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steve rogers / captain america open post.
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Steve is about to get a taste of that. The news has broke that he'd been thawed, and while he is none too happy about all the damage to New York, he easily forgives the ragtag group of champions. (Besides, the handsome time traveling alien does way worse damage to England on a regular basis as well as the rest of the world. In the grand scheme of things, a few shattered sky scrapers isn't as bad as the time the Statue of Liberty moved.)
Now that things have calmed down it is finally time for America to realize his quest. It is time to face his destiny. Never again will Steve have to ride a train alone while staring wistfully out the window; now America will be there to breathe all over him.
First he has to find the guy. Luckily there's an app for that. No, seriously, he has an app where people report Avengers sightings and he is on the hunt. If he can catch a shiny Braviary he can find Captain America.
Armed with his Captain America t-shirt, an Avengers backpack made for elementary school kids, his usual bomber jacket and fifteen pictures of Speedwagon to pay for hotdogs if he gets hungry, he trudges through Central Park.
He has not figured out how the fuck he's going to greet the guy except with heavy breathing. ]
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All part of being Captain America, right?
As it turns out, there's another part of being Captain America that Steve wishes he could somehow turn off. It's the fact that wherever he goes, he's recognized. It makes it difficult to actually experience the city and relearn it with seventy years added, seeing how there's a chance he'll be mobbed around every corner.
The incident with Loki and the Chitauri only made things worse, since his mug had been plastered all across the news, and so Steve has to take drastic measures -- large sunglasses, hoodies, and baseball caps -- if he ever wants to venture outside of SHIELD HQ.
Today, he decided to be truly bold and take a trip into Central Park. He'd been stopped a few times on his walk to one of the ponds, but now that he's settled in front of it and watching some ducks, everyone's decided to leave him be.
Finally, some peace and quiet...]
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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!
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It's only when a question about "Captain America" comes up that Steve starts listening in, shifting his head up just slightly out of curiosity. A sighting, the man was saying -- people really were obsessed, weren't they?
He's not off to save the day, though. Things have been surprisingly calm since they stopped Loki, and Steve suspects that SHIELD has purposefully been trying to give him some time off to get his bearings.
But the voice keeps going, something about England and flying police boxes... this is just getting stranger and stranger.
Steve decides that he can't hold back any longer, wanting to at least get a look at this person, and so he sends a surreptitious glance over his shoulder. Seated on a bench behind him is a young man decked out in Captain America gear, but the more startling thing is that he's speaking to a penguin.
Without thinking, Steve stands, keeping his hood pulled forward as far as he can.] Did you steal that? [Has someone honestly decided to steal an animal right in front of him? This guy doesn't know it's him, sure, but still...]
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Both the penguin and America turn their attention to the hooded fellow. One would think he'd still be able to recognize Steve, given the fact that America's obsessed over him since the fucking forties. Not a detail of his handsome face has gone unscrutinized. Since the days of black and white, he's spent far too much time than is healthy staring at those perfect cheek bones and strong jaw. It's been more than half a decade and America still can't figure out if he wants to be him or be on him.
Preferably both.
And yet America just blinks. Not a trace of guilt or smugness is on his face, just mild confusion. It's like the guy had just asked him why he's walking his dog. ]
It ain't stealin' if I take him back. Me and Pippin go way back! He just needs a guy's day out every once in a while 'cause his boyfriend broke up with him to be with this newer female penguin and it bums him out. I'd introduce him to my whale, Moby, but he's all the way in Virginia and long distance relationships can get tough.
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Surprisingly, there's no sense of recognition, which means that Steve's disguise worked better than he thought it would. The voice alone is enough to tip people off in some cases, so this guy must not be quite so dedicated.
Which is a good thing. The merchandise had sort of worried Steve.
It's also clear that this stranger isn't all there, if he's speaking to animals and thinks he owns a whale (though Steve catches the reference, Moby, very clever).]
... Well, in that case, you won't mind making sure that he's returned safely.
[Since when does Captain America take on such small jobs? Well, there is no task too small for a proper do-gooder. He might also need to see to it that this young man is returned to wherever he came from himself.]
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Today he's on the lookout for the familiar blond hair and blue eyes, not a guy who looks like he spent a week sleeping on the subway. Still, he seems nice enough, and America's not one to turn down a friendly encounter with a human. ]
I always return him safely! [ Implying that this isn't the first nor last time he's taken this penguin out of its exhibit. ] We'll take the long route back. Give him a chance to stretch his legs, really see the sights!
[ He pulls a small harness, the kind typically reserved for Pomeranians, out of his backpack and straps it to the penguin. The plan is to apparently walk it through the park until they get closer to the zoo.
Anywhere else there might be some stares, but America's taken Tony to this park before and has only ever gotten a few pictures with tourists. At that point a dude walking a penguin is nothing. ]
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This stranger doesn't seem at all bothered by the suggestion that Steve escort him back, which means he's essentially signed up to help a mentally ill person walk a penguin through Central Park.
