steve rogers

Hello fellow citizens. I am Captain Steve Rogers, otherwise known as Captain America. At your service.

[metroelektra-deactivated2015021]

The man came up to her right after she had finished her third rep and she paused and looked at him. “I suppose I could ask you the same thing, sir." The way he spoke was old-fashioned and strange to her. She couldn’t help but stare at his chest, and when she finally caught herself doing that, she quickly averted her eyes away.

[metropoliscaptain]

"That is true, I suppose," Steve chuckled, taking a seat on one of the sand bags he'd put on the ground just in case he broke a punching bag again. "I got here to get rid of some frustration I had. People don't seem to want help anymore."

[violentknightholyknight]

"Oh, uh, Captain Rogers then. Nice to meet you too." He took the other man’s hand in a firm shake. "I’m Jason. Jason Todd." He wasn’t sure how he was even able to form words. He was standing face to face with one of his idols. While he was at the orphanage, there wasn’t much in the way of literature, but they had all the Captain America comics and memorabilia you could ask for. It was surreal to be talking to the hero he’d always looked up to. "What brings you here so late?" He said, slightly slurred.

[metropoliscaptain]

Steve shook his hand and smiled a bit. The other boy seemed to be fanboying a bit, but he was used to it. He knew how to react to it, at least - it would never really be something he could get used to. "I got a bit frustrated. I'd spent some time in stores, trying to make sure no one got hurt-- people refused to let me help them. It's all about consumerism now.." he sighed, glancing over at him. "What are you doing here, if you don't mind me asking?"

[queencherllxyd-deactivated20150]

"I don’t know who you are." He said angrily, eyes narrowing as he began to walk backwards to make his escape. "I wasn’t around in the second World War, and I especially don’t know you.” He clutched his knife closer to his body, shaking his head. “I’m not putting this away, you’re a crazy man that easily can be seen as a threat to me.”

[metropoliscaptain]

"I am Steve Rogers. Your friend," Steve urged him. He knew that it wasn't going to be easy to convince him and he needed to be prepared that Bucky might attack him. It wouldn't be the first time that happened. "I am not a threat to you. If I am your friend, why would I hurt you? Put it away."

[metroelektra-deactivated2015021]

Elektra usually never brought herself to a public gym, with all the equipment at her home, and the MMA gym she worked out, there was no need for her to come to one of these places. However, at this late hour her gym was closed, and her reoccurring nightmare caused her to want to leave the house. So here she was. Elektra couldn’t help but notice the one other patron that was there. He was impressive with a punching bag. She wondered how it would be to spar with him. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she began to get to work on her own workout routine.

[metropoliscaptain]

He had noticed the other person walk in and gave her a short look before focusing on the punching back again for a few minutes. Once he finally felt like he'd actually done something, he unwrapped his hands and turned around, looking over at her. "If I may ask, what brings you here at this time of night, ma'am?" he asked her, taking a few steps closer. What she was doing was impressive, he had to admit. 

[violentknightholyknight]

After spending yet another holiday on his own, Jason had gotten a lot of quality time with his thoughts, which was never a good thing. He had a tendency to think himself into bad moods, which then caused him to drink himself into better moods. A few shots of rum later, he’d decided that he needed to go get some anger out. Making his way out of his door, he shuffled down the sidewalk to a local 24-hour gym. He didn’t have a membership, but at this point, he dared somebody to say something. His train of thought derailed when he saw the only other occupant of the gym. Without thinking, he walked over to the other man. “Holy shit… You’re Captain America.” He said with his eyes seemingly the size of golf balls.

[metropoliscaptain]

Steve had been punching as hard as he could. He was far from getting exhausted, which was actually something that quite annoyed him at that point. He wanted to get tired, he wanted to feel worn out, but it would take a whole lot more for him to actually feel that way. When he heard someone speak to him, he stopped. He started unwrapping is hands and then turned around to face the other man. "Some people call me that. I go by Captain Rogers now, though. Nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand for him. It had been a while since someone had recognized him, but he would never get used to it.

[metropoliscaptain]

Frustration and adrenaline - that was all that coursed through his body at the moment. His usual friendly attitude was still there, but it was hidden under a layer of frustration. He'd headed to the local 24-hour gym, seeing as it was past midnight and he needed to blow off some steam. He figured no one would join him, but he was wrong. Completely lost in his own thoughts and frustrations, he connected his fists to the bag once again.

[the-ragingbanner-deactivated201]

"Well, then, you and me both," Bruce put his hands in his pockets and chuckled quietly. "If you do go, tell me how it is. I’ve always been slightly curious.”

