Damn that bleach blond hair-color. They could have washed it in purple shampoo a few times to cut the brassiness, but he and Tony were otherwise occupied. Steve doesn't regret that. It was always going to be awkward, having this discussion, whether he came in brassy blond or with knee-length pastel rainbow curls. He's looking at himself now, and Tony really did do a good job with the haircut, but how does he look so much younger? Maybe there's some distortion in his own mind when he sees himself in the mirror, because this guy...
Well. That's irrelevant. More important is the stance, and it makes Steve want to laugh a little in recognition. Of course, at this point in his life he was more of a boxer-brawler, before the months of SHIELD-sponsored lessons in krav maga and taekwondo. The last thing he wants is to fight himself, though. He does plenty of that already.
"If I hit you, I'd just end up with my own face hurting," he says wryly, considers a moment, and sits on the dais leading up to the altar. It puts him at a tremendous physical disadvantage, should they come to blows, but he knows he has backup. And the other Steve does not know, and will hopefully not find out.
"I'm you. From the future," he says, dimly aware this is straying into meme territory but choosing to ignore the irony. "Someone you could potentially end up being, at least, if events in this world go the way they did where I come from. And you don't want events to go the way they did where I come from, because if they do, half of the living things in the universe will die."
"I know that sounds nuts, and I know you already feel like you've given everything you could, because I feel that way, too. But the universe isn't fair, so you're gonna need to hear me out."
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Date: 2018-07-20 02:10 pm (UTC)Well. That's irrelevant. More important is the stance, and it makes Steve want to laugh a little in recognition. Of course, at this point in his life he was more of a boxer-brawler, before the months of SHIELD-sponsored lessons in krav maga and taekwondo. The last thing he wants is to fight himself, though. He does plenty of that already.
"If I hit you, I'd just end up with my own face hurting," he says wryly, considers a moment, and sits on the dais leading up to the altar. It puts him at a tremendous physical disadvantage, should they come to blows, but he knows he has backup. And the other Steve does not know, and will hopefully not find out.
"I'm you. From the future," he says, dimly aware this is straying into meme territory but choosing to ignore the irony. "Someone you could potentially end up being, at least, if events in this world go the way they did where I come from. And you don't want events to go the way they did where I come from, because if they do, half of the living things in the universe will die."
"I know that sounds nuts, and I know you already feel like you've given everything you could, because I feel that way, too. But the universe isn't fair, so you're gonna need to hear me out."