open post (steve rogers)

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steve rogers / captain america open post.

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( angela smiles when steve recognises the gesture, head dipping slightly when his hand slips around hers. it's been a while since angela's had any hands in hers that weren't in a professional capacity )

I'm glad they're alright.

( it wasn't a certainty that they were but if steve believed it, and had had intelligence enough to give that impression, then angela would take his word for it. she wanted to believe that they were safe, that they would be able to focus on rescuing steve without anything (or anyone) to worry about and distract them )

How long has it been since you've seen them?

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[ "Alright" might be taking it a little too far, but Steve doesn't see the point of dragging the mood down when it's already tense enough. They're meeting in secret, neither of them really wanting to be recognized. No need to make things worse. ]

A few months, now.

[ He sort of had to break them out of prison. Not that he's going to say that in such a public place. ]

How about you? Met up with any old friends lately?

[ Overwatch. He's talking about Overwatch. It may have disbanded in a pretty ugly way, but Steve liked to believe that at least some of the members had remained in contact all the same. ]

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( there's a gentle squeeze of his hand when steve mentions how long it's been. she knows the worries that form over such periods of time, and how hard it can be not being there for the people that you cared about.

at his own question angela gives a small shake of her head )

We've written, though meeting personally carries too many risks.

( some of her friends weren't particularly subtle, or really knew (or remembered) how to just be a civilian )

The letters tell me enough to keep my mind at rest.

( not enough sometimes, but she at least knew that they were alive. that was more than she had for some others )

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[ They're strangers, yet here Angela is, trying to comfort him all the same. He glances down at their clasped hands and squeezes back briefly before pulling away.

He's not sure if it makes him feel better or worse to hear that Angela's situation isn't so different from his own. She hasn't been able to meet up with her old friends, and that's likely something that's been going on for years, so is he in any position to complain?

All the same, he nods in understanding, face pinching apologetically. ]

I know this is risky too, so... thank you, for being willing to help me.

[ He sends what he hopes is a casual look over his shoulder. ]

Should we get outta here?

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( his thanks is received with a smile because for angela there's no question about it. if someone is in need she doesn't think about it, and she'd recognised steve's expression from her own friends before.

when steve turns to look angela tips her gaze in that direction for a few seconds, giving him a nod when he turns back around )

That may be a good idea.

( no one was there but there was only so long they could sit in public together. she stands slowly, waiting for him before moving to leave. it was risky to be together and yet even more suspicious to leave without him now )

It isn't far.

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[ Payment already done, all Steve does is give the person running the cafe a quick nod as they slip back out into the bright day. It isn't far, Angela says, and Steve can only assume she has a safe place to house him somewhere around here.

There's still the chance that he's going to bring trouble down on her by accepting her help, but at this point he doesn't think he could refuse her either. She wouldn't take no for an answer.

Steve reminds himself that Angela's been keeping her head down like this for years, that she's got experience, and he gestures for her to walk ahead. ]

Lead the way.

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( 'a safe place'. home is safe to her and whilst it isn't tactically the best location, jack would definitely yell over this, it's a place of comfort. it would also be only temporary, somewhere to talk, work out a plan in privacy before getting him to a real location. she didn't have one of those but maybe he knew something.

it's only a short walk through the city before they arrive at an apartment complex. she takes them up to the third floor, only speaking again as she opens the door )

We'll be safe here.

( she hoped. angela didn't know how closely he was being watched, or if she was, but she had to assume that it was similar to how they'd tried tracking the rest of overwatch. they'd move again but they needed to talk first )

Can I get you anything?

( her apartment is simple, and pretty sparse considering how often angela is here. even so she's made it comfortable for the times when she does come home. it's small, clean, and a little bit cute )

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[ It's not uncommon for a safehouse to be in an apartment building. The idea is to blend in, after all, and so Steve doesn't think much of where Angela is taking them, not until they get inside.

While the place is neat and orderly, there are enough personal touches that Steve can tell that this is Angela's own apartment. His stomach bottoms out, regret the primary thing he's feeling as he gives her a weary look.

She shouldn't have brought him here. If she ends up in trouble because of him, he won't be able to forgive himself. ]

No, I'm fine. We shouldn't stay here long.

[ To that end, he remains standing, not wanting to let himself get too comfortable. ]

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Not long, but there is still a conversation we need to have.

( which, with her gesture, is a hint for him to at least sit down. he might not want to get comfortable but it will be easier to talk if he at least is sat.

angela gives him the room to decide, going to another to find her map and a notepad, placing the items on the table before getting herself a glass of water )

Where were you before Switzerland?

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[ Given that Angela is going out of her way to help him, Steve doesn't feel like he can begrudge her hospitality. He still isn't happy about this, but he reluctantly takes a seat at the table, looking at the map specifically. What's this about?

She seems to be mapping out people's locations when the explosion happened, the one that put the final nail in Overwatch's coffin. Steve frowns, staring at the map for a few seconds before he looks up to meet her gaze. ]

Can I ask why you need to know?

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You're being followed.

( it was obvious and not solely because of who he was or the situation that he was in but with his body language. looking over his shoulder, trying to blend in )

Knowing your path may help find the best place for you to go.

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[ There's another few long seconds of hesitation, and then Steve grabs for a paper, drawing out a path on the map to show his movements since everything went to shit in Siberia. It's a zigzag, mainly through Europe. Getting to another continent or across an ocean would be a tricky thing for him to pull off right now.

Once done, he leans back and looks back up at Angela. ]

I just make sure to not stay in one place for too long. So far, it's worked.