The Star-Spangled Man With a Plan

Hello all! This is Steve Rogers. I'm just getting the hang of the internet and Tony suggested I get one of these. I hope you like it!

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Loki/Cap round two

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The Avengers were supposed to be a representation of Earth’s finest specimens of intellect and strength, and yet a quick headcount would only show miserable results. What was it Stark had said?

A demi-god, a living legend and self-professed super soldier, a man with “breathtaking anger management issues” that apparently absolved him of all wrong, a couple of master assassins, and an agent called Phil.

What Loki saw was an instable ego in an iron suit, a failed king with a child’s inability to let go of the past and frankly lamentable control over his emotions, a man out of time too willing to put himself and his team in danger to seek the good in his enemy, a traitor in love with her captor, a bow that Loki had easily been able to turn against its masters, and a dead man. In other words, a band of lost, desperate creatures in the hands of a general who clung to antiquated models of heroism and warfare because nothing in his arsenal was any match for the armies whose foot soldiers by far outstripped everything Earth had to offer. 

And they wondered why he thought himself in any position to dominate?

“I’ve nothing to say to Thor,” Loki said through his teeth. “His sentimentality will get the better of him time and time again. He is more a vulnerability than an asset to you.”

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Steve’s face drew tight.  You always say that, about sentimentality being a weakness.  What exactly do you count as a strength?  He bit his tongue, though.  He hadn’t come to fight, but he couldn’t prevent himself saying quietly “We don’t consider caring a weakness.  It’s made all of us who we are, and in case you hadn’t noticed what we are is pretty damn strong.”

Steve shook his head and grasped for a change of subject.  A fight with Loki was really the last thing either of them needed.  He wanted to take Loki by the collar and shake him until he could see how much Thor loved him, but honestly he didn’t know what had happened between the two and Loki would probably not respond well to that kind of treatment.

Instead, Steve gritted his teeth once and then said carefully, “Do you want to maybe get out and see the city?  You spend a lot of time in here, and you must get bored.  We could go for a walk?”  He shrugged.  ”I mean, it’s up to you, but if it was me I’d be dying to get out for a change of scenery.  Figured you might be as well.”

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Loki turned a blank stare on the Captain. It was better than the alternative: a brisk tongue-lashing for the unspoken reprimands he could see brewing under Steven’s calm mask. He would not invite that vein of conversation. The man pried to much as it was.

“A walk, Captain?”

If he’d tried he couldn’t have invented a more frivolous man than the one who stood in front of him wide-eyed and hopeful. It was like someone had bottled Midgard’s most nauseating qualities and injected them into someone whose sense of chivalry and heroism was already overdeveloped to a fault. 

“I’ve already seen your city. It wears fire and demolition well.”

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Steve gritted his teeth.  That wasn't funny at all, and he contemplated simply leaving the room, but... But unless he was much mistaken, Loki had just made a joke.  A cruel joke, certainly, one intended to wound, but still, a joke.  

It was progress.

"It looks a little different now, you know.  It wouldn't hurt you to get some fresh air.  Don't you want to go out?  It's a nice city when it's not... under attack."

Steve sighed.  Perhaps he had been stupid to ask.  He tried once more.  "You're getting better, and you shouldn't stay cooped up in here all the time.  What do you even do?  Look, I could take you to the library or something.  You like to read, right?"  He cringed a little at having opened himself to Loki's malice, but I have to give him a chance.  A chance to... to what?  To change?  No.  A chance to behave differently and be treated well. 

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To Gwendolynn

Dear Gwen,

I am so sorry.

Gwen, you have so much potential!  I don’t understand why you waste your beautiful, precious self on drugs and alcohol and that shitty coffee shop.  You could do so much more.  You could do so much better!  Gwen, you’re wasting your life.  You should go to university.  You should get a proper job, you should do something.

Your laziness is going to be the end of you.  While you sit around smoking and destroying your body and your mind, life is going to pass you by.

Gwen, I know how you feel.  I was, believe it or not, young once.  But there is such a thing as duty and responsibility.  When I was your age, I had tried to join the army fifteen times at fifteen different stations because I cared enough about my country to do so.  I never let them stop me.  I kept trying because I knew it was my responsibility to protect the country I loved.  Fifteen times I was turned down, and all my life I had been told I wasn’t good enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t… enough.  I could have let that discourage me.  I could have given up, and I wouldn’t be Captain America today.  But I didn’t.  

