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Jun 21, 2015 14:41:19 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 21, 2015 14:41:19 GMT -7
(I love all the alcohol omg) (Guess the Avengers really turn up huh?)
The blind man smirked as he listened to the situation around him unfolding, and actually chuckled out loud when he heard the man leave. Matt turned to face the Captain, grinning. "Very professional facility," he commented. "Seems like you all take your careers and our lives very seriously." Steve sighed ashamedly, gazing at the door. "I wish," he murmured. He usually felt like the only one with any common sense, or at least the only outspoken one; Natasha usually had some wise words, but she wasn't nearly as outgoing and gregarious as he was. He turned back to face Matt with a more serious look on his face. "So, you're actually Daredevil? How do you--" Matt cut him off. "You realize whoever that was is still outside eavesdropping, right?" He asked, a tone of arrogance in his voice. It was almost hard for him not to hear the other man: his heart was thudding louder and stronger than anyone else he had ever listened to, like he had just finished a marathon, or he was in a fight.
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 21, 2015 15:03:40 GMT -7
"Shit," Bruce swore, not even pretending anymore. He leaned on the doorframe and said, "I figured you'd be more willing to talk without another pair of ears. Not sure how you heard me but whatever. I'll leave, I'll leave," he assured, holding his hands up and turning to leave.
"If it's okay with him-" a nod to Steve- "you could stay, but I for one am not up for yet another explanation, so why don't we do this when one of your scientists isn't drunk beyond all belief and everyone's in the same room," Robo suggested. "That is, if you'll help us, Captain?"
(Bruce isn't drunk or drinking though lol he just said he was)
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 21, 2015 15:43:31 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 21, 2015 15:43:31 GMT -7
Steve nodded at the robot in agreement. "Since you two seem to be telling the truth, I guess this could go to the rest of the group now," he told the pair, and then glanced over at his companion in the doorway to make sure he heard. Turning back to the blind man and Robo, he told them, "I can call a general meeting. That is, if you're up to explaining again for the rest of them." He flashed a lighthearted look at the robot. Matt cleared his throat, and then said quite simply, "That's fine. We won't mind." He a paused. "Anything to help."
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 21, 2015 15:58:40 GMT -7
"Anything to get this mess sorted out, " Robo agreed exasperatedly. He wondered- would the Avengers really be able to help? Was this all a selfish endeavour? He really, really wanted to get home. This universe, if that's what it was, was running him up the wall in frustration. He thanked whatever power there might be that he didn't need to sleep or he might be seriously jetlagged right now, thanks to the switch from morning to night. What time even was it? Why were all these people awake? How long had it been since he'd 'arrived' here? Ugh. Not to mention all these explanations. If he was like any sci-fi robot ever, he would be able to play back conversations and make it feel like he'd only ever explained everything once, but sci-fi robot he was not. Sometimes he wished he was, if only for the fact that it seemed like every AI ever could remember every little detail that occurred around them, but Robo had a fallible memory, much like that of a human. On second thought, considering that half of the movie robots went evil, maybe perfect memory wasn't such a good idea.
...was it selfish to want to get home? Mental note, find out if it would be possible to replay stuff he'd said. Wow, his thoughts could wander. Back to the present.
"I'll call Clint and Natasha," Bruce said, stepping away to pull out his sleek, Stark Industries special nigh-indestructible cell phone. He speed dialled the red haired assassin and waited for her to pick up, making his way down the hall to an elevator as he did so.
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 21, 2015 16:00:15 GMT -7
(oh my god I FREAKED out instead of lowering the keyboard when I hit the back button on my phone it registered twice and went back a page and I was going to hit reply AND IT WENT BACK TO THE HOME PAGE LIKE OMG I FREAKED OUT thankfully oh so thankfully, the save post feature is a thing. I'm so fucking glad jesus)
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 22, 2015 16:17:32 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 22, 2015 16:17:32 GMT -7
Steve watched his companion with a slightly relieved expression, muttering, "Great." As he watched the man expertly punch in words into that newfangled phone, he silently cursed himself for having so much trouble with it. All this technology in this era was far, far beyond his time, and the Captain wasn't having the greatest time adapting to it. Thankfully he didn't rely on technology that much, especially in battle: all he needed was his fists and his shield.
Matt too was 'watching' Bruce as he handled the phone, and he listened to the phone's internal functions. He couldn't even hear any buttons clicking, or anything inside really whirring or moving, so he assumed most of the phone's capabilities were wireless. "Incredible," he remarked, very quietly. As soon as he said that, he jerked upwards, hoping nobody in the room had heard him. But, he realized, his little secret had already been let out; it was just his methods that were still unknown. He wanted to remain as mysterious as possible, though, just for his ego's sake.
The Russian spy was just starting to doze off in the private Avenger lounge as he laid on the couch, absentmindedly watching an episode of Modern Family. As soon as it seemed her eyes were fluttering shut, her phone vibrated rather loudly on the table in front of her, and she jerked awake. Grumbling curses, she reached for her Stark phone, and saw that Bruce was calling her. She slid the button across the screen, and raised the phone to her ear. "Hello?" She asked, irritated. "What do you need, Bruce?"
