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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve Rogers enters the bar with new issues of the Captain America comics, along with his usual sketchbook. He hasn't read them yet, and he only reads them because kids who come to the USO show will ask about them, without fail.

Steve sits at the bar, braces himself for what's inside, and opens the first book.



...Bucky is not going to be happy when he finds out he was recast as the plucky sidekick.


[tiny tag: Eric Northman]

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[sees_them_too]

"Hello, Steve."

Luna's uniform is fairly bedraggled this evening--the result of four hours scrubbing out cauldrons by hand.

Her bandaged hands and forearms are also a result of this evening's detention. Her sleeves are rolled up, and from the elbows down, Luna looks rather like a mummy.

But right now she looks more interested in whatever's caused the look that's currently on Steve's face.

"You don't look happy. Is the book not good?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's not bad," Steve says--and then looks up and sees Luna.

"Oh, my God--Luna! What happened?" He closes the comic and puts it away in his satchel. "Are you okay?"

[sees_them_too]

"It's just some boils."

Okay. A lot of boils.

"I got a detention at school today," she adds, as if that explains it all.

"Was that a Muggle comic book you were reading?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Honey, I went to Catholic school and they never punished us with boils." Even if the nuns had wanted to, it was beyond even their power.

"Um, yeah," he says about the comic book. "It's about me--about Captain America."

More importantly, "Can't you talk to someone at your school about this? This can't be right."

[sees_them_too]

"I don't know much about Catholic schools, but I don't think they and witchcraft would mix well."

But that's really just her impression.

"I could," Luna says. "But I don't think it would do more than make the other teachers--the good ones--feel bad. It's Professor Umbridge, you see. She has Ministry backing, and the other teachers really can't do anything about her."

Even Professor Dumbledore has been keeping his distance, though Luna has no doubt that he is watching.

At the comment about the comic book, though, Luna brightens.

"There's a book about you? How lovely!"

[themysciran_diana]

Diana, who has seen more comic books with her face in them than some can count, half-turns from her seat on a nearby barstool and, perhaps not shockingly, smiles.

"Is that research, or just a hobby?"

It might take a few moments for her power to read the fire in men's heart to kick in.

Them's the breaks.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Bemusement bordering on dismay," says Steve and looks up to smile hello.

...fire in men's hearts?

Steve is Pure Pureness. If that helps any.

[themysciran_diana]

"Should I ask why, or is it a subject best left un -- "

Here we go.






" -- touched? I'm sorry, you look -- Steve, wasn't it?"

Athena's gift -- and Hestia's -- work well together.

Eventually.

[ooc: I can change this tag if it ought to go another way! *easy*]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[ooc: Nope, that'll work.]

"Diana, isn't it?

"Yeah, it's Steve. I, um, joined the Army."

[themysciran_diana]

"Diana, yes."

Her smile widens, though she still looks a little like she's catching up with the times.

"It seems to have served you well," she says warmly, though there's a faint hint of caution in her eyes. "Provided you're pleased with the changes."

[golden_lyre]

It's likely that many people have told Orpheus, over the course of his life, that it's rude to read over people's shoulders.

He hasn't taken this to heart.

So he's reading over Steve's shoulder when he says, "Gods, is that you in tights?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve drops the book onto the bar and drops his face onto the book.

"Yes," he groans, "I'm wearing tights."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus will do his best to carefully extract the comic from under Steve's face.

Stories are meant to be shared!

"When were you going to tell me about this?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"The day after never," says Steve to the bar.

He lets Orpheus take the book anyway.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins as he takes a seat next to Steve and flips through the book. "Why on earth not?"

[onceaviking]

Eric steps up to the Bar next to him and orders a glass of blood.
He might be emphasizing the last word just a little bit.

He fully intends to relocate once he gets it. Eventually. after all, he does have to be at the Bar to order from it.

He isn't touching Steve. But he really is standing close.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve glances up from the book and frowns.

[onceaviking]

The glass appears and he takes a long sip before putting it down again.

Hands free, he takes out the small not-quite pencil, he's carrying in his pocket (lead wrapped in wool) and asks Bar for a piece of paper. Looking like a man who needs to note down a few things before he forgets them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rolls his eyes and keeps reading.

[onceaviking]

"Am I bothering you?" Eric asks in a low voice, without looking at Steve.

He writes down another data on the paper. His hand-writing is surprisingly need considering the size of his hands. It is also very careful. He learned writing late in life.Or death, as it were.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is by the bar, drinking coffee and watching some sports on the TV screen that's hanging over the bar.

He takes a brief, discreet look at the comic books, though. They seem rather colourful and crude to him. But Urquhart knows even less than nothing about comic books, as it is.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles to himself a lot--not that they're particularly funny, "comics" really is a misleading name--as he reads.

It's all so...absurd.

[scots_wolf]

As Urquhart is trying to watch sports, he does see something in that comic from the corner of his eye that seems anatomically impossible, so he does turn his head to look again.

Yes, nobody possible could move like that.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve glances up--it's hard not to notice when someone is reading over your shoulder--and smiles. "Hello."

[scots_wolf]

The man reading over Steve's shoulder looks at him, apologetically. "Sorry," he says. "I couldn't help but wonder what that is."