10-07-2016, 09:32 AM
Sugercane. So Captain America was in a city populated by people addicted to a so-called 'happy drug'. He took another sweep of the room after the old man's explanation, noting the waiter's return. As he had steeled in his heart already, Cap spared nothing but a polite glance at the glass. However, he could not say the same for his elderly companion. Sweat beaded on Marlin's brow and he quivered ever so slightly, but slightly enough for Cap's heightened perception to note. The older man was struggling with taking a sip. In all truth, Steve was as well. His sharp nose absorbed the intoxicating scents, his attention consistently grappled by the vibrant color of the liquid. Thankfully, Cap's resolve held fast.
The old man seemed to share in the Captain's resilience and in the end refused the drink, putting Cap's nerves at ease. Marcus had already taken his leave, something was obviously upsetting him. Cap silently willed Marcus to return, his every instinct screaming that this place was unsafe. As an almost comedic contrast, Rogers' near paranoia made no break in his straightforward expression. He did, however, allow himself the indulgent luxury of thumbing the straps of his shield, hidden beneath his thick coat. Cap nodded finally, accepting what the old man had said as true.
"Then we have a job to do. Problem is, we won't just be fighting the bad guys, or this drug. We'll be fighting every innocent civilian on this island to keep them from what they want."
Cap stood up with a polite smile.
"I should talk to Marcus."
Cap had half a mind to tell Marcus to go home. The first avenger was extremely confident in his own abilities, and nowhere near doubted Marcus', but his gut instinct told him that the terminator wouldn't be able to keep up. They just weren't used to each other. If Vision was here, Cap could easily bounce ideas and plans off of the android. But now? Now, Captain America was about to step out into the rain, surrounded by drug-laden smiles, to speak to someone he still considered a stranger. He glanced back to the old man to gauge a reaction.
"I'll be just outside. If you need anything," Cap handed him a small communicator engraved with the familiar 'A' of the Avengers. "I'll be there."
With that, Captain America stepped back outside and back into the unknown.
The old man seemed to share in the Captain's resilience and in the end refused the drink, putting Cap's nerves at ease. Marcus had already taken his leave, something was obviously upsetting him. Cap silently willed Marcus to return, his every instinct screaming that this place was unsafe. As an almost comedic contrast, Rogers' near paranoia made no break in his straightforward expression. He did, however, allow himself the indulgent luxury of thumbing the straps of his shield, hidden beneath his thick coat. Cap nodded finally, accepting what the old man had said as true.
"Then we have a job to do. Problem is, we won't just be fighting the bad guys, or this drug. We'll be fighting every innocent civilian on this island to keep them from what they want."
Cap stood up with a polite smile.
"I should talk to Marcus."
Cap had half a mind to tell Marcus to go home. The first avenger was extremely confident in his own abilities, and nowhere near doubted Marcus', but his gut instinct told him that the terminator wouldn't be able to keep up. They just weren't used to each other. If Vision was here, Cap could easily bounce ideas and plans off of the android. But now? Now, Captain America was about to step out into the rain, surrounded by drug-laden smiles, to speak to someone he still considered a stranger. He glanced back to the old man to gauge a reaction.
"I'll be just outside. If you need anything," Cap handed him a small communicator engraved with the familiar 'A' of the Avengers. "I'll be there."
With that, Captain America stepped back outside and back into the unknown.
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