MCA #9, Saturday Morning
Jul. 11th, 2009 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
screwyoumarvelSteve was, by nature, an early riser. However, on this particular Saturday morning he was awakened a little earlier than usual by a voice softly saying, "Huh."
He sat up sharply, turning with the motion, fully awake, and found a man in fatigues sitting on the floor next to his bed. He didn't seem to be making any threatening moves, so Steve asked, "What are you doing in my room? And where is my shield?"
"It's me," the man said.
"And you would be..."
The man just stared at him. "Well I'm sure not supposed to look like this."
That didn't make any sense, and Steve said so.
The man stared at him, like Steve was missing something obvious, and said, "I know you are smarter than this."
Steve stared back, really looking. Blond, blue-eyed, dressed like a soldier and sitting on Steve's floor, by Steve's bed. Where a certain disc of metal was supposed to rest. Then it clicked, and he sighed and flopped back onto the mattress, covering his face with his hands. "This island. God, this island."
"I have hands," his shield informed him, like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.
"Yes," Steve agreed, and wondered if he could just stay in bed. He uncovered his face and looked over at his shield. "You do."
"Aren't we going to do something about it?"
"What, you want to go hit something?"
"It's what I'm for."
Steve couldn't argue with him on that. But: "If I threw you you wouldn't go very far."
"I'm not particularly aerodynamic at the moment," the shield agreed. Then it--he--brightened and scrambled to his feet. He was of a height with Steve, but leaner. Sleeker, somehow, even in a worn set of combat fatigues that had clearly seen heavy duty. "We could go for a run."
"Yeah," Steve said. "I was going to anyway, before..." he trailed off and waved one hand in the shield's general direction. "Before. Give me a few minutes to get dressed" He might as well. Going about his routine might help him not go insane from thinking about this too hard. Even if he would be running today with his shield beside him instead of a comforting weight on his back. His shield grinned broadly at him.
This was going to take some getting used to.
He sat up sharply, turning with the motion, fully awake, and found a man in fatigues sitting on the floor next to his bed. He didn't seem to be making any threatening moves, so Steve asked, "What are you doing in my room? And where is my shield?"
"And you would be..."
The man just stared at him. "Well I'm sure not supposed to look like this."
That didn't make any sense, and Steve said so.
The man stared at him, like Steve was missing something obvious, and said, "I know you are smarter than this."
Steve stared back, really looking. Blond, blue-eyed, dressed like a soldier and sitting on Steve's floor, by Steve's bed. Where a certain disc of metal was supposed to rest. Then it clicked, and he sighed and flopped back onto the mattress, covering his face with his hands. "This island. God, this island."
"I have hands," his shield informed him, like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.
"Yes," Steve agreed, and wondered if he could just stay in bed. He uncovered his face and looked over at his shield. "You do."
"Aren't we going to do something about it?"
"What, you want to go hit something?"
"It's what I'm for."
Steve couldn't argue with him on that. But: "If I threw you you wouldn't go very far."
"I'm not particularly aerodynamic at the moment," the shield agreed. Then it--he--brightened and scrambled to his feet. He was of a height with Steve, but leaner. Sleeker, somehow, even in a worn set of combat fatigues that had clearly seen heavy duty. "We could go for a run."
"Yeah," Steve said. "I was going to anyway, before..." he trailed off and waved one hand in the shield's general direction. "Before. Give me a few minutes to get dressed" He might as well. Going about his routine might help him not go insane from thinking about this too hard. Even if he would be running today with his shield beside him instead of a comforting weight on his back. His shield grinned broadly at him.
This was going to take some getting used to.