Compared to that what exactly do you have to contend with?  I understand there’s tragedy in your past and I respect that.  But for God’s sake (and your own) get up, get off your ass, and do something.  If I could do it, so can you.

You’re past your childhood.  At your age, most of the boys I knew were picking up guns and fighting Nazis.  And you just sit there, destroying your own body because there aren’t any axis powers to do it for you.  

Frankly, I’m ashamed of you.  You have so much, and you are throwing it away.

Stop.  Today.  Stop drinking, stop smoking, find a passion, and follow it.

Yours in friendship,

Captain Steven Grant Rogers

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Steve…I…you’re right. I can’t promise you that I can stop right away but I am willing to stop even if it takes time and effort. I can’t promise that I will be happy right away but in the long run…I know I will be.

I’m scared but I know you’ll help even though you don’t have to…You are so amazing Steve and you don’t even see it at times.

I love you Cap-Cap.

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Oh, Gwen, I am so sorry to have said these things in this way, but I am so proud of you for trying to stop.  You know I'll be with you every step of the way and you can always come to me for help, no matter what.  

I love you too, Gwen. Never doubt that.

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Dear Steven Rogers of Brooklyn,

I can’t thank you enough for everything that you have done for me. It is hard to believe I can have a friend that doesn’t expect anything out of me; the love you have for me is unconditional, along with your loyalty and the feelings are safely returned and will never leave.

Thank goodness I work in that awful coffee house or I would have never met you. Everything happens for a reason and it must have been written in the stars we would be great friends…I apologize if this is sounding odd but I feel rather poetic and happy whenever I talk to you or about you.

Steve-Caps Caps as I call you behind your back- I don’t understand how you can be my friend after the way I destroyed your room in Stark Towers and how I snuck Loki out of his prison…I don’t understand why you kept that a secret. Seriously…something had could have happened! Don’t do that again!

I don’t mind making you coffee every morning; I don’t mind the way you yell at me when I smoke. It’s hard for me to stay angry at you when you make me laugh and feel this foreign feeling of happiness that I haven’t felt in what sees like millions of years. You make my day everyday and I’m glad when I don’t feel like sleeping alone, you sacrifice sleeping on the floor while I sleep in the bed.

Steve…you’re too nice but I won’t take advantage of it. No matter what happens in the future, I will always hold you close to my heart and be reminded of you by the smell of coffee and bald eagles. Steve, I…I…loveyoulikethebrotherIneverhad.

-Gwen

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Gwen I can't... I can't begin to express how much you mean to me.  I am so sorry for everything I said in that letter, but I do want you to do something with your life.  You deserve more than we can give you. I love you so much, Gwen.  You are a sister to me.  Nothing will ever change that and I only hope I can be as good a friend to you as you deserve. I thank God for letting me meet you.  You are such a wonderful person.  Please don't ever forget that.

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To Gwendolynn

Dear Gwen,

I am so sorry.

Gwen, you have so much potential!  I don't understand why you waste your beautiful, precious self on drugs and alcohol and that shitty coffee shop.  You could do so much more.  You could do so much better!  Gwen, you're wasting your life.  You should go to university.  You should get a proper job, you should do something.

Your laziness is going to be the end of you.  While you sit around smoking and destroying your body and your mind, life is going to pass you by.

Gwen, I know how you feel.  I was, believe it or not, young once.  But there is such a thing as duty and responsibility.  When I was your age, I had tried to join the army fifteen times at fifteen different stations because I cared enough about my country to do so.  I never let them stop me.  I kept trying because I knew it was my responsibility to protect the country I loved.  Fifteen times I was turned down, and all my life I had been told I wasn't good enough, wasn't strong enough, wasn't... enough.  I could have let that discourage me.  I could have given up, and I wouldn't be Captain America today.  But I didn't.  

Compared to that what exactly do you have to contend with?  I understand there's tragedy in your past and I respect that.  But for God's sake (and your own) get up, get off your ass, and do something.  If I could do it, so can you.

