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eswareinmal2012-02-07 08:44 pm
like_a_gerbil) wrote in eswareinmal2012-02-07 08:44 pm
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Day 8 - Introduction [Open Log]
Characters: Steve Rogers
Open? Open
Where: A road that Steve hopes will lead to civilization
When: Morning on Day 8
What: Steve tries to find out where exactly he woke up this time.
Warnings: None that I can think of
Steve was beginning to wonder if waking up in strange places was becoming a habit for him. Though not as disorientating as waking up to find out that almost seventy years had passed since he was last conscious, finding himself in a meadow instead of his Brooklyn apartment with no memory of how he’d gotten there had still been unnerving.
As soon as he’d accepted that initial shock, he’d started searching for some sign of civilization, eventually finding his way to a dirt road and picking a direction at random that he hoped would lead to somewhere where he could find out what was going.
Maybe he should have taken a less conspicuous route, but if his kidnappers wanted to hurt him, they would have done so already. They wouldn’t have given him a battered set of ragtag armor or the white horse that calmly followed behind him. And they wouldn’t have let him keep his shield.
So he kept to the dusty track, wondering what he’d woke up to this time.
Open? Open
Where: A road that Steve hopes will lead to civilization
When: Morning on Day 8
What: Steve tries to find out where exactly he woke up this time.
Warnings: None that I can think of
Steve was beginning to wonder if waking up in strange places was becoming a habit for him. Though not as disorientating as waking up to find out that almost seventy years had passed since he was last conscious, finding himself in a meadow instead of his Brooklyn apartment with no memory of how he’d gotten there had still been unnerving.
As soon as he’d accepted that initial shock, he’d started searching for some sign of civilization, eventually finding his way to a dirt road and picking a direction at random that he hoped would lead to somewhere where he could find out what was going.
Maybe he should have taken a less conspicuous route, but if his kidnappers wanted to hurt him, they would have done so already. They wouldn’t have given him a battered set of ragtag armor or the white horse that calmly followed behind him. And they wouldn’t have let him keep his shield.
So he kept to the dusty track, wondering what he’d woke up to this time.
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Eventually, maybe he'd figure it out, but for now he mentally shrugged it off. A detail to worry over later.
Catching Tony's eye, he had to grin when he noticed the smirk. The teasing was welcome after weeks of people treating him like he was fragile. "I could use something fun to read after all the stuff SHIELD keeps giving me." He paused, surprised that if Tony wanted to keep his reading habits a secret, he'd offer Steve those books. "I won't tell anyone that you gave them to me."