Call me Captain.

Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. Old. I really enjoy big band music. ((Independent RP, yo. Tech-retarded, crotchety old man Steve. Pretty much shipped with any and everyone. I don't own any of the gifs I use.))

[cap-rogers-blog]

　

[poptartgodofthunder-blog]

~clasps on the shoulder~ Do not fret my patriotic friend! Surely if I can do it, a great warrior such as thine self can! It is quite easy!

[cap-rogers-blog]

Yeah..."easy" isn't what I would call it. I haven't been at it as long as you have.

The adjusting thing, I mean. But your support is very much appreciated, Thor. Thanks.

[black-withadashof-red-blog]

Hello Captain Rogers. How’s life been treating you these days?

[cap-rogers-blog]

A little like an overbearing schoolteacher, to be honest, but I'm surviving. What about you? Gotta be better than me, right?

[poptartgodofthunder-blog]

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Greetings Captain! How dost thee fair in this foreign place?

[cap-rogers-blog]

Hey, big guy. I’m doing just fine, thanks for asking. How’s Earth treating you?

[poptartgodofthunder-blog]

Earth treats me well. ~pauses…thinks~ Most of the time. Though there are still many a thing that confound me about this strange planet. Like this place ~gestures around~…but I am learning quickly. Hast thee grown accustomed to such great changes since thine own time?

[cap-rogers-blog]

I'd hope so. It's a pretty decent planet to be on. I'm glad to hear that you're adjusting alright. That makes one of us.

Aha. Uh...no, not entirely. There's a lot for me to become accustomed with.

[cap-rogers-blog]

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Hey, Ms. Romanoff.

Hey...mam.　

[forlackofabetteroption-deactiva]

Pressing his lips together firmly, Tony did his best to listen-Which wasn’t really his strength. He’d made it through life well enough with people knowing he wasn’t that kind of person. People just didn’t talk to him about personal things.

Turns out, Steve hadn’t gotten the memo on that one. Tapping his fingers against his forearms, he drew in a short breath, “Figures,” He murmured. So the ‘girlfriend’ remark hadn’t been far off. What was he supposed to tell the guy? It’d been seventy years. Things changed, people changed, and the world kept on spinning. Everyone else would say ‘sorry’. Everyone else would’ve played the pity card and coddled Steve. Tony didn’t hate him. To be fair, he was fond of the boy-scout, in his own way. But he’d made the tough calls before. He didn’t mind being the ‘bad guy’. “Rebuilding that place won’t bring her back. I hate to be the one to tell you, but you’ve been gone for a long time and things change,” Tony spoke, “And buddy, holding onto it is just gonna make you sick.”

[cap-rogers-blog]

He expected an uncomfortable throat-clearing at best. Maybe an awkward nod of apology to go with it, too, and he was prepared to pretend he hadn’t said anything with that much substance and go back to asking about the Internet and its infinite wonders.

But Stark surprised him by actually saying something—something of value, at that. He didn’t think the guy was capable of it, but there it was, hanging in the air between them. Steve couldn’t muster up more than a mildly resigned expression.

“I’m already sick.” He countered bitterly. But Stark was right, as much as he didn’t like to admit. 

“Sorry,” A dismissive swipe of the hand. “I’ll get over it. I’ve got the rest of my life to do that. In the meantime, please explain to me why people use something as invasive as Facebook.”

[forlackofabetteroption-deactiva]

“You don’t have to be,” Tony responded, lifting his shoulders in a slack shrug, “Sick isn’t a permanent state, buddy. When you’re sick you can get better. You can look for someone to help you through it, you can move away from the source. But sitting around being miserable, grasping at everything that’s making you sick and holding onto it because you’re scared. It won’t do anyone any favors, least of all you,” He said. “I’m not saying it has to happen quickly. You can sit around and wait it out, but don’t drag yourself down with that,” He exhaled, moving a hand and rubbing the back of his own neck idly, “Especially when there are people waiting in the wings to have your back, ‘Cap.” “In the end you’ll just get angry about everything, and trust me, you don’t want that.”  Because if anyone knew about hitting rock bottom, it was Tony Stark, and damn if he was going to let the one genuine hero in their group follow that path. The seriousness in his features, rare as it was, cracked at the mention of facebook and he managed a smile, chuckling under his breath and turning in the chair to face the computer once more, “One reason, Steve. To get laid.”