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 22, 2015 16:36:15 GMT -7
Robo saw the Captain glowering at the doctor's easy use of his phone and moved to stand by him. "At least you can use a phone at all," he remarked, pulling a hand out of his pocket and wiggling his digits at him. "It's funny," he continued conversationally, "how we're both from so long ago, both in the army, both doing action work. Isn't it weird how it feels like it's been a long time and yet no time at all? We might be the same age, actually. What year were you born in?" He asked. The Captain fascinated him so far. What he'd read didn't say anything about what he thought of the modern world. What did he think, Robo wondered, being left out of history? What did it feel like to be around now having missed most of what happened? Robo would never know- he'd never understand the isolation that brought. Silently, he thought about Matt. How lonely did he feel? What was it like being blind, being thought of as inept by the rest of the world? Already he'd met such a ragtag group of people, he thought wryly, so different and so alike in so many ways.
"I can see you're having a lovely day," Bruce mumbled. Sighing, he spoke louder. "Are you and Clint around? We need to call a team meeting. But...don't bother with Tony. He's drunk."
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 22, 2015 16:55:03 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 22, 2015 16:55:03 GMT -7
(Welp, I had to google when Steve was born and I'm not even surprised that he was born on Independence Day) (And I'm watching a documentary about bronies on Neflix and it's very, um, interesting.)
The Captain raised his head from Bruce's phone, and met the gaze of the curious robot. That's right, he had said he served in the army as well, except in a different universe, it seemed. He had been curious, but had briefly forgotten about that, as he wanted to get serious with the two strangers first. Steve grinned broadly at Robo, feeling thankful that he had brought the subject back to his attention. "It is such an interesting feeling," he remarked back, "Well, especially since I've spent the last couple decades frozen. It really feels like nothing happened since I was enlisted, but I couldn't be more wrong." He chuckled at his comment before continuing again. "And I was born in '22. As in 1922," he added for clarity, but as soon as he said it, he almost felt stupid. Of course the robot knew what he meant; they were from the same generation, after all. "How about yourself?"
"I was, until you called," Natasha answered dryly, "But I'm not busy. And I'll see if Clint's around, I haven't seen him all day." She paused, smirking slightly to herself. "And the Tony thing doesn't surprise me at all, actually. And I wouldn't have gone out of my way to call him, anyway. As he said a while ago, he doesn't play well with others." As she was talking, she was putting her shoes back on with her free hand, preparing to go downstairs.
(WAIT are we gonna do the Bruce x Nat thing or nah)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 22, 2015 17:58:21 GMT -7
(getting mixed results here whoa movies say 21 (ca:ws smithsonian) Google says 20 what)
Robo brightened. "1923," he responded, surprised at the number of odd coincidences surrounding them. "Though obviously for me it was activation. Tesla was working on me for years prior to that." He paused to think on that. Was the Captain older than him, because it was 2015 or was he older because he'd lived through the years where Steve had been frozen? Hmm-mmm...
"I know what you mean," he muttered after he hung up. Too many times he'd tried to work with Tony in the labs. Sometimes it went smoothly, and on those days Tony liked to call them Science Bros with how well they worked together. Other days...not so much. It would end with a massive argument, with Tony trying to rile him up, get him angry. Honestly, he'd thought with the intense PTSD Tong had been through maybe he'd give it u, but apparently not. Maybe it was another coping mechanism. Whatever it was, it sure as hell was annoying. He turned to the group in the so called "broom closet interrogation rokm" as it had been dubbed. "Meeting's upstairs," he informed them simply.
(Ugh my keyboard is being so annoying ugh ugh ugh um maybe if you want to? Eh, I'm not big on it but I can see why it happened you know?)
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 22, 2015 18:26:16 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 22, 2015 18:26:16 GMT -7
The Captain grinned, breathing,"Wow." Finally having someone that could relate to the unique experiences he had after so many years of isolation felt amazing to him, almost like being let out of prison. Normal World War Two veterans weren't the easiest to talk to, and there weren't many left. Excited by the knowledge, Steve started to babble. "Ah, um, where did you fight? Were you in D-Day? The Battle of the Bulge?" Actually, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt this excited, and he couldn't wipe the silly little grin off his face. Part of him wasn't a fan of it, though, since he didn't know the robot too well, but he had a bad habit of trusting strangers too much. Hopefully he wasn't kidding about his war experience; it would break his heart. He was saying all this as he held he door open for the people in the 'interrogation room'.
Matt perked his head up when he heard the door click open once more, as he had let himself tune out of the conversation. He didn't mean to; his mind was wandering, and he was thinking about his work, his nightlife, and his current situation. He was the first out of the room, and he stepped through the doorframe as he unfolded his cane again. Giving Steve a curt nod as he passed through, he took a few paces back towards the lobby, and he patiently listened to and smelled his surroundings as he waited for the others to catch up.
(Huh. Weird.) (And whatever you want man!)
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