Well, he's done weirder things. It's not the peace and quiet he'd been looking for, but in the end, this probably counts as a good deed.]
Fair enough. [The penguin itself doesn't look disturbed or anything, so it's probably fine. And they really aren't drawing that much attention. They'd most likely get more stares if he pulled his hood off, come to think of it.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Steve steps onto the walking path.] Lead the way, then. [He actually sounds kind of amused. What a way to spend an afternoon.]
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With that established, America starts meandering down a vaguely defined path toward the zoo with his two buddies. It's slow going because penguins are not particularly agile on land. Luckily Pippin is one of those cute rock hoppers and not a fat emperor fuck, so at least he can waddle at the pace of an elderly dachshund.
America is enjoying the relative peace and quiet. Yes, peace and quiet for him includes walking stolen penguins through a park with a total stranger. That is his life. Even with the dull headache that still lingers from the Loki incident, he doesn't intend to let this be a quiet talk. A little conversation can only improve his mood after the day's disappointments. ]
Came here today lookin' for Captain America, but that was a bust. I was so enamored after his exploits in that war. I was kinda busy at the time, 'course, but I was devastated when I heard the news and-- eh, it's a long story, but aside from the obvious Captain America thing... just nice to have someone more or less back from the dead after so long.
[ He waves a hand flippantly. ]
But that's all besides the point since it didn't happen! Anyway, you watch TV? I went on a Netflix binge before my last meeting, and somehow ten tubs of ice cream and six long island iced teas later, I end up watchin' that show Ancient Aliens. And it was about Thor! Hah, you should see how pissed the Nordics get when I bring it up to them. It's kinda hilarious.
[ And America is kinda an asshole. Granted, there's a lot of weird shit about their world, so there's not much reason to think that Alien Thor and the "real" Thor can't be different people. It's just funny to watch Denmark lose his shit. ]
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Steve doesn't quite understand why they can't pick up the penguin and get back to the zoo a bit faster that way. Except, well, the stranger had said he wanted to take the penguin for a walk, and that wouldn't really count if they were carrying it the whole time.
Still, for someone like Steve with a long stride, this is particularly frustrating. Though all of that is forgotten when the oddball starts talking.
This guy really wants to meet him, doesn't he? Steve feels a pang of guilt, and while he tries to tell himself that he doesn't owe this random person anything, he feels bad for being so insincere. Weirder still is the fact that this guy is implying that he was around during World War II. But it's already been established that he's not all there.
Steve has a very vague idea of what Netflix is, though he hasn't heard of any program called Ancient Aliens. The story itself is enough to make him smile, though.]
Norse mythology is pretty much dead, though, isn't it? [Not that Steve thinks that this guy is really speaking to that many Nordics.] I wonder what Thor makes of that whole thing. [And then he smirks, and offers a little hint:] I'll have to ask him next time I see him.
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The penguin waddles its way down the walk happily, looking around as though inspecting its surroundings or looking for a fish taco stand. For all his energy and fast-paced life, America is more than capable of meandering without complaint. His brother is Canada, after all, aka "I will space out all weekend and stare at my pet polar bear instead of actually accomplishing anything." You can't spend time with him without a little bit of patience.
He snorts, thinking how the old guys would react to Norse mythology being dead. Not that he exactly disagrees, but. ]
You can be the one to break that to Norway. Pretty sure he's still got his troll hangin' around.
[ Though America can't see it, he knows it's there. It's just as real as his invisible unicorn. Ah, his beloved cutie who comforts him even when he can't see her.
He snaps to attention when he realizes this guy just implied he's met Thor. His eyes light up and head whips back to the shadowy face. Now would be the time to question the stranger's identity, but instead his focus has shifted to the other Avenger. ]
You've met Thor?! What! Augh, you lucky bastard! When'd you see him?! Did he save you?! Is he as hot in real life as he is on TV?
[ On top of the perceived mental illness, America is also clearly, possibly unhealthily obsessed with the Avengers. ]
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He's got to learn where to cut his losses. He's already helping to escort a penguin back to the Central Park Zoo, after all.
Besides, the stranger is quickly distracted by the mention of Thor. So this doesn't just extend to Captain America, he's got a thing about all of the Avengers. It's kind of nice to realize that they have fans, it just can make daily living a little more difficult. At least Thor has another realm he can run off to when he feels like it.]
We, uhh... [Steve pauses. He'd feel bad lying, so instead he'll just see how long he can go before this person figures it out.] We worked together. He's a good guy.
[He's not going to comment on attractiveness, but Steve can see why some people refer to Thor as a god. He cuts an imposing figure, has this sort of glow to him that's hard to explain. But they get along, sharing in common their lack of understanding when it comes to a lot of modern day pop culture. It's nice to have someone who's more on Steve's level with that kind of thing.]