A captain, a falcon, and a musician walk into a bar...

[golden_lyre]

[OOM, etc: Steve and Sam find themselves in a bit of a firefight that gets interrupted by Milliways, then continues with the addition of one not-actually-soldier.]


The HYDRA agent has been secured, and Orpheus wants nothing more than to take Steve home and see to him personally, have a little talk about dangerous situations and how Steve gets into them time and time again.

Instead, they get Milliways.

Steve, Sam, and Orpheus are all a little worse for the wear. For Orpheus' part, he's feeling the strain of throwing so much anger into his music. His face is streaked with dirt and a little blood. His guitar is slung across his back, and he shuffles into the bar, glancing first to Steve, then to Sam.

"I suppose a drink wouldn't be a bad idea."




[ooc: Tag one or all, just specify when you do. :)]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is still tense as a spring about to uncoil as he puts the shield in its harness on his back. He gives a short nod and stalks to the bar.

[notapilot]

As always, Sam's right behind him. Scorched, singed, dirt and blood stained, with a few minor scraps and cuts. Personally, he's relieved to find Bar, hoping Steve can get some of that stress out.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is all too aware of Steve's condition, just as he's all too aware that he's the only one who wasn't physically involved in a battle just now. War has changed so much since he was a boy, but he remembers that bone-deep ache.

He drops heavily onto a stool at the bar and says, "Something strong and clear, please."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

That gets a tiny bit of a smile from Steve, who hasn't taken a stool yet.

"If you want to get me drunk you'll need to try harder."

[notapilot]

"You guys mind if we get a round in before I tell you to go find a room?"

Snark can be just as good for breaking tension.

[golden_lyre]

"I might need more than one," Orpheus answers, his eyes staying on Steve, looking him over, checking for any sign of injury.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve huffs at Sam. He says to Orpheus, "Sweetheart, I'm fine."

[notapilot]

Seeing Orpheus' worried look, Sam wonders if a quick exam might not be a bad idea. Seeing Steve's reaction though, he decides to shelve it.

"Rule number one of post combat drinking, watch out for your buddy Steve. Injuries can seem smaller than they really are. Of course, I think I'm the only one who got a scratch."

For Sam

[runningred]

Jay spots Sam and asks the bar for a towel and a bottle of water, sending them over to where Sam is standing. "You, alright mate?"

Re: For Sam

[notapilot]

Sam turns and upon seeing Jay, nods a good bye to Orpheus and Steve before nodding his head a little ways down from the pair.

"Jay," he says once they move down. "Good timing, I have a field test for you. And yes, I'm alright, though the field test could have been a lot less test, you know what I mean?"

Re: For Sam

[runningred]

"The work now or I'm screwed sort of field test?" He asks, judging from the state of them.

Re: For Sam

[notapilot]

Sam takes a hit off his bottle of beer.

"I knew you were a smart guy. Suit worked perfectly. Better even. The wings saved me from some shrapnel and still kept on going."

"I was planning on writing out a report with some suggestions. I know the Air Force always liked reports from me as well as all their technical data."

Re: For Sam

[runningred]

"Do you want a copy of the specs for the modifications I did? There are a few choice details you might what to leave out... my name mostly." He shrugs, they might be from different worlds but it doesn't hurt to keep names off official paperwork.

"Do you want me to take a look at the damage before you go back out?"

Re: For Sam

[notapilot]

"Oh no, I'm not working with the Air Force or anyone official. I meant more as intel for you. Back when I was training and testing the first suit, the lab guys had computers and tech collecting data but always wanted to get the pilot's input as well."

"I just assumed you'd be interested in the same."

"Wouldn't mind a copy of the specs, though. In case I get stuck on my side of the door and need repairs done."

Re: For Sam

[runningred]

"Oh, got ya." Jay nods, "For sure - it's your kit so it needs to run right for you. Any feedback you could give would be great. That way I can customise it better."

He nods and whistles. One of the drones floats over to him. "Jeckle, can you download all the specs and test data for the Falcon wings onto a USB for me, please?" The drone hums an affirmative and zips away.

Re: For Sam

[notapilot]

"You making more of these?" He doesn't think he's seen this one.

[OOC: I think Sam met the first three. If not, I'll edit.]

[thewidewideworld]

There's a blonde by the fire, practising on a flute. He stops when the men come in, his breath catching at the sight of their state. He recognises Steve, a man who spoke kindly to him but doesn't approach just now. They seem too.. upset just yet.

He softens his playing, not wanting to disturb them but asked a passing rat to offer them wine from him.

{ooc: anyone who wants to acknowledge him or none if they don't want to talk.}

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

On their own, Steve looks at Orpheus, a fond look in his eyes.

"Got some dirt on you," he says quietly and dips the corner of a paper napkin into his glass of water.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus catches Steve's wrist, but he doesn't pull Steve's hand away. "You too," he says, leaving his fingers curled loosely around Steve's wrist.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"There's a shower in my future."

He dabs at Orpheus's face.

"So. I terrify you, huh?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," Orpheus says, soft and sincere. "You do."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You've known who I am since the day we met," Steve answers.

[golden_lyre]

"I have. That doesn't mean it doesn't terrify me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"But why 'terrify'?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus closes his eyes and leans into Steve's hand. "Because you're reckless with yourself."