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july catch-all (open)!

who: Steve Rogers and You. (OTA).
what: July catch-all.
when: All throughout July!
where: All over the place.
warnings: Mentions of sadness and feeling displaced. Will edit this as needed.

A. THE GREAT OUTDOORS.

[ There were a lot of reasons Steve preferred to be outdoors than inside but one of the main ones happened to be because he breathed easier. He felt less closed in and trapped, something that always brought back too many fouler memories. So, he can often be found hiking around and exploring everything possible. He can also be found camping and maybe even cloud watching. The latter reminding him of the simpler times of his childhood.

Plenty of nostalgia. ]

B. NEVER BACK DOWN.

[ With the gym being practically a second home, Steve can be found there often enough. Punching and kicking at the sandbags, running on the treadmills and sparring with anyone who feels up to the task. Maybe even a few secret yoga classes. But hey flexibility is important and hot yoga is something else. ]

C. NETWORK.

[ Given his past few years in the more modern era Steve knew of technology but generally preferred to not really use it, unless it had to do with art. He loved the drawing tablets and how he could make things appear 3D with the printer thing Tony set up for him before things went quickly downhill.

Always such troubling thoughts. Pushing it aside, he grabbed for the current device in his possession and with only a slight look of distaste, he fired it up to connect with the network. He needed to make an introduction and not isolate himself as much as he did the last time he wound up in some unknown place. ]

Is this -- okay, yes, it appears on and working. Hey there, I'm Steve Rogers and -- new here. [ Not at all awkward in the least bit. ] If anyone needs help with anything, I'd be happy to lend a hand. I can lift really heavy things. [ Seriously? ]

I'm looking for a couple of running partners. I can warn that I run really early but I'm gladly spring for breakfast afterwards.

D. WILDCARD.

[ catch steve exploring around and feel free to throw whatever scenarios my way. if anyone wants to discuss or wants a starter, catch me at

snowflakecrowns.

a few possibilities - grocery shopping, watching films, early morning jogs, so not looking for danger, getting a drink. and so on. ]

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[ Things never stayed the same, no matter how much someone wanted them to and sometimes memories clouded over into something else. At times, looking back seemed sweeter in a way the memory might not have actually been. It's easier to put rose colored glasses on and believe things were once perfect even if in the moment they were anything but, especially when the present felt like a disaster. The whole what I wouldn't give to go back to a time things were simpler. But things were never so clear cut and not shaded in at certain spots here and there. Memories were just a fickle thing and Steve had plenty of his own.

Nearly a lifetimes worth and at other moments it felt like nothing at all. Almost, a blink of an eye and then nothing but darkness dripping with splatters of water. It oozed throughout his life and kept him continuously gasping for air. Eventually, it drove him outdoors, filling the wide open spaces with all the things he never dwelt with. The space gave him room to ignore everything other than the sound of his breathing in and out, in and out.

Looking over when someone approached, Steve gave a tiny smile. ]

When I was younger, my ma used to make up stories in the clouds. We'd see the different shapes and create something together. I was sick a lot as a kid and it always made me feel better. [ He pointed out a few clouds, motioning for her to come closer and sit. ] What do you see? Try to picture something beyond just the cloud.

[Kate doesn't take her eye off the clouds when he spoke. His words paints a lovely picture in her mind and reminds her a bit of her own mother. Kate's mother died when she was young. Recently, she discovered that her father had a hand in it.

She catches his arm move in the corner of her gaze. Her gaze drops and she steps closer to take a seat at his side.

Kate props her arms on her knees before lifting her gaze back to the clouds.] That one looks a little like a bunny. [She points to a particularly fluffy cumulus cloud that's drifting slowly across the blue sky.]

I've never done this before. [She admits with a small smile.] My mom was sick a lot when I was a kid.

[ the fact she doesn't laugh or call it childish meant a lot to him, especially when he very rarely opened up to anyone else in the first place. in some ways, he lost a lot of the time to find himself in the first place but he lost his innocence long ago. even before the war because of some attitudes directed his way and the general environment he grew up in.

his eyes drifted along to the cloud she spotted and a wider smile took over his face. he shifted his hand towards one of the clouds nearby. ] And that kinda looks like a sword. Our bunny is taking on cloud monsters and winning, all before dinner.

[ quieting down when she mentioned her mom, he reached out to squeeze her arm for a moment before his hand dropped. ]

It's always hard when parents get sick. Like it shouldn't happen. We see them as greater than everyone else.

That happened to my mom too. Lost her when I was barely out of high school.

[Kate can't judge someone for clinging to something as innocent as cloud watching. It's the sort of thin that she wishes she could go back and do as well. In that time when everything was simple.

She looks at his hand and then further to where he is pointing. Her head tilts slightly, attempting to see the cloud from the same angle.] All it needs is a shield. [Kate says with an affectionate tone.]

It's a very brave little bunny.

[Light green eyes look over at Steve before choosing to look down at her hands instead.] Yeah. My mom was amazing. I was in middle school when she got sick. Dad... didn't want us to see.

[Only now she knows why.]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't bring you down like this. Not when there is a bunny fighting for our sake.

