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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve Rogers comes through the door, wearing his uniform and with his shield on his back, looking dirty and exhausted. He relaxes when he sees the door brought him to the bar.

He sits at the end of the bar, away from most of the people, and quietly asks for coffee and a couple sandwiches. "And a scotch," he adds after a moment, and takes a sip of that first when his food and drinks appear.

It's ... been a really long day.



[ooc: Steve is now post-the Battle of Sokovia in The Age of Ultron; yay for finally moving up on in canon.]

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[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal's in the corner, sitting with an amasec and a plate of nachos, when he sees the man come in. He looks over at him, and he knows.

Whoever this man is, wherever he's from, he's just come from a battle. A hard one, by the dust on his strange armoured uniform. Sahaal's seen mortals like this before, and some of them don't snap out of it.

He heads over with his food, and sits a couple of stools away.

"Are you alright?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve glances at him, and gives him a small but sincere smile. "Yeah. Lived to fight another day."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal chuckles. "Well, that's always a good outcome."

"If you don't mind me asking, what were you fighting?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't mind ... sentient robots intent on destroying humanity to create a new society made of metal."

Yes, he knows how it sounds.

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"Right." Sahaal's seen, heard and fought stranger, but that's certainly up there.

"I assume you won, then?"

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber's just sitting at the bar, idly sipping a beer, when the dirty and tired looking guy appears and plops down. He eyes the guy subtly, noticing just how worn out the guy appears.

"You okay, dude?" he asks, friendly enough.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at the man, and manages to smile. "Yeah. I'm okay, thanks."

Just hungry and sad. Sandwiches for one. Scotch will do for the other.

[quick_clean_pure]

"Okay," he says, before asking, "Rough day at the office?" He's not trying to pry too deeply, but the guy looks like he either got busted up or had to bust someone else. Or both, who the hell knows.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve huffs. "Today my office was the small country of Sokovia, which was -- well, an overpowered robot tried to use it as a meteor and cause an extinction event. A lot of people died, including a kid on my team.

"So, yeah. Rough day."

[nerves_of_ice]

The news report hadn't had all the details, but it hadn't mattered. Destruction on that kind of scale tells its own story.

He had damn near broken down the door of his rented room tearing it open to Milliways. If Steve -- if he checks in there, it'll be faster than anything else.

But if he isn't -- if he doesn't --

He's already calculating how long it'll take him to get to Sokovia as he bolts into the bar and looks around.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The commotion of Bucky coming through the door causes Steve to look over--and he waves a little. "Bucky."

[nerves_of_ice]

The wave of relief washes over him like a flood, although the only outward sign is the slight release of tension in his frame.

"Steve."

He loses no time in crossing the room to his friend, looking him over carefully.

"What the fuck, Steve?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Just saving the world again, Buck."

[runningred]

"Rogers" Jay nods, looking the man over. He orders Steve another round. "You look like you need it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Jay." He smiles a bit. "Thanks. I do."

[runningred]

"Any one you walk away from, hey?" Jay orders himself a drink.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah," Steve echoes, sounding hollow.

He has a sip, then says, "I lost a member of my team. Just a kid. I don't feel much like celebrating."

[notapilot]

Sam has been spending a frantic three hours trying to get some flight from Seattle to Sokovia with no success. He'd been trying as soon as he saw the initial reports on the news, but all flight to the area were grounded and Hill wasn't answering the number he had for her.

(He'd have tried Fury, but he didn't have a number, and he was certain Natasha was already there. He was still tempted to call her to see if she could set something up for him, but decided she likely had other things to worry about.)

And of course, after three hours, it was over. At least if you believed the news reports. Sam gave into to fate, somewhat, and decided to head to Milliways (maybe there was another way to Steve there.)

Spotting Steve, alive and worse for wear, Sam exhales before heading over.

"You okay?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stands up and wordlessly hugs him.

"Pietro died."

[notapilot]

Sam returns the hug on autopilot, shocked but knowing Steve needs the contact.

"That new kid they were showing in the news? Damn." It's a guess, and the shots on the TV had been sketchy, but his was the only fresh face aside from the woman.

He sighs and shakes his head.

"I tried to get there, but I guess everything's wrapped up? I'm ready now. i can follow you back if you need. Jay has a spare rig here for me..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shakes his head, stepping back to slump onto his stool. "Tony's already dispatched the Stark Foundation. It's just clean-up now.

"I'm not sure what's going to happen next with the team, to be honest."

[wayward_sun]

"What a splendid idea," a sharply dressed, handsome man says as he steps up to the Bar.
"Just the scotch though."

Smiling.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at the man and smiles too, kind of.

"It's an idea, anyway."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer takes his own drink with the practiced ease of someone who probably does it too often.

"It fits the weather. And the mood."
Any mood really.

Then he nods at Steve's get-up.
"Taking a break?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has another drink. "Guess you could say that."