apocalypsehowcomm | Log: A (dusty) new arrival

Who: Steve Rogers and OTA (including roomies in apartment B4)
When: March 14th-ish, upon arrival
Where: ADI and ADI housing
Summary: Steve arrives at ADI, bangs around in an air duct and collects lots of dust, then gets briefed and takes a look around, ultimately making it to his new living quarters
Warnings: None yet, will update/warn in threads if needed.

Arrival via air duct
Steve Rogers is not a complete stranger to suddenly finding himself in places he hadn't expected to be.

But it's always unsettling, and this time maybe even more so than any others. He'd been in Asgard one minute, and the next — Well. It's a good thing he doesn't have asthma anymore. Because wherever he is, it's dark, cramped, and full of dust.

He also feels… kind of like shit. Weak. Disoriented. Actually, a lot like the old asthma attacks, just with (fortunately) less gasping and choking. Okay, some minor gasping and choking. It's really dusty in here.

Where he'd normally just consider breaking through the damn side of the duct — because yeah, okay, this is an air duct, he's pretty sure — he both feels unsteady enough not to try and unsure enough of where he is that he… probably shouldn't? Not until he knows more. Which has him crawling forward, Mjolnir's strap looped around one wrist, until he spots a vent up ahead. Plan A, then: Kick it in and get the hell out of here. And hope for the best.

(Hope he fits through the vent, in the first place.)

Looking around, settling in
Steve Rogers is also not unaccustomed to the idea of preventing the apocalypse. What he is unaccustomed to is the idea that using any of the abilities the serum grants him requires terrorizing and murdering people. That's just —

Well. He's lived more of his life without superhuman abilities than not. He'll just… not use them, for now.

It is frustrating. He was in the middle of mission. It was, you know, kind of important. But he's still got the soul stone tucked safely away, even if his quantum suit seems to have disappeared (collapsed into the watch, he has to assume, but he can't reactivate it), and if he's needed here, then he supposes he can afford the pit stop. Technically, he's got all the time in the world. Right?

So, he decides to take a look around ADI, still in his dusty Captain America uniform as he walks the halls and pokes his head into offices, the gym, the canteen, and the library. He maybe pokes around for something to eat in the canteen (he's... very hungry) and then stops to study the local maps and directories in the library, committing them to memory.

He finally makes it to the apartments. By the time he shows up at the right door — B4 — he's at least wearing jeans and a hoodie, although his hair is a still bit dusty and there's still that hefty warhammer in one hand. He figures he might as well knock instead of just walking in. It might be his place, now, but it seems like a little politeness is the safer option when meeting potentially apocalypse-averting teammates.

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If there was one thing either of them were good at, it was carrying guilt. Peter tries to not think about what could have been in regards to Thanos. That never leads anywhere good.

"Yeah." Peter agrees with a slight sigh, rubbing the back of his neck a little anxiously. "That's fair, we don't really know what's going on yet." The lack of information on how they could go, or if this was a good place was definitely alarming. "I at least know I want to help."

Steve nods, smiling a little at that. "I think that's never the wrong way to approach things," he admits. "I want to do the same. But I'm not sure where help is needed the most yet."

He pauses, but figures hey, he might as well offer: "There are a few people here that I trust. That I already know. I can try to keep you in the loop, based on what they tell me."

"Right now its kind of... an adjustment period until something actually happens?" Peter offers back with an uncertain shrug.

"That's a good thing. I mean- uh, someone I know is here, so it's marginally less freaky." Peter knows he can't lie about knowing Mr. Stark. This place isn't that big, so that would backfire immediately. "Keywords, marginally less."

He's kind of already put himself into an incredibly awkward situation by not starting with who he is, but its too late now.

That does get a twitch of Steve's lips up into a smile. Right. Marginally less - that's a bit how he feels, too.

"It does help to have someone you know," he agrees, honestly. He's... still not entirely sure he doesn't know this person, but that could mean anything, really. Especially if they're from the same place.

Which means, actually, "You can count me as someone you know, too," he offers. "If that helps. Since it sounds like we've got some, ah - you know. Shared history." Not that he can offer much perspective just yet, but maybe it'll help, figuring it out together.