You're past your childhood.  At your age, most of the boys I knew were picking up guns and fighting Nazis.  And you just sit there, destroying your own body because there aren't any axis powers to do it for you.  

Frankly, I'm ashamed of you.  You have so much, and you are throwing it away.

Stop.  Today.  Stop drinking, stop smoking, find a passion, and follow it.

Yours in friendship,

Captain Steven Grant Rogers

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To Loki Laufeyson, prince of Asgard

Dear Loki,

I am truly sorry to be writing this, but I'm afraid I have no choice, so here it is.

You are truly a difficult person to spend time with.  You have little to no concern for other people and you take out your hateful and destructive urges on others.  I have absolutely no respect for this type of action.  I find it cowardly, not to mention unpleasant and dangerous.  Loki, you are not necessarily a bad person but you are fast becoming one.  Every time anyone tries to show you compassion or mercy you spit on them and literally bite the hand that feeds you.  It is nearly impossible to talk to you without you attempting to pry into every chink and vulnerable spot.  Your assaults on Peggy Carter, for instance, Peggy who was more than you are or ever will be at the rate you're going.

This is without even mentioning Thor and your behavior towards him.  Thor, who is your brother, who forgives every vile thing you do to him simply because he loves you.  You treat him with contempt and worse when all he does, all he ever does is try and forgive you.  You spit his affection back into his face.  I think I know a few of the reasons you do this and they disgust me.  

Firstly, because you're a coward.  You can't stand to think that maybe someone might love you.  You're afraid of being let down and so you spit on love.  These are the actions of a craven and a boy, not of a man.  

Secondly, because you realise that Thor is everything you are not and that you will never be.  He is loving where you are spiteful, affectionate where you are cold, trusting where you are suspicious, accepting where you are hard, humble where you are proud, and loyal where you are a traitor.  Again, you act as a coward when you see a man you wish to be like and try to destroy him.

You're a coward and a traitor, Loki, trying desperately to be the villain so you won't have to face the reality: that you are not strong enough to be villainous, because villains have to have conviction, and all you have is a weak and treacherous instinct.  True villains want to create, though they cannot: you only want to destroy.  You see what is good and you know you cannot match it and so rather than try you set about tearing it down.

You embody the characteristics that I detest most in the world.  If caring is a weakness, I would rather be weak for the rest of my life than live the way you do.  Your life is not life at all.  It's a meager existence at best, and I say death is better.

Stop pretending caring is a weakness because you are afraid to have it.  It is offered to you: seize it!  Do not let yourself slip away because you are afraid.

Yours,

Captain Steven Grant Rogers

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M!A: You switch bodies for 24 hours with the first person to send you an ask saying, "Freaky Friday."

Oh dear goodness.((OOC: Someone do this please!  It would be so fun!)) 

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Steve...I...*looks at him with puppy eyes* I know you won't mean it *hugs him and messes up his hair.* But get to work, Captain!

Thank you, Gwen.  *bites lip*  You know I don't... I don't mean a word of it.  Please forgive me for what I'm going to say...

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M!A: You have to write Loki and Gwen a hateful letter, Steve. YOU HAVE TO DO IIITTTTT MUWAHAHAHAHA.

I... please don't make me do this.*deep breath*Okay.  I am so sorry everyone. 

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Magic anons?

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 i’ll give you a baby turtle.

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Steve Rogers|| Closed.

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Wow a military guy, you don’t see a lot of those in New York City. She gave him a mischievous grin and licked her lips. “Ah, Captain Rogers-like Captain America. Did you see the news when there was that attack downtown? He is such a hero and just…saves people and defends others because he wants to; he doesn’t seem like he’s out their for the glory like…what’s that guy in the suit? Urmm…Tony Spot or something like that.”

A deep chuckle escaped her lips and she tapped her fingers on the counter. “Oh no, I’m from London but moved here after”-she paused for a minute as a look of sadness fell over her face before she regained her composer-“I was done with college-it’s like high school over here- and just wanted to explore the world. America seems nice but I’ve only seen the city and the woods forty minutes north. “

The bell in the shop went off and Gwen’s eye pulled away from Steve to see two people dressed in flannel tops, tight-to-the-skin jeans with thick rimmed glasses and weird hairstyles. Slowly, she leaned into Steve and whispered: “Those people that just came in are pretty much what hipsters look like. When they come closer…if they might smell like cigarettes, PBR and paint, they are for sure hipsters.” 

