Technically, Steve doesn’t have to do anything. He feels outnumbered right now, even if there’s just a supposedly older version of himself sitting alone in front of him, and while he never minds being the lone soldier in a fight against an army, he doesn’t like walking into a situation where he doesn’t and can never have the strategical advantage. Not if what this man tells him is actually the truth. If he’s truly from the future, and his memory is as good as his own, he already knows what could and will happen.
Steve doesn’t like it. Steve doesn’t like the location. He doesn’t like the exhaustion in the other’s voice. He doesn’t like the spot he’s in. And he doesn’t like how distrustful he is of himself.
“You’ve got to appreciate the spot you’ve put me in. If you’re me, from the future,” saying it sounds so stupid that he finds his stance shifting slightly towards center again, “then you know I don’t take well to being lied to.” And he’ll sniff it out too. It took him exactly thirty seconds to dismantle the room he woke up in. The lighting in here isn’t as good as it had been at the SHIELD facility, but if he can pick out the strangeness in a half listened to baseball game, a not-quite-right hairstyle, and an off-kilter uniform, he can find something wrong here too.
More than just that odd hair color.
“You’re going to have to give me some proof.” Steve only has faith in one thing, and that’s the guy who used to be worshipped every Sunday in this church. Nothing else beats out God. He clings to that notion now more than ever, even if God’s gotten himself a facelift too, just like the city.
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Date: 2018-07-20 03:03 pm (UTC)Steve doesn’t like it. Steve doesn’t like the location. He doesn’t like the exhaustion in the other’s voice. He doesn’t like the spot he’s in. And he doesn’t like how distrustful he is of himself.
“You’ve got to appreciate the spot you’ve put me in. If you’re me, from the future,” saying it sounds so stupid that he finds his stance shifting slightly towards center again, “then you know I don’t take well to being lied to.” And he’ll sniff it out too. It took him exactly thirty seconds to dismantle the room he woke up in. The lighting in here isn’t as good as it had been at the SHIELD facility, but if he can pick out the strangeness in a half listened to baseball game, a not-quite-right hairstyle, and an off-kilter uniform, he can find something wrong here too.
More than just that odd hair color.
“You’re going to have to give me some proof.” Steve only has faith in one thing, and that’s the guy who used to be worshipped every Sunday in this church. Nothing else beats out God. He clings to that notion now more than ever, even if God’s gotten himself a facelift too, just like the city.