[ Ah yes, the ponds. Where teenagers go to smoke pot and eat wonderful fries-- I mean.
America passes the Balto statue (swallowing some memories along with his second hotdog of the day), treading along for a good hour before getting so frustrated with his fruitless quest that he ducks into the zoo, emerging fifteen minutes later with a suspicious lump under his now-zipped jacket.
Steve is not the only one America is going to upset today, it seems. But you know what? Fuck it. Do you know what having your city torn apart by aliens feels like? It feels like a migraine on the morning of a hangover while your neighbors wake you up with extremely loud sex, and the whole reason you'd been drinking is because you'd been dumped so it really just adds insult to injury. His head is still throbbing and there's a certain point where Advil is ineffective. Some days he really misses the laudanum.
Apparently unconcerned that there is going to be a witness to his crime, America flops on a bench with a huff. New York sees all types, so he completely ignores the heavily-disguised, obviously muscular man that any outsider would be (rightfully) paranoid that they are about to star in the first five minutes of a Law and Order episode. Not that America is acting any less suspicious with that squirming lump. He slowly unzips...
And reveals a goddamn penguin. And then he starts talking to it. ]
I know, I know, I haven't taken ya out on your jaunt in a while. I've been busy! Don't gimme that look, you know I'd let ya come to a G8 meeting if I could. [ It is actually a "where the fuck is my fish you peasant" look. ] You'd be better company than most of those guys, that's for sure. At least Japan and Italy brought their games, otherwise I would've gone nuts.
[ Now is the time to question whether the guy sitting next to you is an immortal being or a crazy meth head, Steve. Either way he's talking to a stolen penguin. ]
Busy with that junk, busy wastin' time on a fruitless hunt. You haven't seen Captain America today, have ya, Pippin? There was a sighting near the park, but I guess he must've gone off to save the day again.
[ The penguin nibbles his Captain America shirt while his head tilts back to look at the sky. ]
Hopefully savin' the day somewhere in Europe. I cannot handle any more of these headaches. No idea how England deals with his landmarks gettin' smacked around by a flying police booth constantly. No wonder he's so grouchy!
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America passes the Balto statue (swallowing some memories along with his second hotdog of the day), treading along for a good hour before getting so frustrated with his fruitless quest that he ducks into the zoo, emerging fifteen minutes later with a suspicious lump under his now-zipped jacket.
Steve is not the only one America is going to upset today, it seems. But you know what? Fuck it. Do you know what having your city torn apart by aliens feels like? It feels like a migraine on the morning of a hangover while your neighbors wake you up with extremely loud sex, and the whole reason you'd been drinking is because you'd been dumped so it really just adds insult to injury. His head is still throbbing and there's a certain point where Advil is ineffective. Some days he really misses the laudanum.
Apparently unconcerned that there is going to be a witness to his crime, America flops on a bench with a huff. New York sees all types, so he completely ignores the heavily-disguised, obviously muscular man that any outsider would be (rightfully) paranoid that they are about to star in the first five minutes of a Law and Order episode. Not that America is acting any less suspicious with that squirming lump. He slowly unzips...
And reveals a goddamn penguin. And then he starts talking to it. ]
I know, I know, I haven't taken ya out on your jaunt in a while. I've been busy! Don't gimme that look, you know I'd let ya come to a G8 meeting if I could. [ It is actually a "where the fuck is my fish you peasant" look. ] You'd be better company than most of those guys, that's for sure. At least Japan and Italy brought their games, otherwise I would've gone nuts.
[ Now is the time to question whether the guy sitting next to you is an immortal being or a crazy meth head, Steve. Either way he's talking to a stolen penguin. ]
Busy with that junk, busy wastin' time on a fruitless hunt. You haven't seen Captain America today, have ya, Pippin? There was a sighting near the park, but I guess he must've gone off to save the day again.
[ The penguin nibbles his Captain America shirt while his head tilts back to look at the sky. ]
Hopefully savin' the day somewhere in Europe. I cannot handle any more of these headaches. No idea how England deals with his landmarks gettin' smacked around by a flying police booth constantly. No wonder he's so grouchy!