Steve isn't psychic, but he's good at reading body language. The past hour has made it obvious he has to approach Tony with caution. Before that, he realized friendly hugs and touches were not the norm. He doesn't necessarily get the why, but the fact that he and Tony are maybe, possibly, starting to mend bridges makes him more interested in finding out.
Gently. Carefully. Slowly.
"Christ," he mutters, inadvertently picturing child Tony Stark with action figures of Captain America. Little plush toys of the dancing monkey in a star-spangled uniform. "That's as bad as Coulson."
Oh, damn. If their plan works out here, Phil won't die. That's bound to change the future for the better. Light a fire under him, he'll ferret out any Hydra agents within SHIELD...God. If they can get Bucky and have Coulson and the Steve that belongs to this time take care of him, he'll be just fine.
"People see what they want to see, when they look at me. I don't know when that got started. After the serum, after the USO tour. Maybe during the war or maybe not until I was presumed dead in the Arctic. But they see what they want to believe in, and then sometimes they think because I wear the uniform I'm the one that originated the concept. Freedom, the American Dream, whatever. I never planned on that. I only wanted to be good enough to fight alongside the other guys."
"I think it's like how when you're a kid they tell you about how George Washington couldn't tell a lie about chopping down the cherry tree. When I wear the uniform, I'm a parable. It's not me. " The other Avengers know better, to be fair, although he's cagey about letting even them in too deep.
"Not saying your anger isn't valid or anything. I'd be pissed off, too. If it helps any, I like Iron Man better than Captain America. I was really going to keep that bobblehead. But I was angry with Howard, too, when we first met. I took it out on you. That wasn't fair."
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Date: 2018-06-20 07:22 pm (UTC)Gently. Carefully. Slowly.
"Christ," he mutters, inadvertently picturing child Tony Stark with action figures of Captain America.
Little plush toys of the dancing monkey in a star-spangled uniform. "That's as bad as Coulson."Oh, damn. If their plan works out here, Phil won't die. That's bound to change the future for the better. Light a fire under him, he'll ferret out any Hydra agents within SHIELD...God. If they can get Bucky and have Coulson and the Steve that belongs to this time take care of him, he'll be just fine.
"People see what they want to see, when they look at me. I don't know when that got started. After the serum, after the USO tour. Maybe during the war or maybe not until I was presumed dead in the Arctic. But they see what they want to believe in, and then sometimes they think because I wear the uniform I'm the one that originated the concept. Freedom, the American Dream, whatever. I never planned on that. I only wanted to be good enough to fight alongside the other guys."
"I think it's like how when you're a kid they tell you about how George Washington couldn't tell a lie about chopping down the cherry tree. When I wear the uniform, I'm a parable. It's not me. " The other Avengers know better, to be fair, although he's cagey about letting even them in too deep.
"Not saying your anger isn't valid or anything. I'd be pissed off, too. If it helps any, I like Iron Man better than Captain America. I was really going to keep that bobblehead. But I was angry with Howard, too, when we first met. I took it out on you. That wasn't fair."