Steve couldn’t suppress a smile when she talked about Captain America.  He was suddenly very glad she hadn’t recognised him, and though he was uncomfortable with praise for what he did because he should, becauseit was really the least he could do, he couldn’t say he wasn’t glad to be appreciated.  The genuine admiration in her voice gave him a warm feeling somewhere in his chest.  Perhaps he wasn’t quite as useless as he sometimes thought himself; not, he thought with a certain amount of pride, a dancing monkey after all.

He was, however, hard put to keep from bursting into laughter when she said “Tony Spot” in that disparaging tone - he only managed to regain his composure when she spoke about the city.  He had just opened his mouth to ask if she had seen the Statue of Liberty when the bell tinkled and the two ‘hipsters’ walked in.

Steve looked at them askance and decided that Gwen’s previous comments had been (as far as he could tell, though he supposed he should give them the benefit of the doubt) entirely correct.  He made a show of sniffing the air and then nodded at her.  ”I think you were right,” he whispered.  ”I can smell it from here.”  He laughed, then froze as one of the ‘hipsters’ fixed him with a questioning stare.

Shoot.  I hope that’s because I’m whispering and laughing, not because he recognizes me.  Steve ducked his head and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible.  He could still feel the man’s gaze on the back of his head as the two came up to the counter to order.  

Oh if looks could kill. Gwen noted the looks one of the men gave Steve as they walked to the counter. It took everything in her will power not to make a snide remark towards them for the way they were staring at Steve. Geez fellas, stare a little harder and you might see into him souls. 

“Can I help you?” Her voice was firm as she stared at the men with a raised eyebrow and a fake smile on her face. They looked away from Steve and to her, a sneer forming on the taller of the two’s lip.

“Two regular, coffees to go.” Gwen simply nodded her head and poured them both coffee. “$5.00.” They threw their money on the counter and simply walked out.

“Well…they’re charming,” She laughed as she grinned at Steve. “What do you like to do in your free time, Captain?”

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Steve watched them leave, fists clenching with a desire to go after the two and demand they treat a young lady with respect, but forced himself to calm down, keeping in mind the fact that he could really hurt them.  He had to watch himself.

"Steve," he said, turning his attention back to Gwen.  "Call me Steve, please.  Captain makes me feel like I'm at war." he half-smiled.  The last time someone had called him Captain and meant it had been...

Had been a long time ago.  "I'm actually a bit of an artist, believe it or not.  I was studying art at university when the war got in my way."  He stopped abruptly and amended, "when I joined the army, that is.  So sketching then, and painting.  Nothing too serious.  Other than that..." he shrugged.  "Ordinary things, really.  Reading and taking walks and that kind of thing."  He ran a hand through his hair.  It was hard to explain that most of his hobbies had had to be relearned after seventy years in an ice block.  

"What about you?  You can't be planning on working here your whole life.  You have any plans for the future?"

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A private letter to Captain Steven Grant Rogers

Sir,

If I may be so bold as to enquire after your patience for just a moment I believe you’ll find what I have to say both long overdue and tragically understated. In this letter, prompted by one of the bastard grey faces I’d ask you to lead battle against in my name if that were the nature of our acquaintance - though believe me, I’m perfectly happy as we are not trusting you not to poison my pie; I don’t think I’ll ever stoop to asking for anything much closer to friendship from the likes of you - I intend to right the unspeakable wrong I’ve committed in waiting so long to contact you on this subject.

You will indulge my requests for forgiveness when I grit my teeth and pen the unthinkable words: I have underestimated you.

Do wipe that ridiculous look of bewilderment off your face; you look like a kicked puppy and the parallel is hardly becoming of one of Midgard’s finest. Listen closely and stop the whining litany of miserable questions and demands for my attention because this will be the only time you’ll hear me say this. 

It takes much for me to come close enough to another living soul to trust them. Truth be told it’s only happened once, and I regret that one time enough to say beyond shadow of a doubt I’ll never make the same careless mistake again. That being said, if i had to place my trust in the hands of the least idiotic Midgardian mercenary I could find, rest assured you’d be that poor fool. 

