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finally home. can post. HUZZAH!capcicleJune 9 2012, 00:53:04 UTC
{ooc; sounds fine with me. :D One lil Cap comin' up!}
The doors were whisper quiet when tiny hands pressed against them, opening them to admit an equally tiny body. He wasn't really supposed to be down here, or alone, but Steve had slipped his handlers and skedaddle as fast as his little legs could carry him. This was actually the one place that he was pretty sure that no one would come looking for him at and, he thinks a tad unkindly, it was because most people had a tendency to avoid the man that actually frequented this part of the helicarrier.
Dr. Banner's lab was all chrome and glass, and shiny new equipment that Steve didn't have a clue what they were used for much less how to use them but the blinking lights were fascinating and it was quiet save for whatever soothing music Bruce had decided to put on. In essence, it was the perfect hiding spot. Well, as long as his childish impulses didn't have Steve wanting to go messing about which, to be honest, and quite alarmingly so, were growing more frequent.
"Nate?" Sam knocks on his door, feeling lightheaded as he rests his forehead against the door, closing his eyes and taking soft, labored breaths. His chests aches, and Nate's place had been the closest safe spot. He doesn't really have anywhere else to go. He knocks again, and belatedly realizes there should be a doorbell, and he presses down on it and hopes that Nate is home.
Nate was home, luckily. He was sleeping, so the knocking didn't get to him; Chuck's bed had been making some damn noise lately, and so it took a lot more to wake him up. The doorbell, does it though. He wonders when they put a doorbell into his giant hotel suite.
Nate's voice sounds painfully loud over the intercom, but Sam knows that's just his own head. "Nate? It's Sam. I just..." He takes a breath, keeping his eyes closed. "Can I come in? I'm not... doing so great."
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{ooc; your choice of who gets to be kiddie-fied. :D}
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{ooc; sounds fine with me. :D One lil Cap comin' up!}
The doors were whisper quiet when tiny hands pressed against them, opening them to admit an equally tiny body. He wasn't really supposed to be down here, or alone, but Steve had slipped his handlers and skedaddle as fast as his little legs could carry him. This was actually the one place that he was pretty sure that no one would come looking for him at and, he thinks a tad unkindly, it was because most people had a tendency to avoid the man that actually frequented this part of the helicarrier.
Dr. Banner's lab was all chrome and glass, and shiny new equipment that Steve didn't have a clue what they were used for much less how to use them but the blinking lights were fascinating and it was quiet save for whatever soothing music Bruce had decided to put on. In essence, it was the perfect hiding spot. Well, as long as his childish impulses didn't have Steve wanting to go messing about which, to be honest, and quite alarmingly so, were growing more frequent.
Like now.
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He grabbed for the intercom. "Whooozzzzat?"
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also, i will take no part in anything that deals with animals or pregnancy. )
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