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Steve Rogers / Captain America ([personal profile] assembles) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-04-22 07:11 pm

i was left to my own devices

Who: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff
Where: The clinic.
When: 4/22
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Steve's decided to discharge himself from the clinic, which is when a certain someone finds him.
The Story:
As far Steve's concerned, he's done his time here in the clinic. He'd even forced himself not to get up out of bed the moment he woke from a sleep that felt too long (and these days, anything more than five hours tends to count as "too long" for him), taking some time to recover and speak with the doctor on duty. A nice British woman named Martha. The second British woman he's met here, in fact. Steve's starting to wonder if he's out of place here.

Supposedly, all of them are, if he's going to believe what everyone's told him. This is all bizarre enough that he doesn't have many other options. Steve's done the whole waking up in a foreign place where he knows no one thing before, and he's not too thrilled to be going through it again.

He needs to find out what happened to the others. Sam, Natasha, Fury...

And Bucky.

Not that he's going to find anything out here, and while he's been told again and again that escape isn't impossible, he's never been one to lay down and accept something for what it is.

Martha had given him a helpful pamphlet that answered a good chunk of his questions, and he'd also spent some time in bed learning in the ins and outs of his new Wonderland-prescribed phone. The hardest thing to wrap his head around so far is that people are from a variety of different worlds. The Chitauri had been one thing, but this is edging toward too much to swallow.

What Steve needs to do now is get a better lay of the land, and since he's decided he's well enough to walk, he takes a moment when all of the doctors are otherwise occupied to get up out of bed. He's sore all over and his face won't stop stinging, but he can stand on his own and that's what counts.

[ Warning: Spoilers for Captain America: The Winter Soldier under the cut! ]
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-23 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha's had the benefit of a night's rest - although it wasn't exactly peaceful, being in an unfamiliar place as she was. Still, she'd managed to nab a few hours before the sun was up again and she delved into exploring her new surroundings. She'd started at the bottom, scouring through the rooms on the first floor and mapping the layout in her head as she went. She'd learned some the evening before, the people she'd encountered having been openly helpful, but she preferred to see for herself, put her own picture together of the space she was now contained to. The kitchen was different than the one she'd woken up in. That had been disconcerting, but she'd been warned about that too.

She'd been wandering up one of the halls that held the bedrooms, like the floor she'd stayed on last night. The doors that were propped open caught her attention and she peeked in as many of them as she could. She made a mental note of the Library, as that was the most useful thing she'd found so far.

Of course, that was until she stumbled across what appeared to be a small clinic with none other than Steve Rogers standing unsteadily by one of the beds, his back to her. She blinks, almost certain she's imagining things but no, he's still there and there's no mistaking him for someone else. She indulges in a crooked grin, relieved to see him despite the predicament they're in.

"I leave you alone for a day and you end up right back in medical. You really need to work on that, Rogers."
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-23 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not until he turns that she sees how badly he's injured and she reaches out instinctively when he takes an unsteady step towards her, a wince of pain on his face. It takes that long to recognize the injuries as well, familiar in their locations and a puzzled look flickers across her face.

"What the hell, Steve, this is from...?" She trails off, her hand warm and firm on his arm, just in case. Although if Captain America starts toppling over, she's not sure what good she's going to be. Still, there's discrepancies here she doesn't understand, because she's seen him healed from these same wounds, unless something had been done to return them.

"I thought knight in shining armor was your job description. If you're relying on me for that, we're in serious trouble." The quip comes easily, light and wry, because it's always easier to deflect the direness of a situation with a bit of humor, at least for her.
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-23 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
It's more force of habit than anything - keeping Clint in medical when he gets badly hurt sometimes requires everything short of sitting on him and cuffing him to the bed and the task usually falls to her because he always finds a way to charm, coerce or threaten his way past anyone else assigned the task. Steve seems to being doing well enough keeping himself upright so she takes a step back when he moves past her, heading for the door. No one's there to stop him or offer protest, so she follows, falling into step at his side with an easy grace.

"Out of medical or out of here?" she asks, waving a hand to indicate Wonderland as a whole. She doesn't know how long he's been here or what he knows yet so it's a valid question. "Because from what I hear, that may be more problematic than our last mission."
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-24 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She lets him take the lead, content enough to follow for the time being, mostly because she'd explored the majority of this floor already and he looked like he needed to. Besides, she was more interested in covertly studying him, drinking in details with a keen eye and no, she hadn't been imagining the placement of those injuries and perhaps some of those conversations she'd had last night were already paying off in explaining the strange and impossible. He wasn't moving as smoothly as he usually did, which spoke to the amount of discomfort he was in, but she didn't press the issue. He didn't look on the brink of toppling over on her and she knew all too well the frustration of being handicapped when there was work to be done.

