Nov 07, 2011 21:10
[The feed flickers on to show Steve scowling at it. He seems to realize the expression on his face, coughs, and manages to look neutral.
And yes, he's still wearing his torn, blood-diced uniform.]
Quicksilver- can I have a word? Um. In person, maybe. In private?
steve rogers
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There's a sharp inhale, and then,]
Where are you?
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[he folds his arms. come at him, bro.]
We're very different men. Keep that in mind.
[his stance eases the slightest degree, his opinion sufficiently stated.]
I make no promises if she sets out to antagonize me. But I will-- try.
[it's probably the best offer he can make.]
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[Ego. What ego. Surely the fastest man alive is allowed to ham it up a little, right? AT THAT NEXT COMMENT THOUGH HE TENSES UP LIKE A WOUND SPRING.]
Do I somehow give the impression of needing other people to fight my battles? I can handle that-- [PAUSE.] Camille.
[look he's editing for you.]
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It isn't a matter of what's fair. I don't require your interference.
[and if Camille thinks he sicced Cap on her he will never live it down ever. why don't you understand this damage you're thinking about doing to his manly pride, cap. Why.]
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All right. [He holds up both hands.] Okay. I won't say anything.
[Because. Steve is only vaguely acquainted with the idea of Manly Pride to begin with.]
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Good.
[... and then he hesitates, purses his lips and glances away.]
Thank you.
[the most foreign word.]
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