When I came again to Earth I was in a truly lamentable state and you, being you (which is to say a sentimental idiot), took it upon yourself to treat my wounds and to treat me with far more care than was warranted given the nature of our previous encounters. It was both more than I had expected of you and more than I could have asked. I know you’ve been dealt much grief from your teammates on my behalf and each time you come to my room ever smiling in spite of their abuse I cannot help but to wonder if you are in fact Earth’s mightiest masochist. 

It has been a very long time, Captain, since someone has been willing to do for me all that you’ve gone out of your way to ensure possible since my arrival. Though it pains me to admit it, and once I’ve signed off on this letter I fully intend on taking Gwendolynn out with me to wash down this memory with as much cheap Midgardian booze as we can get our hands on, I would not have survived long on my own had it not been for your intervention. I am alive and well today, hale and hearty, because of you and for that -

The pen broke in Loki’s hand. He tossed it aside and reached for the next one, teeth gritted so hard they were likely to splinter soon. With the other hand he reached for an unlabeled bottle and took a sloppy swig. He looked like hell. His thin chest heaved with laboured breathing and his face shone slick with sweat from the efforts of holding off the Magic Anon’s unbreakable control. His eyes in the low light were wild and shining, and an unwise observer might have commented on the hitch of a sob building in his tight throat.

- for that, Captain, I thank you. I owe you and your comrades my life since you were bleeding-hearted enough to think it worth saving. Do not make the mistake of thinking I will ever go against my moral code to join you out of some twisted sense of obligation, but if there’s ever any way in which I can be of covert assistance to your mission please consider this letter a voucher for one day’s worth of aid and no more.

If you ever make mention of this to anyone I will tear out your tongue and eat it while you look on.

Yours most sincerely,

Loki

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"I... thank you, Loki.  I'm... honored."  Steve looked shell-shocked and quite at a loss for words.  Instead, he simply took a tupperware from behind his back and held it out to Loki.  "That is, umm, you're welcome, and I would never poison your pie, and uh, I made some more.  If you want it.  I... I'm glad we could come to some kind of understanding."

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Oh, this and that.  I walk, I paint, I drink coffee, I dress up in a big American flag and fight aliens… whatever the country needs from me, I guess.

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“So you are that Steve Rogers,” Her face widened in to a grin. It was unusual for Selina to meet a man with a mask in such a casual way. “Well, I’m honored to meet a hero such as yourself.”

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Steve laughed uncomfortably.  ”Thanks, I guess.  I’m really not that much of a hero.  I’m just… well, I guess I’m just a man out of his time.”  His smile faded a little and he hurriedly changed the subject.  ”But what about you, Ms. Kyle?  What do you do when you’re not traveling the country?”

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Selina smiled, “I’m an lifestyle entrepreneur. I deal in high end jewelry and other rare items.” In a way, it was true. However, she withheld how exactly she came about such items. 

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"You must meet a lot of interesting people," Steve said earnestly.  "And really rich people." He laughed.  "I bet it's fun.  Do you work alone?" It wasn't that the idea of a woman working alone bothered him exactly - he had never had any doubts about female ability, especially not after Peggy - but it did still give him pause.  He supposed he just wasn't used to it.

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Loki/Cap round two

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“Tolerable.” Loki sniffed, lips pursed in disapproval. Harder to swallow than the tasteless soup and dry commercial bread was the Captain’s undiluted generosity and enthusiasm. He reminded Loki forcibly of a child’s pet: too eager to please. A spoilt child petulantly demanding attention and affection. A sibling in the wrong still seeking to atone for his sins as if they were still juvenile and everything was easily forgiven -

Loki stopped himself there. Time alone left him too long to ruminate upon the past and he found himself regrettably caught up in the undertow of emotions he’d until now been happy to stay at the surface of. To compare Steven to Thor was a stretch, however miserably charitable each so-called hero thought himself to be. That said, the Captain still stood here representing the same team, Thor’s overused idealism shining fresh in a deceptively boyish face. 

