er... hello again

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

There are doors and then there are Doors.

Steve was not looking for a Door. It wasn't even on his mind. But once he steps through it, his breath catches a little and his eyes well up.

He's been gone a long time.


"Bar," he says as he gets onto a stool, "a chocolate egg cream, please."

Coming right up.

[ooc: A quick explainer.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"My war experience, you mean?"

He scrubs his hand through his hair.

"I don't know what you already know... I started out in the USO, selling war bonds and trying to raise morale.

"Then Bucky's unit was captured by HYDRA, you know HYDRA? and I went to find him."

He pauses. After all these years, it still gets him in the gut.

"Found him."

[zerocharliexray]

We've all got sad stories, she'd told Bucky, and her gaze is warm and sympathetic and steady as Steve takes a breath, seems to settle himself.

"Sounds sorta familiar," she says, "but to be honest I think we've both been puttin' a pin in our sad stories. Or the hard ones."

She tips her head and smiles at him, kind as a sunny spring day. "But it sounds to me like findin' each other is somethin' you're both pretty damn good at. Even all these years later! Hell, if one of the Blackhawks swanned up to Gotham, lookin' as young as they did back then, it'd make livin' in the future a whole lot easier to handle."

She pauses for a swallow of her beer, then grins, mischievous. "I sure did hear about the USO. You've got my sympathies, brother; from one show pony to another."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and murmurs, "Thanks.

"How'd you get to the future? Please tell me it was a time machine. Anything else is kind of terrible."

[zerocharliexray]

"Sorry, Captain," she laughs. "I know better than to lie to a superior officer."

Or what amounts to one, anyhow. Bucky's right; she really ought to hold out for a rank of her own even if it's only honorary. She takes a swallow of her beer and thinks back.

"Got caught up in a scuffle between a few powered folk that turned into a kinda... time war, I guess y'could say. One second I was flying in my own place and time, the next I was in the middle of a battle surrounded by dinosaurs and aliens and who knows what."

She shrugs a little. "After that, I spent some time at a place kinda like this, somewhere out in the galaxy, before I wound up where 'n when I am in Gotham."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Wow," Steve says softly. "I've never fought a dinosaur.

"Where is Gotham, again?"

[zerocharliexray]

"Me neither," she says, grinning. "And I'd kinda like to keep it that way."

She takes a sip from her drink. "Jersey, on the waterfront. Though it's more of a stopover for me these days; I got a new charter that send me all over creation."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"A charter plane? Or is that something else?"

[zerocharliexray]

"Well, I have the plane," Zinda tells him. "A brand spankin' new Citation X, with a whole extra helping of after-market enhancements. She's a peach, the Aerie One."

She gestures with her bottle. "The Skipper – the gal who hired me – she chartered us both. It's fine as anything to be back in the air, I gotta tell you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm not sure I know what you mean by chartered," Steve says. "I can pilot a plane, myself, but not professionally, and I haven't since the war."

[zerocharliexray]

"Just means 'hired,' sugar," she tells him.

"I fly the Skipper and her girls wherever they wanna go. They're costumed heroes, you know the type? The Black Canary, that's one; Huntress is the other."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Ah, I see."

He adds, amused, "Yeah, I know the type."

[zerocharliexray]

"Thought you might."

Zinda beams at him. "So, what brings you to our little corner of the multiverse today, sugar? Aside from chocolate egg creams, I mean."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I used to come here frequently, a few years ago,” Steve replies. “Then I broke up with my boyfriend and decided not to come back.

“Today the door opened for me again, so here I am.”

[zerocharliexray]

... holy crow, the boy is fancy?!?

Zinda sighs to herself and makes a mental note, then gives him a bracing sort of smile.

"Well, lemme be the first t'welcome you back. Let me treat you, sugar: next round's on me."

[OOC: I HAD to. Poor Zinda has the WORST luck, canonically speaking.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve would say it's more complicated than that -- Orpheus was a very charismatic man -- but he just says, "Thank you. I appreciate that."


[ooc: Poor Zinda!]

[zerocharliexray]

"Always happy to buy a round for a man in uniform," she grins, "even if he happens to be out of it at the time."

Maybe especially then, depending on how he'd gotten out of it and whether or not she'd been involved. "So, Steve Rogers – you as fond of cuttin' a rug as your buddy Bucky?"

That dance floor is sure looking mighty lonely.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles. "Uh, no. I never really learned to dance."

[zerocharliexray]

"No time like the present," she tells him, all amiable encouragement even as she taps her now-empty drink on the bar top. "Another for me, sis, and if you wouldn't mind, a little somethin' for my friend Steve here."

She doesn't specify; Steve can, if he likes, or the Bar will provide. She's got faith.

Zinda picks up her fresh drink – cold beer in a bottle – and winks at him. "If you ever decide you want to pick it up, I'm a pretty good teacher, if I do say so myself."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Bar provides another egg cream. Steve pretty much only drinks alcohol when it’s a special occasion.

… or he’s really, really sad.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he tells Zinda.