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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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I know that. [There was a hint of frustration in his tone, though whether it was at Steve or the situation or just at himself was hard to tell. Knowing that intellectually was the least of his problems.] But he's still the one who had his hands around her throat and I --

[Tony cut himself off and forcibly took another deep breath.]

Let me start over. There was someone playing us from the beginning. He attacked the UN and made it look like Barnes had done it. So T'Challa thought Barnes had killed his father. [The irony was not lost on him.]

[ Rather than respond right away, Steve listened thoughtfully, trying to wrap his mind around all the information. It made very little sense but with all his missing details he should have expected that. Why couldn't he remember? He remembered hearing about timelines but he just wanted to know it all. ]

And that made the king attack. He must have found out the truth, I am guessing and felt badly for Bucky. [ He let out a deep sigh, something occurring to him almost suddenly. ]

Wait - how do you know details? Not even I know the details. I just know what was in the files that Na-I was given. [ Tony probably didn't know Natasha also knew the truth. ]

[The slip made him flick Steve a look, but Tony honestly wasn't surprised. He'd guessed that Nat might know, but that had never hit him as hard. Part of him always expecting Natasha to lie to him. Steve...that one had surprised him.

He shrugged, a slightly jerky movement.]

There was security footage.

[ The frown deepened on his face and he couldn't imagine having to watch your own mother - He shook his head, looking down at his squeezed hands again. ]

I'm really sorry - Tony. I wish I had know there was - [ He paused for a second, realizing something. ] Who is the one who manipulated us? [ How could they be so easily controlled like that? ]

[He let out a long sigh and made himself sit back, though he still wasn't looking at Steve properly. It was all things Steve should know, would have to know, but Tony still doesn't really want to talk about it. Were they really that easily manipulated, or had it all just settled into cracks that were already there? Was it inevitable that they'd just come apart?

Tony would probably never know. It didn't stop him worrying over everything in endless circles when he wasn't otherwise occupied enough.]

His name was Zemo. Sokovian, I guess. Got it into his head that if we tore each other apart, it would have more of an impact than if someone else tried. [Another shrug.] Worked, too.

[ Somehow or another, it always traveled back to their past mistakes, didn't it? They would have to answer for them again and again because things they decided were on a grander scale than others. The Avengers needed to always be better and greater than such common mistakes.

In the end, they couldn't be as human as everyone else. And when they were, the governments saw fit to punish them for it. ]

Guess that means we need to talk more. Be more open. Then no one can have anything to use against us.

[And Tony went utterly still. And then let out a humorless little laugh, half disbelief and half exasperation.]

Really? That's what you think is going to solve all of our problems?

[How very Steve of him. To just decide there was a right answer to everything.]

[ With a roll of his eyes, he let out a little huff, relaxing the tight hold he had on his hands for the time being. ]

I didn't say it would solve all of our problems but it would sure help us coexistence better. We're always so hyper-aware and that's because we haven't really - there are a lot of things we haven't talked about. A lot of things that we haven't dealt with - not together or individually.

[ While he never wanted to actively pursue his issues or deal with them, he still knew he had them. ]

[Well Steve was very much not wrong about that, but the skeptical look Tony shot him was more at the idea of actually talking them out. He might be the most obvious choice for ignoring his own issues, but he was well aware that he wasn't the only one.]

We don't trust each other. [Might as well be blunt about it.] Well, mostly you don't trust me, but the point stands. You really think we can fix that?

[ A deep sigh pulled from his lips but he couldn't disregard the words because they were true. Even without his full memories, he knew there were fractures between them. Ones that were growing wider by the day but he wanted to put an end to them. At least, make them less volatile. ]

Talking and trying to be open with each other will help that. It isn't just about - you didn't believe in me, Tony. That hurt worse than any of the other parts of it.

[ He looked down for a moment. ]

I always thought you'd get it - understand and when I realized you didn't, well, it really hurt.

But yeah, I think we can. We just got to start from the ground up again. I don't want to give up or not try. Do you?

I didn't believe in you? [That was genuine surprise and it finally got Tony to turn enough on the bench to look at him properly.] What exactly was I supposed to be understanding?

[Okay maybe their communications problems were worse than he even knew. It made Tony shift a little uncomfortably, and then finally shrug.]

I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

[ Taking in a deep breath, Steve let it out slowly before they fell back into the old pattern of saying things without thinking first. Hurting Tony through words had never been an objective he wanted to have but the man knew exactly what buttons to press with him. Plus, they had such differing views of the world and experiences. It could be a perfect storm of a disaster or it could be a strength, depending. ]

The Accords. If we all opposed it, they might have given time for stipulations. We could have worked on that together but you just accepted their side.

[ Falling silent, he gave a jerky nod of his head. ]

[So here they were. Tony had been half-expecting it since the beginning of the conversation and he still made himself take a deep breath and let it out slowly before he answered.]

Let me ask you something. [It was quiet, but even.] And I mean this sincerely, I'm not trying to make a dig.

But what did you think would happen? After you said no.

I wouldn't have said no. Not so resolute and final like that. I would have asked for stipulations, for a possible meeting for all those who would have been involved.

[ He let out a sigh, looking off in the distance but not really seeing anything. ]

With your influence, Tony, it would have been easier to make happen. It could have been held by Stark Industries and turned all around to be a humanitarian effort to make the world safer for all - those super powered or not.

[For a moment, there was a fire in Tony's eyes as he stared at him, but just as abruptly it faded. And Tony slumped a little, leaning over to brace his elbows on his knees. What good would getting mad do? Every time, they wound up yelling and things went to shit.]

Yeah. That's what it was supposed to be.

[But Tony had panicked and jumped the gun and Steve had panicked and bulldozed through everything and here they were.]

Not that it matters now, I guess.

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