit sam. ]

Maybe we should scroll things back a bit. I didn't get a name for you, fella.

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