Still, when he led her into a room and turned to her with that, she took her time in answering, delaying a moment so she could choose the words she wanted. Besides, she could rarely resist the opportunity to tease him and he was so good at giving her opportunities.

"What, no getting physical this time? And here I was getting so fond of your interrogation techniques, Captain," she quips, coy smile playing at the corner of her lips as she shoots him a knowing look.
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-24 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," she answers vaguely, starting to prowl the edges of the room, checking the windows, scoping out her surroundings out of habit and purposeful intent. Half her attention is on him, watching him try out the closet and that's going to always be a little surreal, the ability to wish something into existence here by sheer force of will. She can admit to having playing with it far longer than she otherwise would have this morning before heading out. But who wouldn't?

As it was, she had her typical supplies on her underneath her casual clothes and that was a reassurance in itself as she circled back towards him, amused at what he'd pulled out of the closet to replace his hospital gown.

"I will answer," she continued, glancing up at him curiously. "But I need you to answer something for me first. Humor me, there's a reason, I promise. What's the last thing you remember before waking up here?"
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-24 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
She exhales, the sound audible, tucking her hands in the back pockets of her jeans as she rocks back on her heels a moment, trying to figure out how to explain this.

"That's what I was afraid of. For me? That was days ago. You were found, dragged into a hospital, patched up. We had an aftermath to deal with and let me tell you what, you made a mess, Rogers. A necessary one, but a mess all the same. The suits are all in a tizzy, trying to figure out what to do now, but it's not like they don't panic easily anyway. They'll get over it. Eventually."

She nodded towards his face, where the stitches are still visible. "When you and I parted ways, those were gone. Such a hardship, super soldier healing. I'm jealous. My shoulder's still not a hundred percent."
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-25 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
She leans back against the wall and watches his reaction to her news, anticipating that, but his reactions always interest her, always prompt her to try and learn a little more. He's a puzzle and she's always careful how she phrases anything with him, because how he answers is just as important to her as what he answers, whether she knows the answer already or not.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answers, waving a hand dismissively, smile twitching across her lips at his concern. "Fury's on his way to Europe. Everyone still thinks he's dead and he thinks it best to keep it that way for the the time being. He's pretty convinced there are still Hydra cells out there and he's going to hunt for them. Sam's fine too, he didn't get all that banged up, especially compared to you. The two of you were thick as thieves when I saw you."

It had been what gave her enough reassurance to head out on her own, after all. She still hadn't felt entirely confident about handing that file over, certain he would not like what he found, but that was his call, not hers. She owed him that much at the very least.

She hadn't missed that he'd purposefully not asked about him yet either. She smiles, rueful, and volunteers the information anyway.

"They didn't find Bucky among the wreckage. They looked. Thoroughly. But I knew they wouldn't find him there. He's too good at surviving, at vanishing. He won't be found until he wants to be. You were going to go looking anyway."
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-25 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He had missed a lot, hadn't he? At the reminder, her lips curved downward in a frown for a moment, returning to serious business without the witty commentary.

"He's dead. Fury shot him," she answered simply, showing no sign of distress over that, not going into details about the tense encounter either. She stuck to the important bits. "So's the World Security Council. Still debating if that's good or bad, personally, but at least Pierce is out of the picture. We accomplished what we went in for. All of Hydra's secrets we had access to are out there now. SHIELD's too. We made a really big mess for a lot of people but at least we're not covering for Hydra anymore. I suppose that should count for something, right?" Her lips quirk, a faint attempt at dry humor as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-25 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you have an idea of how to get work done from here, I'd love to hear it," she returns, chuckling as she shakes her head, still casually lounging against the wall. "Also considering we just sent our employers the most definitive resignation in history and they were the ones to find most of the work that needs doing? I'm not so sure that's going to be as easy as you make it sound. You get points for unfailing optimism, however."

Her humor fades though and she averts her gaze, arms still crossed in front of her, the pose looking more defensive than comfortable for the briefest of moments. "I didn't do it for you. I did it because it needed to be done. And we made the world vulnerable in a way its never been before. Not for a long time. I'm not sure you should be thanking me just yet." He didn't know the half of what she'd put out there, after all.