"Oh- uh thank you." The offer shouldn't surprise Peter. What he did know about Captain America was a little mixed. Cheesy high school PSA's and the vague times they've met during some kind of fight.

"I'm Peter by the way. I kinda- already know who you are, sir." He shrugs a little bit back. "It's nice to know you didn't disappear to the moon or anything. There are a bunch of rumors about that.

Steve's smile is a little rueful, as he says, "It's nice to meet you, Peter, despite the circumstances."

Yeah, he'd figured the kid must have recognized him by now. But that's fine.

He can't help the way his eyebrows rise at the mention of, "The Moon?" Huh. "I mean - I guess I wouldn't turn down a trip to the Moon," he admits. "But that's not where I went. No."

It's - complicated, honestly. Really, really complicated, for so many reasons.

He glances around. "I guess for now, it's Gloucester. For both of us."

"Like, no one knows where you went, so everyone assumes some kind of moon base? I really don't get it." Peter says easily enough with a shake of his head.

He has a vague idea of where Steve had went, but it was just another one of those Avengers related things that got shuffled to the side in his life. "I'm gonna assume its Avengers stuff." He offers an easy out so Steve doesn't have to explain. Maybe safe both of them a headache.

Peter nods a little, "Yeah, looks like it." He rubs the back of his neck thoughtfully, frowning now. "Actually figuring out what we're doing is gonna be a harder part to everything, I think."

"It does seem like a weird jump to make," Steve admits with the ghost of a helpless laugh. He has to wonder if someone hadn't encouraged that - but no. Stark is gone. It makes his guts twist up all over again, just thinking it, and it's easier to move on and say, "Yeah. Avengers stuff is right. Solo mission."

Which is true enough, but also vague enough not to betray the stone that feels like it's practically burning a hole in his pocket.

"I think you're right," he agrees, with a quiet sigh. "All I know is, there's no way we have the full picture - and I don't think it's just because you and I are new arrivals. There's a lot going on here. It feels like layers on layers, and... those kinds of situations usually mean there's something pretty ugly at the center of it."

Which, yeah - apocalypse sounds pretty ugly. But even with the aforementioned people he trusts... he just doesn't like it. "I think we should be careful," he says - and yes. He does hear himself, saying those actual words. He is aware that it is hypocritical, but most people who know only the Cap persona don't, so he doesn't worry about it for now. "Maybe check in with each other every once in a while. Like the buddy system."

"I kinda assumed, since I don't think you'd want to go to the moon. I don't think the Avengers have money or time for like a moon base or something." Peter answers with a shrug, trying to keep things casual. Even if an Avengers moon base would be cool, he doesn't think that exists.

"I'm gonna hope it isn't- we're causing the end of the world or something being at the center of it." It's a thought that hits Peter and he can't stop himself from voicing it.

The seriousness of the conversation is derailed a little as Peter snorts somewhat, the teenager loosening up a bit. "Sir, um, no offense, Mr. Captain America, but you sound like you're doing one of those PSA's."

An Avengers moon base would be cool, Steve cannot deny that. Even if he supposes he's not in a position to enjoy something like that anymore. He's... not even sure if he really counts as an Avenger anymore, given what he'd been planning to do. Even if it is a little moot right now.

Besides, Steve agrees with the sentiment that he very much hopes they aren't causing the problem by trying to be the solution, but then Peter mentions the PSAs and oh God. Those stupid PSAs.

He probably shouldn't cringe or groan out loud in front of a young, impressionable teenager.

Instead, he lets out a little bark of laughter that could, if one is listening closely, be categorized as embarrassed. "Yeah, those were - those were something," he finally decides, because sometimes there just are no words. Not that he'd like to use with a kid who doesn't know him, anyway. Not that he'd really like to use with someone who does know him, either. Those damn PSAs had been a thing. That had been a time. He'd rather not think about that time ever again, only it's hard not to, with Bucky here, experiencing something very much the same.

Not Bucky, though. Winter. He wants to be called Winter.

"Cheesy PSAs aside," he says, scrubbing a hand through his hair, trying to make it look like just a casual gesture, "I do mean it. We should stay in touch. Not because I'm trying to supervise you," he adds. "But because if something happens to someone, it's better to know about it sooner rather than later."

Log: A (dusty) new arrival

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