[ 001.1 ] Steve wakes with a sharp inhale. He doesn't remember going to sleep and for a moment he's too disoriented to know where he is. As his eyes adjust quickly to the near-darkness, he realizes that that's because he really doesn't know where he is. He breaths steadily in through his nose, out through his mouth and keeps himself still save for slowly turning his head towards the sound of the other person't breathing.
He doesn't say anything, just tries to make eye contact in the dark. Do they have to stay quiet? He's not even sure.
[ 003 ] The bar doesn't interest him for the potentially dangerous liquids, but for the social clues he might find here as to what happened to the crew that used to man this station or even who they were. They're in space, that much is clear, but there's very little he can figure out about where the crew could have gone or what they were trying to accomplish. Signs of a major struggle or war would be less disconcerting than the almost blankness of many of the corridors he's walked down.
"I wouldn't drink any of that if I were you." They don't even know what it is, let alone how long it's been here.
[ 004 ] (CW: severe sickness, talk of death/lost loved ones) The fabricators aren't something that Steve entirely trusts, but he doesn't have much choice if he doesn't want to starve. They haven't lead him astray so far, so after a few days, it's something more in the back of his mind. It's less than an hour after his first meal of the day that the sensation comes upon him slowly. His muscles feel fatigued in a way they haven't since before the serum and he finds himself winded and leaning against a wall for support. That's when he starts to hear a distant voice, but it's someone he'd know anywhere and his head snaps up.
"Peggy?" Could she be here? It seems impossible, but so far a lot of impossible things seem to be happening.
He pushes off of the wall, determination pushing him through the aches in his chest and legs. Stopping isn't an option if Peggy's out there and she needs help. He can't let her down again.
The steps he takes are rocky and he doesn't stray far from walls as he moves, stopping every few yards to catch his breath and help support his weight.
"Peggy, I'm coming! Where are you?"
It's not until he finally sees her turn a corner at the other end of a long hall that he starts trying to really run against whatever this is, but he trips and nearly falls, catching his weight on his knees with a painful, bruising thud and struggling back up to move after her.
[ 006 ]UN: SROGERS
My name is Steve Rogers. Until we can figure out what happened here, I'd suggest no one go anywhere unpopulated alone. We don't know who or what could still be on this ship. Don't be afraid to ask for backup if you find anything strange.
Steve Rogers | Marvel Cinematic Universe
Steve wakes with a sharp inhale. He doesn't remember going to sleep and for a moment he's too disoriented to know where he is. As his eyes adjust quickly to the near-darkness, he realizes that that's because he really doesn't know where he is. He breaths steadily in through his nose, out through his mouth and keeps himself still save for slowly turning his head towards the sound of the other person't breathing.
He doesn't say anything, just tries to make eye contact in the dark. Do they have to stay quiet? He's not even sure.
[ 003 ]
The bar doesn't interest him for the potentially dangerous liquids, but for the social clues he might find here as to what happened to the crew that used to man this station or even who they were. They're in space, that much is clear, but there's very little he can figure out about where the crew could have gone or what they were trying to accomplish. Signs of a major struggle or war would be less disconcerting than the almost blankness of many of the corridors he's walked down.
"I wouldn't drink any of that if I were you." They don't even know what it is, let alone how long it's been here.
[ 004 ] (CW: severe sickness, talk of death/lost loved ones)
The fabricators aren't something that Steve entirely trusts, but he doesn't have much choice if he doesn't want to starve. They haven't lead him astray so far, so after a few days, it's something more in the back of his mind. It's less than an hour after his first meal of the day that the sensation comes upon him slowly. His muscles feel fatigued in a way they haven't since before the serum and he finds himself winded and leaning against a wall for support. That's when he starts to hear a distant voice, but it's someone he'd know anywhere and his head snaps up.
"Peggy?" Could she be here? It seems impossible, but so far a lot of impossible things seem to be happening.
He pushes off of the wall, determination pushing him through the aches in his chest and legs. Stopping isn't an option if Peggy's out there and she needs help. He can't let her down again.
The steps he takes are rocky and he doesn't stray far from walls as he moves, stopping every few yards to catch his breath and help support his weight.
"Peggy, I'm coming! Where are you?"
It's not until he finally sees her turn a corner at the other end of a long hall that he starts trying to really run against whatever this is, but he trips and nearly falls, catching his weight on his knees with a painful, bruising thud and struggling back up to move after her.
[ 006 ] UN: SROGERS
My name is Steve Rogers. Until we can figure out what happened here, I'd suggest no one go anywhere unpopulated alone. We don't know who or what could still be on this ship. Don't be afraid to ask for backup if you find anything strange.