Closed RP W/ dont-ask-about-the-angel
It’s been a long. ass. day, and Steve was needless to say, exhausted, but the team thought it’d be a good idea to go out, which explains why he is in a bar nursing a beer, listening to the others talk, and watching the crowd around them. He excuses himself, with an order for someone to get him another beer, and goes to the bathroom. He’s used to seeing strange things, after all ,it’s New York City, and about three in the morning, what he isnt used to however, is walking into a bathroom, and seeing a mirror image of himself, from the mirror? hes not sure how to word the situation, but his jaw drops anyway as he stares and locks dark green eyes with the other man, hes smaller than Steve is, but not by much. “Well... This sure is interesting...” he states plainly, still keeping his eyes locked onto the others.
