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?"

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[alwaysdramatic]

"Haven't had much practice with that."

He grins back good-naturedly.

"I know the feeling. When I first woke up, lotta things took getting used to. Sitting on cushioned chairs, not being alert at every loud noise. Worn the uniform so long it's hard to remember a time I was without it."

[onemorebounty]

*That description brings her up short. She places a hand on his shoulder, and looks seriously, sternly into his eyes.*

See. A. Therapist. They will help you, in a way you need help.

[alwaysdramatic]

He raises a brow at her. That's the first time someone's brought that up since he's been thawed. Fury seemed plenty eager to get him back into the field without all that.

"Can't see how it'd hurt. Though I feel fine."

[onemorebounty]

*Her gaze is unwavering, unblinking, uncompromising.*

No. You don't. You only think you do, because you've gotten used to the sound of your own brain screaming. Now promise me: when you get home, job one is finding a therapist who specializes in soldiers coming home.

[alwaysdramatic]

He blinks, a little taken aback by the intensity.

"Fair enough. First thing. I'm sure Tony'd know at least a few."

[onemorebounty]

*After a long moment of those hard eyes, she relaxes, lets go of his shoulder, and smiles. She'll even give his arm a pat.*

Good. That's good.