Hello Soldier

[alwaysdramatic]

There is a man in the Nexus. Standing tall, he is cut like a champion athlete or a Greek god. The uniform he wears proclaims him to be proudly American - a star emblazoned across his chest - and the shield that hangs on his back should leave no doubt as to who he is. He pores meticulously over one of the brochures, brows furrowed as he reads the strange information it provides. Having finished it, he shakes his head in disbelief before sliding it into a pocket and looking up to pay more attention to his surroundings.

"First a robot tries to take over the world and now this," he mumbles to himself. Passing a hand across his eyes he lets out a quiet sigh before straightening his shoulders and turning to the the Nexus at large. The instructions are to ask a question, and he seems to wrestle for a moment with his thoughts. Captain America has no room for doubt, but Steve Rogers? Well, he could use a fresh viewpoint, and if he's lucky this will all be some strange dream and he'll at least wake up with a little clarity.

"Duty entails sacrifice. That's a pretty cut and dried concept. How do you know if you're sacrificing too much? Is there a too much?"

((And we'll just keep this spoiler free!))

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[brave_heart_verity]

"Well... that's always an option. Coffee is still very popular. You've probably noticed that."

[alwaysdramatic]

"I have. Apparently they're making it out of... pre-digested beans now. Can't say that sounds too appealing though."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Uh... we don't all drink that," she promises. "Or we could get hot chocolate and try to pretend we didn't know about that."

[alwaysdramatic]

"Sounds like a great idea. I'm down for forgetting poop beans." Yes, Captain America just said poop.

[brave_heart_verity]

The idea of his saying anything like that is enough to get her giggling. The fact he actually does...

"Okay. Hot chocolate it is. And then we can talk about some of these pop-culture things you're working on?"

[alwaysdramatic]

He's not really about to use the sort of language that Tony would, and feces just feels too scientific. And gross.

"Sounds like a plan." He holds up his arm, offering it to her politely. "Shall we?"

[brave_heart_verity]

She'll take his arm, although it takes her a moment to figure out quite where her hand goes. It's just not something people do for people like her anymore. "Yes please."

((Good place to end scene? We can handwave that they have a lovely time?))

[alwaysdramatic]

"You'll have to lead. I just stumbled in after all." He shoots her a smile, ready to follow.

((Sounds good to me. (: ))