A Complicated Business

[Centurion]

Cap scanned the room, the old man's words swimming about in his mind. If there was one thing he had noticed, it was that none of this was natural. Not the people, not their faces, not even the meeting itself. Turning back to the writer, Captain America shook his head.

"No, it isn't. Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

The old man's frantic expression worried Rogers to no end, and the glassy expression on those around him didn't help. Their expressions were disturbing to even his iron will. His enhanced perception only made looking around more difficult. He could see every pore, every line on their faces stretched to a breaking point. He most certainly knew something was wrong, but he didn't quite know what it was.

Once again, the waiter returns, disrupting the conversation. With a mad yet bland grin on his face, he placed down three glasses of crimson wine, each thick with extra sugar. There was something wrong. Even if there wasn't there was no need to worry, it was better to be safe. Cap smiled warmly at the waiter but didn't drink. If this man was going to continue interrupting their conversation, they would have to move their loccation to somewhere more private.