entrancelogs | [Open] Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints

Who: Steve Rogers and YOU
Where: Starting on the beach and then around the mansion
When: Saturday 10/20
Rating: PG13?
Summary: Steve is back from home, slightly beat up and looking a little worse for the wear
The Story:

[ One minute he's fighting in Wakanda, over run by Thanos' army, literally. He's on his back on the ground and he's got at least five on top of him that he's struggling to shrug off. The next thing he knows the weight is off him and thats the Bifrost and lightening raining down on the plains of Wakanda. Thor is alive, and thats the biggest relief Steve has felt in two days.

He doesn't even have time for that to sink in before he's blinking and he's definitely not in Wakanda anymore. He's on a beach, sitting on the sand just out of the reach of the water laping at the shore. It all comes back in an instant. Wonderland. He lets out a frustrated noise as he lifts himself up. It had to pull him back right then? In the middle of everything? Right when everything is hanging in the balance? When he doesn't have answers for the questions he knows he'll face.

He sighs and making his way back up to the mansion, theres nothing he can do about it now. But he could use a shower, and a change of clothes. And then there's some people he needs to talk to. He looks like he's been through a war, and he'll probably turn some heads as he heads up to the ninth floor. It might take him a little longer than anticipated. ]

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[ Its not until Sunday that Steve realizes what the date is, and what date he missed the day before. Of all the people he's met in Wonderland Claire is one of his favorites. They both know what its like to be suddenly thrown around in time- though she went backwards while he went forwards, its still something no one else really understands. They also both know what its like to be a hundred. Which is why he feels bad that he missed her the day before.

So he shows up Sunday with a box of shortbread cookies in hand hoping she's in her room when he knocks. ]

[ It's a moment before the door opens, and when it does, when she sees Steve, she immediately hugs him. He's become a good friend in a short amount of time, and she'd known when he didn't reply to her message about Jamie that he wasn't in Wonderland.

Still, she steps out instead of inviting him in. ]

Are you all right?

[ She looks at him, noting the ways he's changed, trying to see any signs that he isn't. ]

[ Steve returns the hug, squeezing her tightly, but briefly before stepping back. ]

I'm alright, can't say this place chose a good time to pull me back but, not much I can do about it here.

[ He holds out the box of cookies. ] Happy Birthday, a day late. I'm sorry I missed it. How are you doing?

[ She's touched that he even remembered and she laughs softly, taking the cookies from him. ]

You return from everything at home and remember my birthday? I have to say, I'm touched. Thank you, Steve.

[ At his question, she takes a breath and lets it out a sort of half-smile on her face because this is a good thing, but an odd thing. ]

I'm all right. Nothing's changed, really, concerning...

[ Her murder and he murderer. ]

...well, you know. But in the meantime, my husband is...he's here. Badly injured which is why we're talking out here, but. He's here.

[ He smiles a little sheepishly, and blushes slightly at her gratitude. ] You're welcome. Its not much but I wanted to acknowledge it. Welcome to one hundred.

[ She's one of two people he can say that to. He's glad nothing has changed, if only because that means she's been safe while he was gone, he would have felt terrible if something had happened when he wasn't there to help her.

He's not expecting her to say her husband is back, but if he's surprised he doesn't show it. Just concern that he's hurt. ]

How badly? Do you two need anything?

[ One hundred. She laughs just a little and smiles. ]

At least we're not the oldest here.

[ At least three people she knows has them beat. ]

Still, that's not a bad club if you and I head it.

[ She gestures for him to walk with her, needing to stretch her legs anyway. ]

His femoral artery was knicked in battle. Not enough to make him die quickly. He was bleeding out, slowly dying, and he arrived on the bedroom floor. I've fixed the wound and he's recovering well. But he's stubborn and in a bit of pain. He's out now, the miracle of modern medicine and painkillers. And...

[ She pauses clearing her throat. ]

He's from twenty years in my past.

[ He falls into step beside her, wincing slightly as she describes his wound. He remembers what it’s like to be laid up and sick- he never was a very good patient. ]

Being confines to bed is never easy.

[ Twenty years from her past? That’s, well that must be a shock for both of them. ]

So before you went back to the future, or when you were still with him in the past?

The last thing he remembers well is saying goodbye to me.

[ Claire lets out a soft breath. ]

Then the fighting began, and then he woke up here. Which means he still has to go through so much when - if - he leaves. I'm not sure how to prepare him for it, if I can. And then there's the matter of telling him what happened to me.

[ She knows Steve will understand what she's speaking of - not anything that happened to her back home, but in Wonderland. ]

Can we really prepare? We don’t remember anything when we leave. [ Whcih is what he hates the most, there was so much he could have done when he went back if he had just remembered.

The other part is harder. ]

In my experience keeping things a secret never work out the way you want them to. Even if you think you’re protecting a person. [ He learned that the very hard way, and he lost a friend in the process. ]

True enough.

[ She goes quiet for a moment, then shakes her head. ]

The last things I want to happen is for him to find out during or because of an event. He's going to want to do something about it, Steve. I'm not sure I could keep him from it.

I know that feeling. [ He’s wanted to do something about it since she told him, but he had refrained out of respect to Peggy. Peggy has asked him to let her investigate before they did anything. ]

Do you want to?

[ Claire wets her lips and glances over at him, her answer immediate in her own head even as she tries not to sound as dark about it as she feels. ]

We've both done necessary things to save one another. Whether our physical selves or our souls.

[ She pauses before adding her true answer. ]

I wouldn't stop him.

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