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You really sure you wanna see even more of me? Ain't this novel you're writing more'n enough? Fifty thousand words of me and Steve, and you're still wastin' time with me over here?

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I'm in a similar situation with my Mun, so I understand.

It can be difficult when your mun wants to put you everywhere.

Indeed. He needs to focus, not disperse.

There anything specific that he wants to do with you?

Throw me at people and see what happens. I reckon it's a way of him to become more sure of my voice. However he still got that novel to write. He should focus on that.

I hear that. It helps to have random discussions sometimes.

What'll happen to you in the novel?

Crashing on a alien planet and sight off against a horde of hostile aliens, mostly. Then it would be something about mystic energies too. If he can get that far.

Ah, that sounds interesting. Is that your kind of history? Where your experiences lie?

I'm a marine, a soldier. I'm trained for war. Not mystic energies though, there I'm very lost.

[offering a hand to shake] I'm far out of my comfort zone too. Good luck.

[Reaches out and shakes the other man's hand firmly.] Thank you. My name's Chris Walker by the way.

Steve Rogers.

[He nods.] If I may ask, are you a soldier too? You certainly handle yourself like one.

[...a weary laugh and a grin]

[it's actually quite refreshing to meet someone who doesn't know me]

Yes, that's right. I fought in the 40s, and, well, now, too.

The 40s? [Chris becomes uncertain at that because he's from far into the future.] Well regardless, it was some time ago. You doesn't look old, if you doesn't mind me saying that. Cryo?

[A long way?]

That's fine, son, you can compliment me any time.

Of a sort. Just ice. My plane went down, and I wasn't found for a few years.

[Space age. so 2200 or something]

[Chris tilts his head questioning at being called "son". He's in his 30s after all and this man doesn't seem much older than him.]

Roger that.

You was lucky. Ice isn't as far as I know a very effective cryogenic material. If you doesn't mind, what was your rank? I'm a sergeant myself.

[I really hope I'm not your great-great-grandfather. You deserve a less complicated lineage.]

[...habit. I'm 95, after all.]

I was. It was entirely unintentional.

[small wince and a grin at you being a sergeant, that reminds me of my best friend] Captain.

Captain. [Purely out of habit Chris salutes Steve. Chain of command is something he has been trained to follow after all.]

[saluting back automatically]

[amused]

I wouldn't call it 'wasting time'.

I'm not surprised by that at all, Steve.

Last thing I'd want to do is surprise you.

Was that innuendo, Rogers?

You want it to be, Barnes?

I don't know if that's up to me, all things considered.

[laughs] Cagey answer.

I'm pretty good at that.

You're pretty good at lots of things. You should definitely be around more.

[and no my subtext is not at all "I don't want to lose you again", just ignore that]