[open] out for all that i can get

[howtocarryit]

Who: Sam Wilson and you!
Where: All around. Seriously he's been cooped up.
When: 7/29
Rating: PG-13. Will adjust if necessary.
Summary: Sam is tooling around on his own now that his leg is healed. Expect a cane and sass.
The Story:

His recovery time was slow, but he didn't mind it so much. He played video games with Clint, watched movies with Steve and Natasha and talked to anyone who came close enough. It wasn't horrible. The amount of people stuffed into this house was actually a benefit to a guy stuck in a walking cast. He could walk now though. With the help of a cane, but he could walk. He healed up with ease. He confined himself to his room when he could just to stay out of the way in case things got too crazy. No one needed to worry about the guy who could barely walk on his own. He didn't want to become a liability to them.

If you find Sam he's most likely wandering around the grounds. Inside and outside. He's just trying to get used to walking fully on his leg again. He makes a visit to the kitchen for food and then goes for a jog outside. He's trying to get full mobility back and that's gonna take some work, but he'll push himself if he has to.

Comments

[killjoyteaboy]

"I'm with the civil service," Ianto replies cheerfully (which is true, just not complete), stacks the grommet and the outer plate, and threads the first bolt through. "VA, that's, er, veterans'... veterans' something, isn't it? Sorry, I'm a bit shaky on American government. -- There are a lot of Americans around here."

[howtocarryit]

"Sounds official." He doesn't ask for details though. If he wanted to give those to Sam then he would have lead with them. He kept it simple and easy though. "Veteran affairs." He smiles and shakes his head. "It's alright. We deal in lots of stuff for veterans. I run a support group there. I was in the Air Force--and then I wasn't. It's a hard transition for a lot of soldiers." It's hard going from non-stop stress and combat looming overhead to being back in the real world. The real world where ten year old's have iPhones and people just don't know what the hell respect is anymore.

[killjoyteaboy]

"Oh, you know," Ianto says, "lots of paperwork," and slid another few bolts into place. "Just hold that there for a moment until I've tightened these, please? -- It sounds like important work, that."

There's sympathy in the glance he flicks Sam's way. "I can imagine the adjustment would be hard." God knew the one battle he'd seen still haunted him at times.

He tightens the top two bolts enough to hold the seals in place, and slides the last one home, tightening them at the bottom before he looks up with a smile.

"And that should do it -- you can let go. Thank you."

[howtocarryit]

"Hey! Paperwork is no joke, man. Never been a fan of it myself. I can't imagine having to actually deal with it on a day by day basis. I salute you for having that kinda patience." He's not really sure if he could have made the transition into a desk job when he got out of the military. It was such a strange job to insert yourself into after combat. He didn't really understand how a lot of men and women were able to do it.

Sam appreciates the sympathy. It's always nice. But it can leave a weird taste in his mouth. He nods at Ianto though. Finally he removes his hands when he says he can. "Anything else? Rather make myself useful than take up space."

[killjoyteaboy]

"It's very relaxing crossing your t's and dotting your i's," Ianto chuckles. Much better than alien invasions, for one thing. Or any other day-to-day crisis. He frowns thoughtfully at the coffeemaker, trying to sort out what parts he will need an extra hand on, since Sam is still offering.

"I'm surprised you're not swamped in it yourself if you work in government," he adds, and holds up a couple of short pipes, one with a concave surface cut on the open end. "Can you hold these at right angles? Right here, near the top. I need to mark the position."

[howtocarryit]

"Not really. Like I said--I ran support groups. Sometimes I had paperwork, but I wasn't buried in it. I mostly ran meetings and listened. Big part of my job was listening." He didn't always know the right thing to say to those people, but that was okay. They understood that Sam was working with them. He was still struggling with his own issues from the war. Getting over everything was going to take some time. He was still just as lost as them.

Sam reaches out to take the pipes and lines them up where Ianto wants them. He bends and tilts his head just a bit to get the right angles he wants. "I understand what you mean by it being relaxing. Repetitive tasks tend to bring that out in people."

[killjoyteaboy]

"Oh, yes. Busywork is underrated." Ianto uncaps a marker and traces along the outside of the pipe. "But listening, that is much more important than it gets credit for --There, that should do. I think I ought to be able to handle the rest."

He flashes a quick smile at Sam. "Stop by for coffee sometime when it's done, won't you?"

[howtocarryit]

Sam steps back completely after he puts the pipe down. He makes his way back to the fridge to open it once more. He scoops the water bottle up from inside of it and then shuts the door to it.

"Oh you can count on it, man. I'm expecting you to make me a fresh cup every morning. Seventh floor. Room twenty-five. I'm an early riser." He smiles wide and backs up out of the kitchen. "Good luck, Ianto."