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The truth is, Steve wanted to charge out into the forest as soon as he found Bucky was gone, but with no strategy and still only a vague idea of who (what) they're dealing with, he went to Jack Green first. He seemed to know a little somethin' about somethin'.

Still, he scowled when Jack advised patience. "Remember the story, Steve. People who have dealt with him believe Samhain--Halloween--is when he's at his weakest. I don't believe we should act before then, and I don't believe Sgt. Barnes will be harmed before then."

Waiting sits ill on Steve's shoulders.

(Sometimes I think, if you didn't have me, there wouldn't be a single person in the world who really understood you...)

Steve isn't in full uniform, but his shield is slung over his back and his firearm is strapped to his hip. His face is contemplative as he nurses a beer and watches the Observation Window.

[ooc: Not exactly plot locked, but Steve is preoccupied. Approach carefully.]

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Olivia's not a big comic book aficionado -- certainly not big enough to link the name "Steve Rogers" to anything other than "Sergeant Barnes' friend" -- but the shield strapped to his back is unmistakable.

That's...unexpected.

And pretty damn bizarre.

(And completely par for the course for Milliways.)

It's his expression, though, that finally pushes her to approach. "Sir?" she asks once she's within speaking range.

He looks up and stands. (It's polite. His mama raised him right.) "Ma'am."

She inclines her head; her smile's a bit weary, but just as polite.

"Hi," she says. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." Offering a hand: "Agent Olivia Dunham -- I think I saw you at the meeting a couple days ago?"

"Captain Steve Rogers," he responds, and hesitantly shakes her hand. (Something men and women didn't do in his day. But he's willing to go with the flow.)

"That's right. I was there."

"Are you doing all right?"

The unspoken questions beneath: has something else happened? Has it gotten worse?

He starts to say something polite and impersonal, then says, "You know my friend Bucky, right? He mentioned meeting an FBI agent. I assume that's you."

A beat.

"Unless he knows another agent," she says, brow slowly furrowing, "it's probably me, yes. Why?"

"He's been taken."

Blunt, yes. But with obvious pain.

"He -- "

Her eyes widen, shoulders going rigid. The shock breaks an instant later; Olivia draws a hand over her head, shoving back her hair as she lets out a low but heartfelt, "Shit. When?"

"Last night, I think."

(Millitime.)

She nods, her hand staying fastened in her hair.

"Has anyone made any changes to the plan? Or additions?"

Steve shakes his head. "Jack says to wait.

"I'm not that good with waiting."

He pauses a moment, then says, "Hey, um, before he--before, he gave me this," as he takes a canister from one of the pockets of his cargo trousers. "Somebody gave this to him. Said it's supposed to neutralize the supernatural, or something. Have you heard of anything like this?"

One government agency has access to the information of another, surely.

She eyes the canister, frowning, and finally lets her hand drop. "I've never used it personally, but he mentioned it to me," she says. "Some kind of, um...goo?"

"Yeah," Steve says with a dry chuckle. "Goo. Guess we won't find anybody with a magic sword they'd let us borrow instead."

The corners of her mouth twitch, in as close as she'll come to mirroring the laugh. "Seems a shame," she says.

Then, Olivia hesitates a beat.

Quieter: "Jack suggested I try to locate the tree, when the time comes. If you want me to take that along..." She holds out a hand.

Steve hands it over. "I hope it works."

"So do I."

Olivia turns the canister over in her hands before meeting Steve's eyes. Firmly, "We're going to end this, Captain. We'll get him back."

Steve nods, just as determined.

You've never let anybody down, Steve.

"I know."

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