revivalproject | Steve Rogers

WHO: Steve and You?
WHERE: Agrii ship in the water area
WHAT: A pool party!!
WHEN: Around debates time
WARNINGS: Not sure, will edit!

Steve has been trying to get in touch with the Agrii for days now without any luck. So far it's mostly just been hanging out by the water. And a few of them can really hold their breath a long time, it seems. They seem uneasy if he swims too far, so he sticks by the shallower bit of the pool for now.

If nothing else, the lush greenery is a nice change of scenery, and some days there's all this bountiful delicious food, such that he hasn't had better since before arriving here.

So, one day, after fruitlessly searching around by himself and not finding any better leads, he invites a few fellow He-Rows over for what appears to be a pool party. It's open to anyone who happens to make it through the thick botany, and he's definitely trying to encourage the younger Agrii to come play with them. Food and drink are just from the mess hall, and the games are simple ones like a hand-drawn deck of cards, and sitting on each other's shoulders trying to knock off your opponent.

If anyone wants to play that game with him, he'd definitely make a better root than pusher - don't worry, he'll be sure to keep his balance, so long as your character wants to keep playing.

Partway through he gets tasked with going back to get more ice or snacks or something, so feel free to bump into him then or in his yellow speedo (that he most definitely did not pick out himself) and towel, gathering supplies. You'll definitely score an invitation if you ask.

Then, when the 'party' starts winding down, Steve's maybe a little disappointed in not having made much progress, though he's sure a few of the younger Agrii might be coming around to them, so it's not entirely a fruitless endeavor. But he's gotten his hands on a piece of paper and graphite, and he might even ask your character to stand still for a second, as they look really nice under this foliage, and it'll just take a few minutes, if they don't mind.

[ OoC: Feel free to respond to any of the things Steve is doing or throw up your own toplevel so other people can tag you at the 'party'! ]

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Knowing how much he would hate being asked, and also an expert in the deflection tactics to watch for when he was, Tony had to carefully form, "So, this thing of yours, the 'genetic predisposition', that's your..." He twirled a finger in the air, circling the point he was trying to make, then darting around it to flank instead, "My old man was never really satisfied with anything I did, not the inventions or the grades or the trophies. That's kind of my way of keeping him around, the disappointment."

"Mm," Eddie nodded, turning a cigarette in his fingers and looking back up with a snort.

"You're like a genius, rock star, super hero. What the hell else was he expected?" His lips quirked in appreciation though, that shared understanding.. Eddie at least was a disappointment on paper.

It wasn't an easy expectation to articulate, not when that wasn't exactly where Tony had meant to lead them, and had to work his way around that deflection he knew was coming. He had never been smart enough, quick enough, strong enough, but most importantly hard enough. With one eye winked shut, he eventually tied that together neatly with, "You ever tell yours that you're gay?"

"Shit no," Eddie laughed, and there was that look of understanding again. "...I think my uncle might've guessed? We didn't really talk about it though."

He forgot the game, fiddling with his pot. "So, shitty dads. Great taste in music. Weird connections to Steves. We have a weird amount in common, huh?"

"You forgot fantastic asses," Tony encouraged. If Eddie was going to see himself in Tony, he could at least pick the good qualities. Quickly, though, Tony was defending, "What's weird--I don't have a weird Steve thing. Steve is a common name. Ask anyone, they know at least a couple Steves."

"Having or liking, 'cause you're alone in one of those, Man," he said with a grin. And hey, great taste in music was a good quality, thank you.

"You talk about him like he makes the sun shine," he says plainly, "Not like...in a romantic way or whatever, just...guy seems like a rockstar in your eyes."

It sounded like Eddie needed some encouragement in vanity, or delusion, or both, and was lucky he was with the local expert, except Tony's mouth quickly clicked shut and he had to glance away to shrug off what he may or may not have said about Steve. He talked about everyone that way, didn't he? Even then, he had to say, "I mean, listen, have you met him? He's perfect. You don't know anyone more kind, or graceful, or sure of himself, who personally punched Hitler in the jaw."

Nah, he had plenty of vanity, just a very not impressive ass. It was fine.

"I haven't really, but I saw him from a distance. I get it," Eddie agreed with a laugh, "He's like...if you need an example of the perfect man for a textbook or something. And yeah, I don't know anyone who has personally punched Hilter, that's a pretty good claim to fame. Hard to beat. Makes me a little confused about your world again."

"Hitler's not still alive or anything," Tony assured him, "the Invaders took care of that." How exactly Steve survived since then, looking so factory fresh, was still something of a medical mystery, so it was harder to explain. "Everyone thought Cap had died back then, too, during the war. My old man was obsessed with recovering the body, spent my whole childhood at the ends of the Earth looking for it, but never even found the plane he went down in. When Cap was still just this old World War II hero, just a guy in newsreels and posters, he was already this ideal for me, this...So, the day we found him, he had been frozen the whole time, suspended animation, and he just sprung up like no time at all had passed, and there he was, looking me in the eye. Best day of my life."

"The invaders...is that like...America, or- a specific group of people? Did they kill him in your world instead him offing himself?" Maybe he was a little too invested in this weird alternate history.

"Sounds like how most people would handle the second coming or whatever," Eddie noted with a small smirk, but yeah, he could definitely see how cool something like that would be. "So dude's like...super old then?"

Picking apart the details, where they diverged and what Tony didn't have to explain, was starting to feel unwieldy, and he had barely struggled through, "A team, yeah--..." with his brow furrowed, trying to imagine what he'd have to believe in as a kid without them, and then he was already trying to figure out how a guy like Hitler got away without the whole world bearing down on him. He looked at Eddie like this was his fault, then started twirling a finger in the air with a searching look up at the dome of light to admit, "I'm trying to figure out how it is you even won that one now, waiting them out was not really an option for us."

Steve was a much more forgiving topic, and Tony gladly said, "God, yes, absolutely ancient, it's like talking to your grandfather sometimes. So, listen, I don't have a weird Steve thing, he's just, you know--your Steve thing is weird."

"I think the nukes probably helped. Mm, but that was...after Germany surrendered," Eddie pondered, trying to remember history class, "I dunno exactly, I just know he shot himself in the end." The one take away he'd apparently held onto.

"Heh- you're good dude, chill. If we had a walking war hero who wasn't a nut job I'm sure we'd be just as obsessed. And my Steve thing gets me laid."

"Who said mine doesn't?" Tony asked with an electric smirk, clearly leveraging that relationship in a very different way than Eddie's. Knowing the living legend himself had all manner of benefits, which Tony had to turn on Eddie with a raised eyebrow, head tilted and a little self-conscious again despite the suggestion to 'chill'. He had plenty to say about Steve, and they weren't even dating. "That's all?" he encouraged.

That prompted a surprised grin, and Eddie had to give a nod of acknowledgement. He could see how that could be a hell of wingman.

"...and I love him and junk. Whatever," he muttered with a put on shyness, grin growing.

Steve Rogers | OTA

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