[open] IT'S TURKEY DAY

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Who: Bro Strider AND YOU
What: Bro thinks you should celebrate American Thanksgiving, for America. There is fried turkey and beer, as God intended.
Where: Over a sanddune from Jack Noir's Hobostraveganza, ie, in the Ocean Zone on the beach, because fuck November.
When: THANKSGIVING DAY DUH

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OPEN!

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[ natasha's standing a little removed from the festivities, watching the goings on. she's holding a beer, which is opened, but she hasn't sipped it yet. ]

Re: OPEN!

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[Steve drifts over to join her, holding a glass of water himself.] Agent Romanoff. Getting to know our... fellow POWs, I guess?

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Something like that.

[ oh steve, you and your water. natasha looks faintly amused. ]

Enjoying yourself, Captain?

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[He gives the question probably more thought than it should need.] ...Yeah, I am.

[There's some faint surprise in it.]

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You sound surprised.

[ which natasha doesn't understand. ]

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[He's grinning now. Herp.] Bucky dragged me here.

[As though that is somehow an explanation of its own.] I'm not really... I never really... He was always the one who wanted to do things like this.

[And he never thought he'd be dragged, blackmailed or guilted into going anywhere again.]

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And you come to please him.

[ her eyes flick over steve's face. ]

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[Steve ducks his head.] That's part of it. And because he's right - I. Don't have enough fun. ...Don't tell him I said that.

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Your secret is safe with me.

[ sipping her beer. ]

You're younger than I thought you would be.

[ it's less physical age and more...he's so idealistic. it's a quality she's long since lost. ]

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Really? [He has to admit, he's kind of curious what the... future-folks were expecting, if almost to a man (or woman) they didn't believe he was himself.] How old did you think I was?

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It's not really a number. It's more...you. You're a great deal more idealistic than one would expect the soldier who defeated the Red Skull to be.

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[That, he doesn't understand.] Why? I mean. Why shouldn't I be?

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It's rare.

[ in natasha's world, at least. ]

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Not in my experience. [It's not argumentative. Just an observation.] I don't think we could have beaten him if we didn't know what we were fighting for.

[He takes another little swig of water, watching the partygoers mingle with a tiny smile on his face.] And I guess I was fighting for this.

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This meaning?

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[Surprised and a little confused again. He gestures at the group.] This. People. A future where the world didn't feel like... Like it was ripping itself open. A future where people could be happy without the fear that war would come along to take it away.

[He looks down at his cup. He's debated telling anyone this, but.] It's why I've decided, when we figure out how to get back... I'm going to go back to with you. All of you, I mean, with SHIELD, if you'll have me. I'm not in the ice, if that's where I'm supposed to be, so.

[He doesn't look happy about that decision, even if his tone stays the same, but Steve clears his throat and straightens his shoulders.] I fought so my friends and their children could have lives without Schmidt or Hitler or people like them. I was - am - willing to die for that. I should be willing to live in the future and keep fighting for it, too.