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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve may have gotten into a short-lived brawl earlier, but it's taken care of, now.

He sits at the bar for a post-workout drink--something like a banana milkshake?--and up comes a package, addressed to him.

So it's a very contented Steve, with milkshake, leafing through comic books at the bar and grinning over how some things are universal.

Especially superheroes.

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[ostro_goth]

Teja comes up to the bar, to order tea.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve happens to glance up, and nods hello. He's a friendly guy, after all.

[ostro_goth]

"Good afternoon," Teja says, politely, sneaking a look at what the man is reading.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds up the comic so it can easily be seen. "Grognak the Barbarian. This fella's research is astounding."

[ostro_goth]

"Barbarian of what kind?" Teja asks: - having been the king of a barbarian people.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shrugs, frowning at the comic. "A generic one, I think. From the landscape it's probably meant to be Siberia."

[awesome_lilly]

[OOC: can't tag in now alas but you should know that Steve definitely qualifies for a tequila shot from Lilly should you be so inclined as to have him receive it!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[ooc: *cracks up* Yes, ma'am!]

[spiralmovements]

Milliways is still very new indeed, to the monk in orange-and-yellow robes that just entered.

But after being here with his brother (who always makes things an adventure) Milliways feels just a little calmer, and Tenzin ventures to the bar to ask for jasmine tea.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The bright colors catch Steve's eye, and he smiles at the sight. it's not every day you see someone in robes in 1942.

"Excuse me," he says to the man, "was that jasmine tea you ordered? Like the flower?"

[spiralmovements]

"Yes?" Tenzin responds, kind of astonished anyone here would actually approach him, even after his first experience here.

"Is that...inappropriate?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No! Of course not. You have anything you want," says Steve at his most disarming. "I just didn't know you could make tea from flowers. I don't drink much tea.

"Steve Rogers," he adds, holding out his hand. "1942, Earth."

[spiralmovements]

"My uncle calls tea hot leaf juice; you'd be surprised what you can make it out of if you are unfamiliar with the art."

Tenzin eyes the hand for a second. So many new things.

But he meets Steve's hand with his own and smiles. "Tenzin, of Republic City."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tenzin.

"Hot leaf juice is what it smells like to me," he confesses.

[hecu_marine]

It's been a long damn day at the Greenbrier and Shephard is a little unclear on when exactly he last slept. Naps don't count. Right now all he wants is to get through a door when no one's looking and come to- oh, hell, the dog followed him.

Well, he says it's a dog. Other people would probably say it looks like Satan's own Christmas ham, judging by its shape and electric blue stripes and the way its entire front end is basically covered in eyes.

So, yeah, man in his early twenties in Marine Corps fatigues, with the rank markings of a sergeant-major on one sleeve and a black glove that runs all the way up to his right elbow, and with the weirdest dog in the world at his heel, heading up to the Bar for a drink nearby.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods in greeting. "Sergeant."

[hecu_marine]

He doesn't normally get greeted that way here, so he turns to respond appropriately-

Oh. Oh wow. Yeah, he knows this guy. Or at least, he met him.

"Sir. Good to see you again."



(OOC: Shephard's known both a version of Steve from the 1602 continuity and the earlier movieverse version that was in the Bar. Also the Bar inflicted the USO costume on him for Halloween one year.)

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[ooc: Steve's been rebooted so he won't remember that.]

"Hello, but I don't think we've met."

[hecu_marine]

[OOC: That's what I figured. No worries.]

Shephard blinks, and then blinks again, and then drags a hand over his face. "Aw heck," he mutters, "I hate it when that happens. Sorry 'bout that, sir, you look mighty like a general I met here some time back."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No problem," says Steve easily. "I'm just a captain, though."

[psyched_you_out]

Don't look now, Steve, but there might be a (not really) psychic trying to read over your shoulder.

(... what, he wasn't allowed to read comics when he was little. It's a thing.)

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"If you want to borrow one I have plenty," says Steve, not looking up, but looking amused anyway.

[psyched_you_out]

"Oh, thanks."

He looks a little embarrassed at being caught out, but only a little. This is so not the worst thing he's been caught doing. (It's not even the worst thing he's been caught doing in public, but that's a whole other story...)

"Gus won't let me read his anymore. He says I'm too messy."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"They're gifts," cautions Steve before he hands over the top book on the stack. "So no spilling, please."

[psyched_you_out]

"No problem."

He'll be on his best behavior. The last time he touched Gus's comics, he'd made him wear gloves. (Which he still feels was a touch excessive.)

"Which one's your favorite?"