RP for starspangledcap
A message or two from the birds and a quick web search gave Sam the information he needed to find his friend.
How--and whether--to visit him required more thought and preparation. He'd had too much time to think since his initial rush of anger and relief to simply fly to Sayreville and swoop down on his friend, as much as he wanted to.
That would just bring SHIELD down on him, and possibly the Red Skull down on Steve while he was at it.
But Nick Fury--annoyingly omniscient and useful as always--ended his doubt by arranging to ship him, anonymously, an image inducer. Both an answer to Sam's dilemma, and a rather-more-subtle-than-usual order.
A few hours and far too much time on public transit later, Sam emerged from the NJTransit bus in Sayreville, not looking especially like himself. Nothing drastic; he wasn't covering up blue fur or anything, after all, and he'd decided to remain a black man--anything else would be just too weird. But no one should recognize him as the guy who gave Cap's funeral speech, either.
He'd memorized the address, directions, and aerial views, so he walked down the streets of Sayreville as though he belonged there. Redwing kept watch, far enough above away from him that no one should connect the two of them, but a constant presence in the back of Sam's mind.
Sam found Steve's--Wilson Buchanan's--apartment and rang the doorbell.
How--and whether--to visit him required more thought and preparation. He'd had too much time to think since his initial rush of anger and relief to simply fly to Sayreville and swoop down on his friend, as much as he wanted to.
That would just bring SHIELD down on him, and possibly the Red Skull down on Steve while he was at it.
But Nick Fury--annoyingly omniscient and useful as always--ended his doubt by arranging to ship him, anonymously, an image inducer. Both an answer to Sam's dilemma, and a rather-more-subtle-than-usual order.
A few hours and far too much time on public transit later, Sam emerged from the NJTransit bus in Sayreville, not looking especially like himself. Nothing drastic; he wasn't covering up blue fur or anything, after all, and he'd decided to remain a black man--anything else would be just too weird. But no one should recognize him as the guy who gave Cap's funeral speech, either.
He'd memorized the address, directions, and aerial views, so he walked down the streets of Sayreville as though he belonged there. Redwing kept watch, far enough above away from him that no one should connect the two of them, but a constant presence in the back of Sam's mind.
Sam found Steve's--Wilson Buchanan's--apartment and rang the doorbell.