“Is the idea, then, that I’m here under your careful supervision? If I am at liberty to place one request it would be that you put your foot down to some of Stark’s more entrepreneurial spyware prototypes. If I am to be here as your guest -” he spat the word - “it would behoove you to accord me Midgard’s usual courtesies. My impression of your planet so far is a decidedly poor one.”

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Steve frowned.  ”Your impression might be better if you bothered to give it a chance instead of trying to enslave it.”  He met Loki’s eyes. “But of course we want you to be comfortable. We’re all under surveillance, but I’ll talk to Tony and see what I can do.” He paused and they sat in silence for a few moments. “Is there anything else you’d like?” Steve asked at length, looking around the room. “It’s kind of bare in here and I wouldn’t want you to get bored. You ever watch a movie? Tony has anything you could think of - you just have to ask Jarvis. I could get you more books, or… or whatnot. Just let me know.” Steve wondered what Loki actually did all day besides brood and think of new insults. “You know,” he said when Loki seemed intent on ignoring his offers, “Thor almost killed Clint and Tony when they suggested putting you in jail. He obviously cares about you a lot. You ever consider maybe letting him talk to you?”

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The Avengers were supposed to be a representation of Earth’s finest specimens of intellect and strength, and yet a quick headcount would only show miserable results. What was it Stark had said?

A demi-god, a living legend and self-professed super soldier, a man with “breathtaking anger management issues” that apparently absolved him of all wrong, a couple of master assassins, and an agent called Phil.

What Loki saw was an instable ego in an iron suit, a failed king with a child’s inability to let go of the past and frankly lamentable control over his emotions, a man out of time too willing to put himself and his team in danger to seek the good in his enemy, a traitor in love with her captor, a bow that Loki had easily been able to turn against its masters, and a dead man. In other words, a band of lost, desperate creatures in the hands of a general who clung to antiquated models of heroism and warfare because nothing in his arsenal was any match for the armies whose foot soldiers by far outstripped everything Earth had to offer. 

And they wondered why he thought himself in any position to dominate?

“I’ve nothing to say to Thor,” Loki said through his teeth. “His sentimentality will get the better of him time and time again. He is more a vulnerability than an asset to you.”

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Steve's face drew tight.  You always say that, about sentimentality being a weakness.  What exactly do you count as a strength?  He bit his tongue, though.  He hadn't come to fight, but he couldn't prevent himself saying quietly "We don't consider caring a weakness.  It's made all of us who we are, and in case you hadn't noticed what we are is pretty damn strong."

Steve shook his head and grasped for a change of subject.  A fight with Loki was really the last thing either of them needed.  He wanted to take Loki by the collar and shake him until he could see how much Thor loved him, but honestly he didn't know what had happened between the two and Loki would probably not respond well to that kind of treatment.

Instead, Steve gritted his teeth once and then said carefully, "Do you want to maybe get out and see the city?  You spend a lot of time in here, and you must get bored.  We could go for a walk?"  He shrugged.  "I mean, it's up to you, but if it was me I'd be dying to get out for a change of scenery.  Figured you might be as well."

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aquatic-geneticist started following you

Hello! How are you today?

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Hello to you as well! I’m Liz. I’m fine, and you?

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Nice to meet you,…

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The Star-Spangled Man With a Plan: aquaticgeneticist: defenderofliberty: aquaticgeneticist:…

Lots of things. Taking a walk, having a nice cup of coffee… The little things, Mr. Rogers, appeal to me.

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Call me Steve!  I don’t know why, but Tony finds the name Mr. Rogers really funny… and what Tony thinks is funny never is.  You know, I appreciate your attitude.  It’s the little things in life that appeal to me as well.  *chuckles*  Although they aren’t so little anymore.  I bought a cup of coffee yesterday that cost four dollars.

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Mr. Stark? A man of wealth and very sarcastic humor, or that’s what I’ve heard. I don’t usually go out to coffee shops for a cup, because they are quite expensive and I rarely buy ‘em. -shrugs- I prefer buying the ground coffee and just heading home to relax and drink it. Money is tight these days, uh, Steve.

