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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[wingedman]

Told you I had a lot of spare time.

By the way, I moved out of the communal housing. In case you came to look for me and couldn't find me.

[starspangled]

Yeah? Was there a problem?

[wingedman]

Nah, I've just spent too damn long in communal housing to want to stay there when I don't have to.

[starspangled]

Makes sense.

So your new place. Does it have a big kitchen?

[wingedman]

Damn well better believe it. It's a nice townhouse, two floors. Wanda and I are sharing it.

[starspangled]

[a brow arches curiously. he'll come back to his previous thoughts in a moment.]

I didn't realize that you two were that close.

[wingedman]

[Sam mirrors that raised eyebrow. Seriously, Steve, that's where you're going with this?]

Not like that, Steve. We both wanted to move out, and it's just more convenient to share a place with someone you already know. Someone who's gonna keep the place clean and pay the rent on time.

[starspangled]

Ah. Makes sense.

[steve nods. he wasn't questioning any intentions, it was just...well, you never know.]

[wingedman]

You're always welcome to drop by for dinner.

[Look at that charming smile, Steve.]

[starspangled]

I'm starting to feel like the stray cats in my old neighborhood.

Not that I'm turning you down or anything.

[wingedman]

Nah, you're more like a puppy than a cat.

[Especially when he breaks out the sad eyes. Although if they're going to compare anyone to a stray Sam wants to feed, it's probably going to be Bucky. But he can't mention that.]

[starspangled]

A labrador. [steve offers, giving sam a self-deprecating smile.] I've heard that.

[wingedman]

[Sam shakes his head, laughing.] I'd say more like a pit bull. Something a bit more goddamn stubborn than a lab.