[cap-rogers-blog]

Isolation suddenly didn't seem like such an overwhelming feeling anymore.

It was a little embarrassing to hear such a humorless string of lines come from someone like Tony Stark, but at the same time it was touching. "Genuine" was a good word for it too, and God knows how much Steve appreciated the principle of ingenuity. 

He didn't say anything in response to the well-deserved tangent. He just smiled, and for a second, the silence was enjoyable.

And then the smile caved and he wore another frown. "To get--how does Facebook do that? Don't you have to, you know..." Ehem. "Actually be near someone to...get laid? Is it possible to do that over the internet?"

[kathystarkpeople]

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Well hey there.

Kathy’s the name- fashion and quantum physics is the game.

[cap-rogers-blog]

Steve Rogers. 

Lemme guess. You’re Tony Stark’s kid, right?

[kathystarkpeople]

….it’s that obvious? -takes a strand of her dark hair and puts it over her lip- I think it would be even more so if I had an awkwardly cut mustache. 

[cap-rogers-blog]

It's very nice to meet you, Kathy. Personally, I think you look much better without an awkwardly cut mustache.

[cap-rogers-blog]

I'm shipping you and foreveraheroamerica and there's nothing you can do about it.

Shipping?

What does that even m-

...You're shipping me with a country? 

[poptartgodofthunder-blog]

cap-rogers started following you

Greetings Captain! How dost thee fair in this foreign place?

[cap-rogers-blog]

Hey, big guy. I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking. How's Earth treating you?

[kathystarkpeople]

cap-rogers started following you

Well hey there.

Kathy’s the name- fashion and quantum physics is the game.

[cap-rogers-blog]

Steve Rogers. 

Lemme guess. You're Tony Stark's kid, right?

[cap-rogers-blog]

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[agentpcoulson]

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Captain Rogers, sir, it’s an honor. 

[cap-rogers-blog]

Aha, jeez. Thanks, Coulson.

Hey, while I have you here, I need to ask you something. It’s kind of important.

[agentpcoulson]

What can I do for you?

[cap-rogers-blog]

Remember when you said you were, uh, "there while I was unconscious"?

So I just recently found out that I have a daughter spawned from the replication of my genes and I was wondering if you had anything to do with...you know. Taking my genes.

[cap-rogers-blog]

drinking games.

Daughter.

Daughter.

D-a-u-g-h-t-e-r.

He'd never get used to that.

It didn't matter that she technically wasn't his daughter. That's what all the facts said, that's what everything pointed to. She was a good kid, yeah; smart, witty, probably stronger than anyone her age had the right to be, but that didn't dismiss the fact that she was related to him and that he missed out on watching her grow up.

Steve wasn't the fatherly type. He didn't feel like one. But knowing that he'd been comatose while his offspring was raised by someone else was uncomfortable. It wasn't the easiest thought that ever came to his mind because he had something in the world that he knew, something that was around and alive. And he wasn't there for it.

And he thought drinking with Thor would quell his worries. For the time being, anyway. The big guy wasn't bad company at all and Steve didn't really have a lot of options when it came to friends. The Avengers were spread far and thin in a million ways, and while they saved the world with style and whatnot, it was safe to say that he felt like he didn't know any of them very well.

Steve had trouble getting to Thor's hotel, that much he'd admit, but he arrived all the same. With significantly less trouble, he found his way to the bar that the Asgardian had mentioned, slunk up to a stool and heavily sat down to hunch over the counter-top. 

"What can I get you, sir?" asked the bartender. Steve waved him off, smiling politely. "Nothing right now. Just waiting for a friend," Pause. "The big blond guy who speaks in old English."

