Oh Captain, My Captain

[waypastasking]

WHO: Steve and You
WHAT: Just a guy trying to find his way
WHERE: All over
WHEN: before the uprising
WARNINGS: Steve being Steve

Steve knew change and now he knew how time could be so fleeting, one minute your sitting in a lousy hotel room with all of your friends and the next your telling everyone that will listen that it's alright to move on,

But not for him.

No, Steve has never been the kind of man to let things go or let them lie. He lost... no they lost and he had to find a way to fix it. Steve was certain they had which is why he ended up here, in another strange city, he was thrown for a bit of a loop. He had seen Wanda, so that set his mind to rest but that didn't last long.

Steve spent is time drawing or reading in his room, or out running or walking and finally The Ax hole, working or relaxing.

Comments

[whosthemonsternow]

South is taking a much earned break from guarding the Mayor. It's still too early to drink even for her, the brisk cool air of the morning reminding her of the early mornings in UNSC training. She isn't jogging or anything, she's being lazy today, sitting on a bench in a park, watching the few people noodle around to start their day.

She notices one guy jogging though, mostly because he's passed like five times already and she knows that's probably too fast for a normal person to pass that many times. So she waits until he passes again before doing or saying anything, opting to toss a solid sized stick she found out in his path because that's how you make friends, right?

[waypastasking]

Steve speeds by South once... twice... okay the third time was for show and he is now regretting that decision as he has to hurdle the stick in his path. He slows to a stop.

"Do you need something?"

[whosthemonsternow]

"Not really, just wondering why you're running like a hamster on a wheel. You antsy or something>" She answers and asks, tilting her head slightly.

Honestly, she is curious why he feels the need to do so many laps. And a little bit wanting to just be a pest, find some amusement in an otherwise quiet, early morning hours.