[Arival/Around] Steve was not unfamiliar with the feeling of waking up in a strange place not having his bearings or any sense of place for a while as he acclimates to new sites and sounds.
He eventually finds his way to the dorms, thanks in part to the guidance that the Head provided. He gave himself a headache thinking about a being such as the Head, so he shook his head trying to clear the fog before knocking on the door to his room.
[NAPS]
Steve tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, fussing with the plaid shirt that he wore. Whoever thought up this idea of welcoming people obviously didn't know him that well. He didn't do this kind of thing, ever... Well, that might be a lie, he did kind of have a life after the ice, just not much of one. He hadn't lied to Natasha when he said that wasn't his first kiss since 1945, but dating wasn't a priority. It still isn't, if he's honest, but when in Rome.
He looked up at the person seated across from him, smiling. "So, do you have any hobbies?" He almost audibly groaned because that sounded lame to even his ears. Natasha would be laughing for sure. He relaxed slightly at the thought, however, glancing at his companion again.
"That's what we are supposed to do right?"
[Injection, jection what's your fection]
Steve stood in line to get his shot like the good little soldier he is or was, depending on your point of view he thought. Kind of reminded him of the good ole days, back when waiting for bread, when there was money for bread or Steve wasn't sick. If he could help people then he would be more than happy to wait all day if he had to.
He wished he would have thought to bring a crossword.
Steve Rogers |MCU| OTA
Steve was not unfamiliar with the feeling of waking up in a strange place not having his bearings or any sense of place for a while as he acclimates to new sites and sounds.
He eventually finds his way to the dorms, thanks in part to the guidance that the Head provided. He gave himself a headache thinking about a being such as the Head, so he shook his head trying to clear the fog before knocking on the door to his room.
[NAPS]
Steve tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, fussing with the plaid shirt that he wore. Whoever thought up this idea of welcoming people obviously didn't know him that well. He didn't do this kind of thing, ever... Well, that might be a lie, he did kind of have a life after the ice, just not much of one. He hadn't lied to Natasha when he said that wasn't his first kiss since 1945, but dating wasn't a priority. It still isn't, if he's honest, but when in Rome.
He looked up at the person seated across from him, smiling. "So, do you have any hobbies?" He almost audibly groaned because that sounded lame to even his ears. Natasha would be laughing for sure. He relaxed slightly at the thought, however, glancing at his companion again.
"That's what we are supposed to do right?"
[Injection, jection what's your fection]
Steve stood in line to get his shot like the good little soldier he is or was, depending on your point of view he thought. Kind of reminded him of the good ole days, back when waiting for bread, when there was money for bread or Steve wasn't sick. If he could help people then he would be more than happy to wait all day if he had to.
He wished he would have thought to bring a crossword.