Steve Rogers

"It has been awhile. That keeps happening doesn’t it. It’s nice to see you again though."

"It has been awhile. That keeps happening doesn’t it. It’s nice to see you again though."

"Could have Doc look at that," he said thoughtfully.  "Might be able to give you something for it.  Can’t have you losin’ your focus."

Watching the crowd starting to shift restlessly in one area of the bar Steve kept his eyes on them, glancing at the Welshman for a second. "Maybe I'll have him look at it sometime. Don't like doctors much though, not that I don't trust Doc..." he shrugged slightly unsure how to explain he'd had enough of being poked and prodded. Trust didn't come easily to the man anymore. "I'll get it taken care of, Sir." Forcing himself to remove his hand from the scared flesh he nodded slightly towards the men he'd been looking at previously. "Think somethings going to go down over there?"

He had been sitting in his regular seat, fingering the glass to the point where he had finally gotten it to ring in that high pitched noise most hated; when Steve came over.  “Give it bout another fifteen maybe less…” He replied watching the others there.  “Something will set them off.”

Wincing slightly at the high pitch ring, memories stirring in the back of his mind Steve kept his gaze out at the bar. "Doesn't it always? Guess we'll be on clean up duty here soon, Sir. Should be fun like always," he said with slight sarcasm. One thing was for sure the fights here never seemed to be the same, some more deadly then others. He wondered what variety they'd get to break up tonight. Rubbing the back of his neck the solders palm scraped against a scar running down the far side of his neck,starting just below his jaw, all the way down to his shoulder. 

Now, he was one of the top level enforcers in the Family, someone who spent most of his time in the bar, making sure everyone who was there was supposed to be there.  His fingers tapped the glass in his hand, staring out over the bar.  It was going to be one hell of a long night.

"The tension in here tonight is going to brew trouble," he said as he walked over to the man who was one of the best enforcers for the family, Ianto Jones. "How long till something or someone snaps you think?" 

Then of course, he came back, probably scaring the hell out of Steve. Once it was all over and they were safe once more, they both sat in silence, waiting for the other to say something. Who knew what the man thought of him now…he was a freak, an impossible thing. “Something happened to me, a long time ago. I…I can’t die,” Jack finally sighed. “Every time I do, I just come right back.”

Little did he expect to hear a sudden intake of air from the dead man, a cry escaping the startled Captain. "J-Jack?" he asked looking at the other in shock. Shaking his head he helped the other up so they could make their way back to base and out of dangerous territory. But as soon as they got there he looked at his friend still trying to process what had happened. The other had been dead and now he...wasn't. Jack had lead him to a quiet area, away from everyone else and Steve listened to him intently. "Wow..." he said for lack of anything else as the news sunk in. His friend was immortal. "So every time you die...you just come back? H-how long have you been alive for?"

Ianto smiled a bit, shrugging his shoulders a bit.  ”I do hear it a lot, but you’re in luck, haven’t heard it today.  Should be able to help you more than easily.”  He stood up, tugging a map from a drawer in the desk.  ”Where were you trying to get to?” he asked moving around the desk.

"Well I'm glad not to be the hundredth person that's asked you today," he chuckled. "Things have definitely changed since I've last been on this side of the ocean. But I'd much appreciate your help." Steve stepped a little closer and looked at the map rubbing the back of his head. "I'm supposed to meet my unit at a warehouse near Cardiff Bay."

Ianto looked up from the desk he was seated at.  It was in the front of the Hub, where he would keep people from entering, or allow them access.  He tilted his head at the stranger, ready to send the Hub into lockdown if need be.  ”Can I help you with something?”

Steve had entered the little shop by the bay hesitantly, unsure if it was still in use or not. With no windows the front of the shop gave of the air of little use and normally he would have just moved on but...well he needed a tourist office desperately. Seeing the well dressed young man behind the counter the soldier gave a small smile. "Hello, hope I'm not bothering you. I'm sorry I bet you hear this a lot but I've pulled the typical tourist act and gotten a bit lost." 

Jack turned and smiled at the man who had spoken to him. He was cute, and polite. “You’re in Cardiff. What’s your name, stranger?”

 It’s nice to meet you Steve.”

It's a pleasure to meet you Captain Harkness," he saluted. 

Jack turned and smiled at the man who had spoken to him. He was cute, and polite. “You’re in Cardiff. What’s your name, stranger?”

"Cardiff? Wow I really did get lost this time. I think I was supposed to be somewhere else...things are a bit different then the last time I saw them." Steve shook his head, a nervous laugh escaping him. "Oh, my names Steve. Thanks for the help...um."

They chose a nice quiet bar. Well as quiet as a bar could get anyway. Jack took a chance by sitting in a bit of a secluded corner, not too far removed from the rest of the place, just enough so that they could have a conversation without shouting. Two Captains discussing strategies. He hoped that’s what it would look like anyway. He smiled at Steve. “Can I get you a drink?”

Steve followed Jack into the corner, relived to find they weren't going to have to shout all night sitting here. Most of the men around the bar were from his squadron, enjoying a free night before a long battle ahead. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched his men before turning back to Jack, the smile actually growing. "Um, well thanks, that's mighty kind of ya." 

A light chuckle, followed by lowering his head and smiling lightly, as if he was embarrassed to look into his eyes, but it was not that reason. Jack was glad that the other recognized him and that it was after all Steve Rogers. He gave him a nob and brought his glane up at his old friend “It wasn’t such a bad idea to take that walk, after all” he joked “But how—-?” he was too surprised to finish his own sentance although he was certain that the young man would understand what he wanted to say

"No, I'd say it is a very good thing you took the walk," he chuckled shaking his head slightly. Of all the chances, against all odds they had run into each other in this big city. Steve let out a sigh as the Captain asked how. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around it but after I crashed that plane into the ice... I was preserved I guess you could say. For 70 years I was asleep till someone found the plane and got me out of there." He shuddered slightly running a hand through his hair as the memories of drowning and the freezing cold freezing him. 

But he wasn’t expecting those words. So, he looked like someone he knew. Funny thing. Those were exactly the words he had in mind. Jack chuckled, lowered his face and then lifted back up at the ther. “I was about to say the same thing. But i doubt that you are him. Time would probably be so unkind t him.” he sat net to him. He had to make sure “He, if he’s still alive, will have all white hair ad his skin would be ruined by all these years….”the captain chuckled as he tossed a glance at the American “The war would have left its marks upon him” he finally said with a more serious tone

Looking over at the man wearing the Captain's coat his brow furrowed as the other started to speak. Almost as if he had been in the war as well. "The war? Your too young to know about the war unless..." he paused taking in every detail of the man sitting next to him and comparing them to those from his memories and the sketches he had created. "Jack? Is it really you?" If this man wasn't who he had met back in the war, then he'd think he was crazy. But Steve had to know. 

A nice walk around the bay and maybe the water tower was all that he needed. Jack let the cool light breeze hit his face. His eyes traveled around but his mind wandered in another place and time. But he got all awaken when his sight caught a man; a figure so familiar. He wasn’t sure though. "quite the nice place to relax, isn’t it?" he asked the man with a charming smile without quite noticing his characteristics.

Still lost in his thought the American accent surprised him, snapping him out of his reverie. Looking up his heart stopped as he looked into the impossible face. "Um, yes it really is," Steve replied trying to get over the shock. There was no way this was the same man, though everything was spot on right down to the coat. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him...maybe it was someone related, or a complete stranger but it couldn't be Jack. "Sorry," he apologized as he tried to quit staring, "you look like someone I used to know."