video (un: s.rogers)

[starspangled]

[it's steve's first time on the network, though anyone who's met the other steve might need a second glance. he's sitting on his bed, a box of cookies on one side, and a familiar shield propped up against his knee.]

So I guess I'm not one of the new kids anymore. [there's new names, new faces - some familiar ones too.] For anyone who just got here, it's okay if you feel a little bit overwhelmed. I woke up once before and the world had changed, so I guess I might've been a little more prepared for it than most. My advice is to keep busy if you can - they say action is the antidote to despair. Find your friends too, or make new ones. There's no shortage of good people here.

[that's not his cue, but might as well make his introduction here.]

My name's Steve Rogers - the other one. If I can lend a hand with something, if you need an escort beyond the fences, just say the word. [steve glances down, gripping the edge of his shield for a moment.] Someone must've gone through some trouble to get this back to me. I figure I owe it to them to put it to good use.

Now, if it's the cookies you're asking about... [steve sighs, like that requires a little more consideration.] They're really good, but my ma did teach me to share. I bet I could get some more, maybe even some homemade ones.

[that little smirk has 'right, sam?' written all over it.]

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video » un: p.carter

[mannerism]

It's a sight for sore eyes.

[ the shield, that is. Another thing she never thought she'd see again, lost with Steve as it was. But then, here is the man so of course the shield shouldn't come as a surprise.

and yet. ]

What do you keep busy with? Not getting into trouble, I hope?

[ it seems to be one of his many fortes. ]

[starspangled]

It's been through a lot. I'll have to tell you about it sometime.

[he's not sure he's in a hurry for that, not with peggy who still makes him feel like no time has passed at all.]

Ah, well. [steve ducks his head sheepishly.] They haven't exiled me beyond the fences yet. That's a good sign, right?

[mannerism]

Ought to be, yes; though that hardly answers my question.

[ though now she wagers a guess - ]

If you've taken on baking, my favourites are crumpets.

[ she does so miss good old-fashioned crumpets. ]

[starspangled]

Those are the little muffin-cake type things, right?

[what a spot-on description. at least he didn't mention tea.]

I'll learn. Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?

[wingedman]

[not here, just silently laughing at steve]

[mannerism]

Yes, Steve, that's the nearly-adequate definition of a crumpet.

[ for the love of God, Steve Rogers. ]

You'll learn. From who, I wonder?

[ poor sod, whoever it is. ]

[starspangled]

[he would look it up in the dictionary, but people don't seem to use those much anymore.

steve takes a deep breath, both eyebrows rising. there's only one name that comes to mind.]

Sam?

[sorry, bro.]

[mannerism]

That sounds like a question.

[ but oh, she is smiling. ]

Well, if he does teach you, I demand to be invited to tea and try those out myself.

[starspangled]

Actually, I was thinking about a nice brunch. That seems like a popular thing these days.

[mannerism]

A brunch.

[ captain america hosting a brunch, goodness gracious, that does make her smile. ]

I suppose it'll mean I'll have to learn to make something myself by then, can't come empty-handed.

[starspangled]

Bring your smile. Trust me, it's more than enough.

[mannerism]

[ ironically, it does make her smile and far too easily as that. ]

Careful. Attitude like that and you'd have no chance at ever hosting a potluck.

[starspangled]

Sam does that better than I ever could anyway.

[mannerism]

Not a keen host?

[ she's not entirely surprised. if allowed to guess, she'd wager she's that much worse than him. ]

[starspangled]

My taste in music is outdated, I use the microwave too much, and I've been told that my conversation skills could stand to be a little more lighthearted.

[mannerism]

Aside of the microwave, I trust the same can be said for me. Funny, that.

[ funny, indeed. ]

Not that shabby at dancing, you, there's that.

[ she makes it sound like a small mercy; dancing, of all things. ]

[starspangled]

Only an idiot wouldn't hang on to your every word.

[he knows from experience that the world can be full of those, but he'd like to think that he's not one.]

I'm thinking about taking lessons. Imagine how much better I'll be then.

[mannerism]

[ she bites back her smile, she refuses outright to let this man get the better of her.

( even if he does, and so effortlessly, too. if he weren't so endearing, it'd be annoying. ) ]

Is there a dance school at Quarantine?

[starspangled]

There is, down at the community center. I've already spoken to the dance instructor there.

[mannerism]

Are you having a laugh?

[ her arms settle on her hips. ]

-- Good lord, you are, you're pulling my leg.

[starspangled]

[she looks like she's about to park him on the naught step. he wouldn't mind.]

No ma'am, not you.

[mannerism]

[ it does indeed cross her mind for a moment. ]

And? what shall you be learning, then? tango? foxtrot? Lindy hop?

[starspangled]

All of the above? I mean, you never know what kind of song they're going to play next, right?

[mannerism]

It is a bit of a bet.

[ casually, brightly, ]

I imagine you'd need practice.

[starspangled]

And lots of it. I'm a little bit worried about finding a patient enough partner.