[Steve liked to think of himself as a more or less adaptable guy. He'd gone from small and asthmatic to... well, what he was now and he'd adapted well enough. He'd gone from the 40s to a whole new millennium with only a few hiccups, ones mostly earned from having to figure out the tech more than the anything else -- though, that wasn't to say he'd fit in seamlessly. There were still things he didn't quite get or really like, but he kept it to himself for the most part.
Coming here had, he'd thought, been another big step in his attempt to acclimate. Having to hear the grumbles or teases from teammates and friends alike about his stuck-in-the-past mentality regarding certain aspects of his life, namely his romantic side was getting a little old. While he wasn't going to give in to a certain someone continuing to mention names or slip him numbers of interested parties, he thought that agreeing to come here was a step that might surprise the rest of the Avengers. Not in that he was doing something to help others along with his own world -- that was a given, but in that he'd been told ahead of time that coming here would mean doing things he hadn't previously partaken of.
He'd thought he'd been prepared for whatever this place might throw at him. He'd thought that up to getting his assigned district and place, in touring what parts were available to him and trying to figure out where he fit in. He'd kept thinking that as he went to take a stroll on the beach, enjoying the feel of sand under his bare feet, pants rolled up as he walked close enough to the water to feel the sand shift from dry to wet. He'd taken a deep breath of salt-tinged air, smiled up at the sun, then felt his jaw drop as a pair of women walking in the opposite direction passed him with a smile and a wave. And nothing else.
He wasn't a prude. He was just... particular. He'd waited so long for the right one, found her, then lost her, and the idea of just throwing his ideals of wanting a singular, perfect partner out the window had been too hard to think about at first. But he wasn't just a soldier gone to war anymore. He was a permanent member of an initiative that could and would be active in a moment's notice. And there was no guarantee he'd survive every mission. He'd bypassed waiting awhile ago and was now dwelling in the pool of procrastination. This? This had been a step of his in what he'd thought was the right direction. He thought he'd been ready for the idea of getting more than his feet wet, so to speak. The reality, however, was... bouncing along nicely to his right as the pair and their pairs ambled by, leaving him standing there feeling a little like all the air had been sucked out of him.
Well... okay then. A further glance up along the beach showed more bodies, women and men in various states of undress and he felt that uncomfortable heat tinge his cheeks. Maybe he wasn't quite as ready as he'd thought he'd been. He knew he wasn't up to joining them in any fashion. Maybe if he kept his head down, no one would notice him. If he was lucky. They really should have a sign somewhere... He could only be thankful no one he knew was here to see this and razz him about it.]
4 - Wildcardigans
[He'd puttered around the hut they'd assigned him, finding where everything went and acquainting himself with the workings of everything. The bath had been tempting, but he wanted to see more of this new location himself. Shield nestled on his back harness, he went towards what he'd been told was the business district, curious of just what sorts of businesses a place like this had and who might be there. Wrangling a way to get a sketchbook was a possibility as well, considering he hadn't exactly been given the time to pack. He liked to have something to to keep busy and sketching and drawing had always been a decent way to pass the time. Not to mention there was a whole new world of landscaping and architecture here he could try to capture.
He was pleasant as he poked his head into stores and stalls, careful with anything he picked up or looked at, and polite when talking about prices and trying to figure out a way to get what it was he wanted. As it was, he wound up with a rudimentary sketching pad and a set of charcoals. He found himself a place to have a drink and something to eat, shield resting beside his chair and the chair itself on an outside patio area, positioned at an angle so he could get a better view of the building and alley across the street, starting a rough sketch of it as he slowly ate.
He'd happily converse with anyone who stopped by or inquired about his drawings.]
Steve Rogers | MCU | M/F for shipping, OTA for gen
[Steve liked to think of himself as a more or less adaptable guy. He'd gone from small and asthmatic to... well, what he was now and he'd adapted well enough. He'd gone from the 40s to a whole new millennium with only a few hiccups, ones mostly earned from having to figure out the tech more than the anything else -- though, that wasn't to say he'd fit in seamlessly. There were still things he didn't quite get or really like, but he kept it to himself for the most part.
Coming here had, he'd thought, been another big step in his attempt to acclimate. Having to hear the grumbles or teases from teammates and friends alike about his stuck-in-the-past mentality regarding certain aspects of his life, namely his romantic side was getting a little old. While he wasn't going to give in to a certain someone continuing to mention names or slip him numbers of interested parties, he thought that agreeing to come here was a step that might surprise the rest of the Avengers. Not in that he was doing something to help others along with his own world -- that was a given, but in that he'd been told ahead of time that coming here would mean doing things he hadn't previously partaken of.
He'd thought he'd been prepared for whatever this place might throw at him. He'd thought that up to getting his assigned district and place, in touring what parts were available to him and trying to figure out where he fit in. He'd kept thinking that as he went to take a stroll on the beach, enjoying the feel of sand under his bare feet, pants rolled up as he walked close enough to the water to feel the sand shift from dry to wet. He'd taken a deep breath of salt-tinged air, smiled up at the sun, then felt his jaw drop as a pair of women walking in the opposite direction passed him with a smile and a wave. And nothing else.
He wasn't a prude. He was just... particular. He'd waited so long for the right one, found her, then lost her, and the idea of just throwing his ideals of wanting a singular, perfect partner out the window had been too hard to think about at first. But he wasn't just a soldier gone to war anymore. He was a permanent member of an initiative that could and would be active in a moment's notice. And there was no guarantee he'd survive every mission. He'd bypassed waiting awhile ago and was now dwelling in the pool of procrastination. This? This had been a step of his in what he'd thought was the right direction. He thought he'd been ready for the idea of getting more than his feet wet, so to speak. The reality, however, was... bouncing along nicely to his right as the pair and their pairs ambled by, leaving him standing there feeling a little like all the air had been sucked out of him.
Well... okay then. A further glance up along the beach showed more bodies, women and men in various states of undress and he felt that uncomfortable heat tinge his cheeks. Maybe he wasn't quite as ready as he'd thought he'd been. He knew he wasn't up to joining them in any fashion. Maybe if he kept his head down, no one would notice him. If he was lucky. They really should have a sign somewhere... He could only be thankful no one he knew was here to see this and razz him about it.]
4 - Wildcardigans
[He'd puttered around the hut they'd assigned him, finding where everything went and acquainting himself with the workings of everything. The bath had been tempting, but he wanted to see more of this new location himself. Shield nestled on his back harness, he went towards what he'd been told was the business district, curious of just what sorts of businesses a place like this had and who might be there. Wrangling a way to get a sketchbook was a possibility as well, considering he hadn't exactly been given the time to pack. He liked to have something to to keep busy and sketching and drawing had always been a decent way to pass the time. Not to mention there was a whole new world of landscaping and architecture here he could try to capture.
He was pleasant as he poked his head into stores and stalls, careful with anything he picked up or looked at, and polite when talking about prices and trying to figure out a way to get what it was he wanted. As it was, he wound up with a rudimentary sketching pad and a set of charcoals. He found himself a place to have a drink and something to eat, shield resting beside his chair and the chair itself on an outside patio area, positioned at an angle so he could get a better view of the building and alley across the street, starting a rough sketch of it as he slowly ate.
He'd happily converse with anyone who stopped by or inquired about his drawings.]