[ the shield comment earned an unexpected laugh and steve looked over with a grin. at least, the bunny had a shield. it still sent waves of aches within him to not have the shield but maybe it would allow for him to expand himself into more than just a symbol and an image. he didn't have to be just the shield or the man out of time.

if only he really believed he could be more.

looking over when she began to speak, he listened intently, reaching out a hand to squeeze her arm lightly. ]

Don't be sorry at all, Kate. Sometimes it helps to talk about it. You're not bringing me or the bunny down. [ He gave a slow nod of his head. ] Tell me a favorite memory about her.

[Kate turns towards him, her eyebrow arched at his laughter. She likes his laugh, it’s rich and pure, but she doesn’t know what prompted it. It felt like a personal moment for him and not wanting to intrude she continues, offering him a smile at his reassurance.]

I don’t think anything can get the bunny down. [She smiles a little wider, her voice becoming lighter.] I haven’t really talked about it. [Kate has a lot of things she hasn’t talked about.] I’m not sad. I’ll always miss her but she’s in heaven now. So even if she isn’t with me. I know she’s doing well.

[Her father on the other hand…. Kate isn’t so sure. She hopes that they’re together. That they reconciled. But she didn’t know if there was forgiveness for what he’d done.]

May favorite memory. [Kate feels her smile growing.] There are so many. There was this one time in church. It was one of the few times mom stood up and spoke. My father was the preacher but that day she’d wanted to offer a bit of herself. She told the congregation that she hadn’t had it all figured out and that pa and the lord had been able to help her. [Part way through the story Kate’s southern accent began to tweak the end of her words.] It’s silly but I felt like I really saw her that day. Not just as my mom but the amazing person that she was.

[ The smile on her face made the grin on his widen a little more because it felt like a personal victory to see a less burdened look staring back at him. With how many twists and turns life took, it could be difficult to keep up with them all. Sometimes, life pulsed with too much pain but having others to grasp onto some of the burden helped in so many ways. Steve rarely allowed anyone to help him out but he enjoyed being there for others.

They barely knew each other but he still cared. Steve tended to always care about being there for others, whether he knew them well or not mattered very little in the end.

Looking up at the bunny briefly, he turned his attention back to her when she spoke again. Pretty religious then given her memory and the whole 'preacher father'. Must have been a lot of restrictions but then again other religions weren't as intensive as Catholicism tended to be. ]

It's not silly. You started seeing her as more than just a mother. I had those moments with my ma. She was the true definition of a hero. I always try to think with things I do if she'd be proud of my choice or not.

[Kate has always been very religious, that was before. Now she isn't so sure. Dying changes someone. She wants to believe that the Lord would never give up on his children, no matter who they are or what they've done, but it hadn't worked for her. She believed loving meant loving the unlovable.

'There is no love left.' That's what she'd told Richie, just before she died, and before she woke up here.]

That's a good way to see it. What's your favorite memory with your mom?

[Kate's arms wrap around her knees as she turns the brunt of her attention over to Steve. The clouds are nice but she's more curious about him.]

[ In his younger years, religion meant far more but as he grew older, he drifted away somewhat from the principles he used to cling onto. Losing his ma really shook up his entire life and it only grew worse when he lost Bucky and eventually his own life. There were so many unknown things and it made it difficult to wrap his head around.

Favorite memory? How could he pick only one? But a soft smile rested on his face as he thought of a few. ]

Holidays were always a big deal around my house, especially Christmas. My ma made sure we had a nice dinner even if that was a struggle to make happen and something to open under the tree. We always had this sad looking tree but we loved it more because of that. We made our own decorations. Different ones each year so they'd be new. Christmas was like the start of a new beginning. It took us awhile but I think that's why we liked it so much.

[Kate feels her smile widen as Steve tells his story. It sounds nice, even if they don't have a lot, they have each other.]

Ain't that what holidays are about? Being close to the people that you love. [She doesn't think it needs nice things in order to be special. What makes it special are the people you get to share it with and the memories that you form.] I wonder if they have something like that here?

[There is a bit of a southern drawl to her voice though it's very light compared to most who are from Texas.]

[ Memories scattered within him, creating a sort of longing to overtake him but he tried to push it all away. There were so many things he did not want to dwell on. ]

When you're lucky they are. [ He offered a wistful smile. ] I'm not sure what they really celebrate here. I know there was a festival when I first arrived. It was really - loud. There should be some information about this place somewhere.

[Kate laughs softly.] There's a festival when I first arrived too. [In her case it had been when she got out of the hospital but it isn't the sort of thing she tells people since the one person she spoke to about it got very worried.]

If there ain't then were should celebrate it anyway. Decorate the city in Christmas lights and see if we can find pine trees. Maybe the main area of the communal housing so that everyone can see. [She looks down with a bashful smile.] Might not be possible but I'd like to see it.

They must have a lot of festivals here, celebrating everything. [ He gave a shake of his head, not knowing how to really feel about it. ] What was the festival for when you arrived?

We can make it possible. I think it sounds like a great idea, Kate. We can bring Christmas joy to everyone when it gets to be that time of year. [ Maybe they could figure out a few ways to involve everyone. ] There seems to be a lot of trees around here. Shouldn't be hard to find a pine Christmas tree looking one.

I'm not sure. It reminded me a bit of mardi gras though I haven't been to anything like it before. [She's not the sort of person who parties a lot. She'd been focused on studies and hanging out with her friends and looking forward towards a future. Now she isn't sure what she has to look forward too and despite having free time, parties really aren't her thing.]

It'd be nice. Since they do like celebrating so much.

[Kate smiles at Steve, a little happy that he likes her idea.]

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