When he motions to her, her lips quirk and she arches an eyebrow, looking for a moment as if she's going to make this difficult for him, but she bites back the retort on the tip of her tongue and obligingly turns her back to him. "Before you do that, you might want to cover the mirror with something. Apparently those are used to spy on us. Magic voodoo and all that."

And every room she'd been in so far seemed to come already equipped with one. It was starting to give her the creeps.
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-26 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Her smirk is directed at the wall, since she's still turned away from him, but it's audible enough in her voice if he's listening. "What makes you think I have one?"

It's a delaying tactic at best, but if his last memory is the helicarriers crashing then he hasn't seen the aftermath. Hasn't seen the media circus, the agencies clamoring for answers, for justice. Hasn't seen the treasure trove of secrets unleashed across the internet, now being mined for every minute detail.

Of course she has a plan. She enjoys living too much not to have half a dozen in place at any given time. And there were a worrisome amount of people looking for her right now.

"I blew my covers," she answers finally, staring across the room, listening to him change. "My aliases. Everything. The secrets are all out." Or at least the ones SHIELD had on record. "I was headed off to make some new ones."
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-28 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"There already has been," she drawls, her voice dry. "A lot of suits throwing around blame, talk of imprisonment. They're always looking for a scapegoat. Someone to take the fall. Don't worry, I can handle the backlash. And if not, I fully expect assembling and a jail break, Rogers. Prison food is abhorrent, I hear."

It's easy to keep her reply light, to brush off any real concern, and it's not like this is the first time she's had to dodge accusations like that, she has her own emergency contingencies in place, should things ever get that dire.

She flicks a glance over her shoulder, figuring he's had plenty of time to dress and yes, he's dropping his shirt into place, so she timed it right anyway. She meets his gaze, her own serious. "I did it because it needed to be done. Don't worry, Cap, I'm not over here wallowing in regrets. It's not the first time I've had to start from scratch."
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-29 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
She goes still for a moment when he meets her gaze, pausing in a way that's at odds with her typical smooth behavior and light disregard for anything dipping too deeply into serious topics. She can't quite brush that off so easily as everything else, not when that means something. Because when he says it, she can believe it. As much as she believes anything from anyone, at least. And that surprises her almost as much as his words do.

"Careful, Rogers." She tries for light, she really does, but it's not the flawless execution she typically manages. She tucks her hair behind her ear, a subtle distraction, giving her a moment to wrangle her composure. "That could be a taller order than you're prepared for. But I appreciate the backup. Really."

And she did. It was new and strange, the understanding that he would actually have her back if she needed it. It made her a little uncomfortable, to be honest, not sure what she was supposed to do with this. She'd always had Clint, of course - the number of times they'd bailed each other out of trouble is something she'd lost track of long ago but she could also admit that he was just as likely to be neck-deep in trouble with her. And Fury she'd trusted but only to a point and she'd always been aware of that point, knowing that he would do all he could until it served the grater good to turn a blind eye. He was ruthless and he got the job done and that was why she respected him and followed his orders, but she knew it was foolish to ever trust him wholeheartedly.

Steve Rogers, though. He was something else. And just when she thought she'd started to figure him out, he'd go and say something like that and surprise her all over again.

Pushing that aside for the moment, she turned her focus instead to his question and the topic at hand, preferring to focus on that rather than the strange knot in her stomach. "It's a hell of a detour. I've made it through most of the first floor so far. I got here late yesterday, saw the kitchens, got the typical welcome speech, found a room upstairs. I've been mapping out what I could as I go."
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[personal profile] widows_kiss 2014-04-29 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
She lets him change the topic, nodding as she turns fully now and moves to fall into step with him as he heads for the door. Hearing his plan has her giving him a skeptical look behind his back.

"That's a lot of ground to cover. And from what I've picked up, the floors above us that hold the living quarters for the residents here? They stretch on for quite a long while. Possibly infinitely and no don't ask me how, I don't know any more about magic than you do. I gathered what mentions I could of places other than bedrooms that exist upstairs - not a lot, but there's a diner, an art gallery, a bar... Everything else seems to be on the first floor, or close to it. Or outside, which I haven't gotten to yet. Besides, are you sure a hiking adventure is wise right now?"

Because you're still not moving very well, Cap, don't think she hasn't noticed that.

"Your shield arrived with you then?" That was helpful. "You're ahead of me, then. Showed up in my normal clothes, no tac suit, no weapons. I'm going to have to start bartering with my closet, see what I can come up with."

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