[metropoliscaptain]

"Of course. I'll inform you on it later. I can perhaps give you a call or we can meet up? In all honesty I am not very handy with these smartphones, but I do know how to make a phone call."

[crisroe-blog]

"That would be amazing! Just make sure you stop by the mashed potatoes section to say hi to me. That’s incredible, thank you for your service Captain, and please just call me Kate."

[metropoliscaptain]

"Mashed potatoes section.. I'll remember that. I'll see where I can help out. No need to thank me, I haven't served the military in a while. I'm doing more freelance - is that the right word? - stuff at the moment. Alright, Kate."

[bcdviibcs]

"Very impressive, the military explains your physique—" Jack shrugged, rolling his shoulders and glancing away. "No, not particularly; not worth my time really."

[metropoliscaptain]

"Yes, it does." Steve had learnt quick enough that lying about his physique was the best way to go. "Not even Thanksgiving? It is one of our better holidays."

[queencherllxyd-deactivated20150]

When the man said his name, his wary gaze turned into a glare. “How do you know my name?” He asked in a menacing tone, slowly pulling out his blade. “Who the hell is Bucky to you?”

[metropoliscaptain]

The glare surprised him. He did a step back and help his hands up in defence, palms facing his friend. "I know your name because we are friends. We have been friends for a very long time, Bucky. Best friends. We wanted to fight against the Germans in WWII. We fought them-- We met later, you didn't remember me back then as well-- but I made you remember. Bucky. Put the blade away."

[the-ragingbanner-deactivated201]

"I think the sentiment has sort of been watered-down for most of our holidays, to be honest with you. But, if you want to go stand in a lines with a mass of loud, rude people - black friday is perfect."

[metropoliscaptain]

"Actually, mr. Banner, I am not a big fan of loud, rude people and standing in line for a long time. It just shows how our holidays have indeed lost their sentiment and that it is all about money and food now instead of the actual thought."

[bcdviibcs]

"Oooooh~~ Captain, how fancy. Jack Napier, pleasure is all mine.”

[metropoliscaptain]

"I was in the military. It is simply a name of rank, it is not 'fancy' in any way. Nice to meet you. Are you planning of joining in any kind of events planned?"

[crisroe-blog]

"No, no— you’re correct but they serve Thanksgiving dinner there and I like to help out whenever I can. It’s open to everyone so you are welcome." Kate bounced lightly before accepting his hand and shaking it firmly. "Captain, like of a ship or military? And please, the pleasure is all mine.”

[metropoliscaptain]

"I will see if I can help out, it would be nice to do something for my fellow citizens. If I can grab a bite there myself as well, that will only be convienent. Captain as in the military, ma'am."

[queencherllxyd-deactivated20150]

“I was informed that Black Friday isn’t dedicated to the Rolling Stones’s ‘Paint it Black.’” Bucky responded, shaking his head in confusion.

[metropoliscaptain]

"I heard so too. It's a nice song, though. I think I'll skip out on the buying, but hang around to see if everything goes well. Hey, James. Bucky. What do you go by now? I didn't think I'd see you here."

[bcdviibcs]

"Mmm, it’s a time when criminals take the chance to take what isn’t theirs. That and it’s a big sale or whatever, I don’t particularly care for it either way."

[metropoliscaptain]

"It's good that you don't care for it either way, I suppose. The name is Captain Steve Rogers, by the way. It's a pleasure."

[crisroe-blog]

"Definitely! It’s pure mayhem, I rarely go, unless my sister wants me to join her of course. Hey, you know they have thanksgiving meals down at the soup kitchen— I know it sounds kind of lame but we have a lot of fun down there, I mean, if you wanna go it’s there. I’m Kate, by the way."

[metropoliscaptain]

"The soup kitchen? Isn't that something for homeless people, or am I incorrect? I don't want to take their food away. I'll see," Steve smiled a bit as he held out his hand to her. "Captain Steve Rogers. A pleasure, ma'am."

[crisroe-blog]

"Black Friday is a nightmare for shopaholics who want to get good deals before Christmas time. But, you are correct about Thanksgiving, it’s refreshing to see such a positive opinion of the holiday."

[metropoliscaptain]

"Oh my. Now I can see why there would be deaths on that day. It seems like chaos. Thanksgiving has been one of my holidays for as long as I can remember it. Even if I will probably use my cellphone to order Chinese food to my house tonight. I completely forgot to go grocery shopping."