open post 3.0

[gotup]

am I even pretending I'm going to make this aesthetic anymore? no.

for dumbass text bullshit, meme overflow, or whatever else you feel like throwing up here, I'm not picky.

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[gotup]

[Steve would love nothing more than to be able to talk about art or baseball or something normal. He's worried that the ability is slipping away from him, that being a normal person is going to be impossible soon. He doesn't want to be Captain America forever - doesn't want to be a soldier or the face of his country or anything other than Steve Rogers, whoever that is.]

I'm not sure I have my head on straight about anything right now. [Steve snorts as he starts rubbing shampoo into his hair.] Or that I have since 1941.

[amelioraate]

[ well, tony can't really speak to the art bit, except that the knows the prices of a few things. though that isn't really art, is it. still, tony looks something like fond as he shrugs.]

I wanna say it gets better, but it doesn't. Not really. But it gets easier to handle with a good team, I can tell you that much. [ sorry, he probably... shouldn't say that. it is difficult to remember why though when steve starts moving around and there is a wet steve rogers before him and--

well shit.

tony makes a short strangled noise, pulling himself into a small ball. he does not need this right now. nope.]

So I'll let you... pick the topics?

[gotup]

[Steve pauses to peer over at Tony. Thankfully, he doesn't get out of the tub to check on him, but he's definitely concerned.]

Are you all right?

[Yes, he really is that oblivious to everything.]

[amelioraate]

Mmm, fine. Great really, aside from the whole interdimensional kidnapping bit, but yeah. Okay.

[ maybe a little pink in the cheeks, but like maybe steve can't tell from how far away he is?]

Ahem, topics? Can't promise I have infinite knowledge of all topics, but I have been told I'm a hit at dinner parties.

[gotup]

[See, there's a key problem here, which is that their knowledge bases are somewhere around fifty years apart. (There are a lot of problems here, but that one is the most relevant.)]

I think what they mean is that your bank account is a hit at dinner parties.

-uh, no offense. I'm just saying, even if you were boring to talk to, they'd still say the opposite. Like how ladies would tell me I'm a great dancer just because of my looks.

[amelioraate]

[ that makes tony bark out real laughter, bright and loud because it was such a steve thing to say. ]

No offence taken, that was-- that was a very you thing to say really. [ is his smile fond? maybe. ] You're also right. People are good at ignoring your faults when you have multiple zeroes in your bank account.

[ or anything else that they think they could use.]

But dancing? No one ever thought to teach you? You've got the coordination for it I'm sure.

[gotup]

I-

[Never found the right partner, he almost says.

Steve's fingers tighten on the edge of the tub. He remembers promising Peggy a dance when he came back, and he doesn't think that's going to happen now.]

Not much dancing going on in the middle of a war.

[amelioraate]

[ yup, okay, he's gonna wince a little because that was stupid on his part. so much for being a good conversationalist.]

Right. That-- [ tony huffs and tips his head back, wry curl to his lips.] I swear I'm usually better at this.

[gotup]

[Steve snorts wryly before he dunks his head under the water to rinse out the shampoo.]

I'm not.

[Very helpful, Steven.]

[amelioraate]

[ ... why did you have to do that? tony was just getting a hold of himself! and now you're-- you and wet and--

tony is not uncurling from his position at all now, if anything he huffs and wraps himself tighter around his legs.]

We can blame the situation for affecting everything, I don't usually have a problem talking to you. Not that I am now either, it's just-- [hard.] Different.

[gotup]

[Look, at least having his hair plastered to his head is a little bit more unflattering? Not enough to balance out the Steve-ness, but that's just how it is.]

I can dance, just not with other people. The USO shows, you know.

[Which also technically qualify as "dancing with other people" but not in a romantic sort of way, more in a choreography way.]