#plotted thing

    Steve does not want to be here. Correction, he is not proud to be here. Rhodes got him an interview in a garage. He needs a job, he’s not stupid, he knows he needs it. And yes, he does have money sent by the Army every month but it’s not enough, it’s barely anything. They gave him medals & a pension but they left him damaged, broken and nothing can ever fix that. But he tries not to be bitter, it’s not a good look on him. Plus, it has no purpose whatsoever. So he swallowed this bitter pill ( or tried to, at least ) before looking for a job. And everybody is kind, they all want to help Captain Rogers ( war hero, veteran ) but then, he has sick days, he can’t do much of anything with his bad leg, with his bad hip and soon, he becomes a nuisance. He’s not mad though, he was paid to do a job, he didn’t do it, he was fired. It’s how business works. Alas, he still needs a job.

    Rhodes is a good man, an excellent soldier & a friend ( or at least, the friend of a friend ). He knows Tony Stark ( a mecanic apparently though the name is the same as the one stamped on the army's weapons ) and this one has agreed to meet him. Steve has no hope of getting the job. He will come to explain his physical condition, his incapacity to be totally reliable & the man will kindly tell him that this will not be possible. After all, what good can he be in a garage ? Still, Rhodes arranged everything and it would be extremely rude to not go, to waste this opportunity. That’s why he’s walking in the center of New York, white shirt and blue jeans on, trying to find his way toward the garage. He knows that he has already come to this part of town but, at the same time, he feels lost, like everything has been moved around. He sighs, relief flooding him as the garage finally appears. 

      Music blared gently across the wide space that was the mechanic shop and his head bopped softly, hands shifting clients’ cards. Shop was old and the administrative system of it was quite the same ( each client had a card with his informations on it and infos about his car or bike ). It was basically the first thing he did when he arrived: on the right side were the cards to be put back in the drawer, on the left side were the clients that needed to be dealt with. Tongue went to wet pink lips as his index went to scratch the side of his head: a client who hadn’t paid, someone who was to be called back, someone who had asked to be called back.. Steve wasn’t fond of his job, he preferred action to this methodical work but it helped calm his mind down, it helped to structure his life. He COULD admit that. 

      A soft bark was being heard, head jerking up more out of habit than out of surprise. Blue hues skipped, trying the find the source of the noise but nothing he saw was out of the ordinary. Hand pushing on his desk, he helped himself up ( it always was always difficult to move after being in the same position for a certain amount of time ) and a closed lips, big smile spread on his lips. There was a dog, black and white, slender, a happy looking dog just at the entry of the garage. Limping toward it, he gently extended a hand. The dog didn’t move, watching him carefully and as he crouched down ( with difficulty, with so much pain in his hip and knee and ankle ), his pink tongue licked his fingers, causing Steve to smile. “Hey you,” he muttered, hand now coming to caress the dog’s back. He always liked animals but dogs were his favorite, the ones he felt the most at ease with. 

      His fingers caught in the collar of the dog, “Eilonwy, that your name, huh ?” he asked, fingers still gently caressing the dog as he took note of the number written. Hand still resting on the dog, he turned and caught the eyes of one of his colleagues. “Pass me my phone, would you ?” he asked gently. Phone now in hand, he shot a quick text ( hello, have your dog at the mechanic shop. Name is Steve ). He missed Dog, should have had brought him to work today, Eilonwy could have had a new friend. Pain shot through his back, making him grit his teeth: his goddamn hip and leg were going to kill him. Jaw tightened, he managed to straighten his position, to GET UP.