voicetesting and ridiculously nervous, hi

[thestarspangledman]

Miss --

I know you're nervous. It's alright, even I get a little nervous still, sometimes. Just be patient. You're reading those stories about me, right? It'll get easier. And maybe you'll even find somewhere to, uh, 'put' me, though I really think I should stay where I am. Being gone for 70 years was long enough, thanks. I guess what I'm trying to say is -- don't give up just yet. Okay?

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[sauntervaguelydownwards]

But giving up is a wonderful thing.

[trainwrecked]

I think something bad will happen the day when you try to advise somebody to give up. Happily, I think we're safe.

[thestarspangledman]

...No, it's not.

[thestarspangledman]

[BUCKY. Give him a moment, he's not -- entirely used to this whole alternate universe where you're not missing thing, yet.]

...You know me, I'm a stubborn son of a gun.

[aggravating]

Reading stories about yourself?

And here I thought I was the narcissistic one of the group.

[thestarspangledman]

...No, I meant her. I don't need to read them, I already lived them.

[worldsbestmarksman]

Really believe in your writer Captain?

[aggravating]

Right, right.

Not even one tiny peek over her shoulder? You're missing out.

[Guess who watches Stark Expo footage every night before bed]

[thestarspangledman]

--Well sure, why not? She seems like a great dame. ...Lady.

[thestarspangledman]

...You have a weird idea of fun, Tony.

[trainwrecked]

*He got pulled from the fall - before he crashed on the rocks below - into a virtual reality horrors-based island. Sort of alternate universe? We're not dealing with Winter Soldier until we know if the movies will.*

Why, yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Good thing, too.

[worldsbestmarksman]

I'm sure she'll come around. [A firm nod, and then he adds]

About being nervous.

[aggravating]

Not really. There's a simple rule to these things, Captain. If it has Tony Stark, it's fun. If it doesn't? Might as well go and stick a mouse trap in Banner's pants.

[thestarspangledman]

[Alternate universe or not, it's still Bucky. Which is all kinds of good.]

It's served me pretty well, I think.

[thestarspangledman]

I hope so.

[worldsbestmarksman]

[He idly examines his bow before looking at him.] ...Think she'll be compromised?

[thestarspangledman]

I'm not sure I know the rule book you're playing by.

[thestarspangledman]

How do you mean?

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

It isn't? Here I thought it was an American tradition.

[trainwrecked]

*aw snap, no hugging Steve icon for now. But hug coming, anyway.*

You've done really, really well, Steve. And that's a fact.

[technologique]

I'd say that I wouldn't hold my breath about her putting you somewhere but didn't you technically do that for 70 years? You know, I've been looking into getting frozen myself, because let's face it, people will just screw up anything I try to leave for them after I die. Extensive testing has been done but you come along with your soldier-in-a-can and an Arctic climate and voila. Perfect preservation. Well, almost perfect, since you have the mindset of someone who's destined for a home.

The point is don't get your hopes up, Gramps. You just start to think you know where you stand with them when suddenly you're dumped into a dark corner, watching some high school genius whose idiocy puts even Dummy to shame and a baker with a dumpster diver fetish get all the fame and glory.

[aggravating]

I'm sending you an autographed copy first thing. JARVIS!

On it's way, sir.

[thestarspangledman]

[A tight hug, in fact, because it's been 70 years. Technically.]

--Except for the being frozen in a crashed plane for a good few decades, I guess you're right.

[thestarspangledman]

That's -- not necessary.

[thestarspangledman]

I'd like to see you try to get used to being 70 years in the future easily.

I'm not getting my hopes up, I don't really want to go anywhere. We've got a job to do. Or we probably will, sooner or later.