Wednesday Morning, 33 Apocalypse Avenue
Jul. 2nd, 2008 02:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
screwyoumarvelSteve was cleaning his space when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID: Bucky.
He opened the conversation with, "You gave Bernie my phone number?"
"I thought you'd like to know!"
"She thought I was dead!"
"Yeah, and she punches really hard, too." A pause. "Those two sentences are connected."
"I figured that out, yes. How's your face?"
"It'll heal. Your ex-girlfriend is crazy, by the way, and secured, but more on that later. We have an extraction plan. It's kind of a crappy extraction plan and everybody's going to think you're a Skrull for at least a month, but it'll serve. So you need to be ready to leave on Friday."
That gave him the better part of two days to get everything in order. "I can manage that. What exactly is the plan?"
"We're going to sneak you into Arlington and you're going to wander up to someone acting confused."
"..."
"Don't."
"You're right, that is a really bad plan."
"And yet it will work."
"Wait. Is Friday the fourth there, too?"
"It is," Bucky confirmed.
It would work. Steve wasn't a big fan of exploiting symbols, largely because he kind of was one. But for the same reason, he understood how they worked. If Captain America returned to the land of the living on Independence Day in Arlington National Cemetery, no one was going to look at it too closely.
"Did you say something about Skrulls?"
"We're having a little bit of a Skrull situation. I think. I'm mostly worrying about Red Skull and your girl. The Skrulls are Stark's problem." He hesitated. "Look, seriously. Come home. I am drowning here."
Now Steve knew he had to go, if only to evaluate the veracity of that statement for himself. He seriously doubted it, though. Bucky could handle himself. "Friday."
"Friday afternoon. Someone will meet you at the causeway, since it's apparently still there even though your island is in Africa." Steve didn't correct him. He'd only laugh. "I can't guarantee it will be me."
"Don't send Bernie. Bernie will hit me."
"Welcome to the club." Click.
It took a minute for it to hit him. He was leaving the day after tomorrow. He was going home. It was time to put Steve Rogers away and be Captain America again. The long vacation was almost over.
As his first step in putting his affairs in Fandom in order, he went upstairs to bake Deadpool a cake.
((Open to anyone who might have cause to be in 33 Apocalypse's kitchen.))
He opened the conversation with, "You gave Bernie my phone number?"
"I thought you'd like to know!"
"She thought I was dead!"
"Yeah, and she punches really hard, too." A pause. "Those two sentences are connected."
"I figured that out, yes. How's your face?"
"It'll heal. Your ex-girlfriend is crazy, by the way, and secured, but more on that later. We have an extraction plan. It's kind of a crappy extraction plan and everybody's going to think you're a Skrull for at least a month, but it'll serve. So you need to be ready to leave on Friday."
That gave him the better part of two days to get everything in order. "I can manage that. What exactly is the plan?"
"We're going to sneak you into Arlington and you're going to wander up to someone acting confused."
"..."
"Don't."
"You're right, that is a really bad plan."
"And yet it will work."
"Wait. Is Friday the fourth there, too?"
"It is," Bucky confirmed.
It would work. Steve wasn't a big fan of exploiting symbols, largely because he kind of was one. But for the same reason, he understood how they worked. If Captain America returned to the land of the living on Independence Day in Arlington National Cemetery, no one was going to look at it too closely.
"Did you say something about Skrulls?"
"We're having a little bit of a Skrull situation. I think. I'm mostly worrying about Red Skull and your girl. The Skrulls are Stark's problem." He hesitated. "Look, seriously. Come home. I am drowning here."
Now Steve knew he had to go, if only to evaluate the veracity of that statement for himself. He seriously doubted it, though. Bucky could handle himself. "Friday."
"Friday afternoon. Someone will meet you at the causeway, since it's apparently still there even though your island is in Africa." Steve didn't correct him. He'd only laugh. "I can't guarantee it will be me."
"Don't send Bernie. Bernie will hit me."
"Welcome to the club." Click.
It took a minute for it to hit him. He was leaving the day after tomorrow. He was going home. It was time to put Steve Rogers away and be Captain America again. The long vacation was almost over.
As his first step in putting his affairs in Fandom in order, he went upstairs to bake Deadpool a cake.
((Open to anyone who might have cause to be in 33 Apocalypse's kitchen.))
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Date: 2008-07-03 02:58 am (UTC)Looked.
But there was something off about it.
Tony grabbed the bowl, dipping a finger in to try it. "...vanilla?"
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Date: 2008-07-03 03:06 am (UTC)On the one hand, a whole new world had just opened up. On the other, technology scary.
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Date: 2008-07-03 03:09 am (UTC)"I had Pepper look for something," Tony said, trying more of the frosting.
To make sure it was good enough for this Deadpool person. Really.
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Date: 2008-07-03 07:32 pm (UTC)Steve figured he could always make another batch if Tony ate it all.
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Date: 2008-07-03 07:38 pm (UTC)