[coffeeandcauldroncakes]

True about the wealth, and also true about the sarcasm.  I usually don’t get it, though.  His sarcasm.  It’s always got all these pop culture references that I still don’t really understand… Money is so loose nowadays that I feel guilty even looking at a dollar bill.  I guess it’s because I’m used to rations - and then Tony isn’t exactly your average guy.  But still.  The other day he just up and bought an island.  *sighs*  And then there’s all his gadgets. Drinking coffee at home is definitely better.  I don’t really go out much anyway because sometimes people recognize me and ask for autographs.  *blushes*  It’s really embarrassing. 

[aquaticgeneticist-deactivated20]

You’ll catch up soon enough, Steve. Pop Culture changes very, very quickly. If I had a wallet the size of Mr. Stark’s, I’d probably be buying things every day at random too. -chuckles- Aw, don’t be like that! They’re probably thankful, I guess… You know, saving the world once or twice gets you a lot of attention.. Or, at least I hope they’re thankful..

[coffeeandcauldroncakes]

They seem to be.  I just… don’t really feel that I deserve the thanks, you know?  I was just doing what needed to be done.  Just doing my duty. And as for pop culture, I was recently introduced to, uh, Star Wars?  Had to convince Tony it was not okay to call Bruce Chewbacca.

[aquaticgeneticist-deactivated20]

You do deserve the thanks. It was your duty to stop whoever left New York like that, and if you guys didn’t step in, I’m sure we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we? -smiles- Star Wars, huh? I liked those movies. And Dr. Banner, I presume, as Chewbacca? I don’t see that nickname sticking.

[coffeeandcauldroncakes]

No, I guess not.  You know, I don’t do this job to be thanked, but I can’t say it isn’t encouraging once in a while.  *smiles*  So thank you.

No, the nickname won’t stick… I hope.  We watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone yesterday though, and now Clint is calling Loki Snape.  Thor is offended.  You ever met an offended Thunder God, Liz?  It’s uh.  Not pleasant.

[aquaticgeneticist-deactivated20]

You’re very welcome! Well, if you actually finish the series later, you’ll see that his nickname is a little wrong and a little right. And as for an angered Thunder God, I can’t say I’ve never seen one… and I don’t plan to! It’s scary! -shakes head, chuckling-

[coffeeandcauldroncakes]

It is scary.  He kept yelling “My brother is not an angry sorcerous crone!” at the top of his lungs…  We all had to hide behind the couches.  Well, Clint and Tony did.  The rest of us are a little more mature.

[aquaticgeneticist-deactivated20]

If he keeps watching, I’m sure that term will fade! Much more better if he has the patience to read the books as well! And a lack of maturity in some people can actually brighten a day. Acting silly can tickle your funny bone! 

[coffeeandcauldroncakes]

There’s a lot of truth to that!  People who are glum all day aren’t too fun to be around.  Although, people who act immature when it really isn’t the time to can be annoying - even dangerous.

[aquaticgeneticist-deactivated20]

In your case it’s true, the whole ‘dangerous’ thing… while in my situation it’s more annoying than dangerous…  However, being an annoying pest really gets you nowhere, I’ve had my roommate tell that to me more than once!  

[coffeeandcauldroncakes]

*laughs*  It’s true!  Maybe you should tell that to Tony for me, he needs the lesson.  Then again, Tony can get anything he wants pretty darn easily so…

But to be honest, I don’t really see you as the annoying pest type…  It’s hard to believe your roommate would tell you that.  Do you consider yourself annoying?

[aquaticgeneticist-deactivated20]

I wouldn’t like to piss off a billionaire… I think that would get me in a really bad situation. -chuckles- I do, at times when I feel as if I talk to someone too much and they get very short with me.. other than that, no! My roommate has a very mean surface, but she’s nice once you head to the core! At times, I think she’s telling me that from her own personal experience of being annoying… I don’t know, actually! -smiles- 

[coffeeandcauldroncakes]

Well, she must be a nice person if you like living with her.  And you know, we’re all annoying sometimes.  *chuckles*  Even superheroes.  Especially superheroes, believe it or not.

[aquaticgeneticist-deactivated20]

Well, superheroes have more on their plate than just save the world. Superheroes have dilemmas too. -smiles-

[coffeeandcauldroncakes]

You're telling me!  *laughs*  So you know about my caped identity... what do you do for a living, Liz?

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