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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has been running out by the lake--running and punching the air, trying to work off the energy that performing doesn't burn.

(Performing asks so little of him, really. Make a speech. Pose. Fake a punch. Pose some more. Even with the movies, there's a lot more standing around than there is running or fighting.)

It's a satisfied, post-workout Steve that sits on a stool at the Bar and considers his options for the best post-run meal before he goes home again.

(Well, home, relatively speaking. Home is where he's put his steamer trunk.)


[tiny tag: April Ludgate]

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[mightbeawizard]

...There's no way that that is who April thinks it is.

But it could be.

Right?

(April will be somewhere behind Steve, blatantly staring with a cup of coffee in her hand.)

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

You know that twitchy feeling you get when someone is staring at you, like an itch right between your shoulder blades?

Steve has it now.

He glances around, and--ah, yes.

"Hi," he says with a smile. "I know, I'm a little sweaty. I promise I'll move on soon."

[mightbeawizard]

"That won't be necessary."

April takes another sip of coffee.

And maybe doesn't move.

"What's your name?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Steve.

"What's yours?"

[mightbeawizard]

"April."

Andy would die right here on the spot!

"Do you live here? In the bar, or...?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Nope. Just stop in now and again. I'm on the road and this is the cloest thing I have right now to a home base.

"Do you?"

[mightbeawizard]

"I just hide out here when I can't stand my coworkers anymore."

April? Not exactly known for her endurance when it comes to dealing with other people.

Holding up the cup, "Plus the coffee actually tastes real here."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You know, I haven't tried the coffee here yet. That sounds good.

"Coffee and pancakes," he tells the bar. Decadent!

"Pull up a stool, ma'am? No need for you to stand on my account."

[mightbeawizard]

But. But.

Staring.

The commentary about a lack of coffee in this poor soul's life is something to be worked on though, and April claims a seat. "What do you mean you haven't tried the coffee here yet. That's ridiculous."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm not usually here for breakfast."

[mightbeawizard]

"...And?"

April doesn't get it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"...and I usually just have coffee with breakfast. This meal notwithstanding."

[mightbeawizard]

April sighs one of those sighs people usually reserve for that golden retriever puppy in a shop window.

"That's okay. I'll educate you."

[mnt_mike]

Mike comes in from the Lake area in his own post work out haze. We say haze because Mike has been training with X-23 since a few weeks post-Cubefall.

She's killing him slowly.
He can tell.

At any rate he of the white tank-top, khaki cargo shorts, and actual running shoes plops down at an empty spot at Bar not far from Steve.

"Milk shake."

Nothing happens.

"Chocolate milk shake."

Still nothing happens.

"Forbidden. Chocolate. Milk. Shake."

A bottle of Gatorade appears along with a small bowl of almonds.

"Et tu, Maplebaby?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You must be in training," Steve says sympathetically.

[mnt_mike]

Without taking his eyes off the bowl of almonds, Mike's lower lip extends into the most tragic looking pout. He nods slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"At least she didn't give you raw eggs.

"Featherweight boxing?" Steve guesses.

[mnt_mike]

"That was this morning," he says with a sigh, as he picks up and cracks open the bottle of Gatorade.

Featherweight is a good guess, given Mike's...less than tall stature.

"Nah, Ninjitsu." He follows this up with a drink, and then pulls a face. "Ugh, salty Kool-aid."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What's Ninjitsu?" Steve asks, and doesn't mention the bottle doesn't look like any Kool-aid he's ever seen.

[mnt_mike]

"It's the ancient art of the ninja shadow warriors of Japan." The way he sighs his way through this you'd think he was a kid reciting something for the rest of the class.

It's not that he's trying to be rude, it's just that he's exhausted both mentally and physically. Emotionally....well let's just not go there right now.

Mike picks up a couple of almonds and tosses them into the air to catch with his mouth.

It'd be an easy catch were not that also the exact same moment Mike caught the sight of the guy he's talking to.

He freezes, and the almonds bounce off his face and onto the floor.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, like karate?"

Steve bends to pick up the almonds he dropped.

[mnt_mike]

In the time that Steve looking away Mike shakes himself out of his stare. It's not the man near him that caused the stare and the miss, but the fact that the second the almonds were mid-arc Bar said: Steve Rogers through the mental link they share.

Unfair, Bar. Unfair.

"Yeah, it's...like that, and judo and a bunch of other things mixed together. Basically, anything that you'd need to jump out of a shadow, kill a guy, and then just disappear falls under the heading Ninjitsu."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It doesn't seem quite fair," Steve says, putting the almonds on the bar. "The other guy can't even put up a fight."

[mnt_mike]

"Well....that's kind of the point."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Hm," says Steve. "Well. Different worlds, I guess.

"My name's Steve Rogers." He sticks out his hand for a handshake.