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“So I get why I’m here,” Steve started conversationally, only it obviously wasn’t just meant to be conversational. He was looking through a set of binoculars, shield on his back and stealth suit his attire for the mission. He pulled back and looked to his partner, an eyebrow quirked.

Out. LET ME JUST OUT!

Lucas left this city with nothing but frustration. 

Well, frustration and a bunch of heavy DUPs following his trail. He had been there barely a few hours and ..everything went wrong that could have gone wrong. Bumping into the wrong people, causing a MESS, attracting even worse people to the scene. Overall lets say.. he’s had better days.

One might think he should have been used to it until now, knowing how to ‘lay low’ and keep himself out of trouble. But somehow it went south every damn time and he was so tired of running away. And getting shot. Yelled after. Getting called an abomination. And having to deal with stupid, angry people in general. Ugh.. he needed a break from all this.

That’s why he didn’t stop running on light when he reached the edge of the city, he left this darn place with all its DUPs and angry people and horrible weather and cranky citizens. It cost a lot of energy and in the end he felt burned out, tired as hell.

Lucas wasn’t sure if they would follow him that far out into the woods, but at least he might have some time and peace to regenerate. Without a proper light source it would take a lot of time though. Not really the best idea maybe. A minute later it just started to rain as well. Well, fuck my life.

With his jacket held over his head he searched for a suitable tree to stay under - but a few steps deeper into the field he found something better. A wooden house, more like a cabin. Oh yes, please. He could stay there for a while and rest, at least until the rain stopped.

He marched up the stairs unapologetically, upright and authoritative as those around him cleared the way for him to step through Steve Rogers wasn’t a character for which you stayed in the way for, after all, even without knowing everything about him. He was Captain America after all, beloved idol of the people and champion of righteousness. If he had a mission, it was likely a good one, and not one for which anybody might wish to delay him.

At least, on the surface. But anybody who might think about it might realize just how ridiculous a notion that was, how unattainable those sorts of dreams were. Steve had realized a long time ago, which explained his mission now. He’d picked up the file originally with little interested. But his Superior had spoken at length of his legend, and of the personal pertinence of this particular mission.

Tony Stark.

Tony Stark, after all, was the child of one of Steve’s closest historical friends and a confirmed fan of the blond’s alter ego. But he was still young, and he was still quite malleable. Steve was to use the kid’s crush on him to try to get close, get a feel for just how... easily influenced he may be. So he intended to do so, stopping at small crowd and deciding to make a show of it.

"Doctor Zola”

Steve did’t bother knocking as he stepped into the lab - he rarely did for the other man, though whether he meant it as a silent gesture of aggressiveness or if he was just messing with the scientist was just as rarely clear. He leaned against one of the desks, not bothering with any of the papers or equipment there. He crossed his arms as he watched Zola.

      Ｔhe explanation sounded a little far-fetched, so you        raise a hand to interrupt her mid-sentence.

       Ｓlumping down against the damp wall, you cross both arms        behind your head sigh, entirely out of breath.

“ Geez, this is all ＹＯＵＲ  fault. First you call me short, then you run into the sewers to get away from me, ‘n now we’re both ＬＯＳＴ. “

“ Ha! Now that’s more like my sense of style! “