The bartender idled away and Steve could've sworn he heard him swear under his breath.

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cap-rogers replied to your post: I guess I have a daughter. Please help me cope with this insanely awkward news.

…I don’t know. Drinking? Board games? What do Asgardians do when they receive awkward news?

We drink large amounts of mead!

[cap-rogers-blog]

Then bring out the mead, big man. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.

[avengingthunder-deactivated2012]

Come! There is a bar at my hotel. Shield has kindly offered to pick up any tabs.

[cap-rogers-blog]

I'll be there as soon as I can.

[avengingthunder-deactivated2012]

cap-rogers replied to your post: I guess I have a daughter. Please help me cope with this insanely awkward news.

…I don’t know. Drinking? Board games? What do Asgardians do when they receive awkward news?

We drink large amounts of mead!

[cap-rogers-blog]

Then bring out the mead, big man. We've got a long night ahead of us.

[agentpcoulson]

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Captain Rogers, sir, it’s an honor. 

[cap-rogers-blog]

Aha, jeez. Thanks, Coulson.

Hey, while I have you here, I need to ask you something. It's kind of important.

[forlackofabetteroption-deactiva]

“It happens. That place was old, probably worn out,” Tony remarked. He was a businessman. He’d seen it happen. Places got out, business died out, it got replaced. It was a money thing. The sentimentality never came across to him.

“Wait, you’re serious? Buddy, I do a lot of ridiculous things with my money-But do you have any idea how hard it is to purchase public land? There’s the courts to go through, money to grease palms, papers to write and interviews to meet. It’s not exactly overnight work,” He pointed out. Not that Steve understood that. He turned in his seat, crossing his arms, “You going to explain what this is about-It’s just a club, Capsicle. There are others.”

[cap-rogers-blog]

“It’s not just a club, Stark, it’s-” ‘Stop.’ 

Steve had to consider his words carefully. Was Tony Stark really the first person he wanted to tell about Peggy? He thought hard about that. Was anyone the first person he wanted to tell about Peggy?

No. Not really.

But the first step to getting over a problem was talking about it. He supposed that he didn’t really have a choice concerning who he talked to. 

“I had a date.” He said curtly, folding his arms again. “With Peggy Carter. I missed it because I crash-landed a plane into the Arctic and didn’t wake up for 70 years.”

Well, it was a start.

[forlackofabetteroption-deactiva]

Pressing his lips together firmly, Tony did his best to listen-Which wasn’t really his strength. He’d made it through life well enough with people knowing he wasn’t that kind of person. People just didn’t talk to him about personal things. Turns out, Steve hadn’t gotten the memo on that one. Tapping his fingers against his forearms, he drew in a short breath, “Figures,” He murmured. So the ‘girlfriend’ remark hadn’t been far off. What was he supposed to tell the guy? It’d been seventy years. Things changed, people changed, and the world kept on spinning. Everyone else would say ‘sorry’. Everyone else would’ve played the pity card and coddled Steve. Tony didn’t hate him. To be fair, he was fond of the boy-scout, in his own way. But he’d made the tough calls before. He didn’t mind being the ‘bad guy’. “Rebuilding that place won’t bring her back. I hate to be the one to tell you, but you’ve been gone for a long time and things change,” Tony spoke, “And buddy, holding onto it is just gonna make you sick.”

[cap-rogers-blog]

He expected an uncomfortable throat-clearing at best. Maybe an awkward nod of apology to go with it, too, and he was prepared to pretend he hadn't said anything with that much substance and go back to asking about the Internet and its infinite wonders.

But Stark surprised him by actually saying something--something of value, at that. He didn't think the guy was capable of it, but there it was, hanging in the air between them. Steve couldn't muster up more than a mildly resigned expression.

"I'm already sick." He countered bitterly. But Stark was right, as much as he didn't like to admit. 

"Sorry," A dismissive swipe of the hand. "I'll get over it. I've got the rest of my life to do that. In the meantime, please explain to me why people use something as invasive as Facebook."