"Tony, don't be ridiculous. You know I can't catch genital warts," Steve tells him primly, unable, even in the face of his younger self, to refrain from exchanging smartassery.
He quiets down obligingly when the other Steve calls 'uncle', looking at the floor to hide a smirk. For as strange as this situation is, he feels like he's adapting pretty damn well. Even his alternate is coping better than he was afraid of. Surely another shoe will drop before much longer, but he'll take a moment of relief in the interim.
Alas, it is only a short moment. He doesn't interrupt Tony's explanation, nodding once or twice in support, but once he trails off, he takes over. "The thing is, the cube has one of the stones we need to destroy, but Loki's going to show up carrying the other, in a kind of staff. Do not let anyone know that's what he has. I'm not sure he even knows what it is, himself, and if not, it needs to stay that way. He's not the one we're most worried about, but he's still a ruthless killer."
There's a moment of hesitation, because there's a lot he could add to this debriefing, but it's already on the edge of too much. "When this is over, there's something else you should know," he tells his alternate. "And I will tell you, I promise. But right now the less you have to deal with, the better. What we need from you is to make sure Loki gets away--without killing anyone, and with the scepter in hand--when we fake the attack he's expecting."
"And we need you to keep your head. The sceptre can brainwash people, and it can...pull aggression and emotions out of you that you might not normally lose yourself in. Be wary, especially when it's close by."
That's a lot of caveats. And if they expected the younger Steve to question nothing, they were certainly doomed to disappointment.
"What you're telling me," he says, with visible skepticism, "is to sit back and let an alien invasion happen, and the two of you will take care of it. Is that right? You can't tell me there won't be any casualties with this plan."
The older Steve grimaces. "This is triage, Rogers. There will be casualties, and a hell of a lot of property damage, but it will be less than we've seen. Fewer than will come later on, if we don't destroy the stones."
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Date: 2018-07-23 06:46 pm (UTC)He quiets down obligingly when the other Steve calls 'uncle', looking at the floor to hide a smirk. For as strange as this situation is, he feels like he's adapting pretty damn well. Even his alternate is coping better than he was afraid of. Surely another shoe will drop before much longer, but he'll take a moment of relief in the interim.
Alas, it is only a short moment. He doesn't interrupt Tony's explanation, nodding once or twice in support, but once he trails off, he takes over. "The thing is, the cube has one of the stones we need to destroy, but Loki's going to show up carrying the other, in a kind of staff. Do not let anyone know that's what he has. I'm not sure he even knows what it is, himself, and if not, it needs to stay that way. He's not the one we're most worried about, but he's still a ruthless killer."
There's a moment of hesitation, because there's a lot he could add to this debriefing, but it's already on the edge of too much. "When this is over, there's something else you should know," he tells his alternate. "And I will tell you, I promise. But right now the less you have to deal with, the better. What we need from you is to make sure Loki gets away--without killing anyone, and with the scepter in hand--when we fake the attack he's expecting."
"And we need you to keep your head. The sceptre can brainwash people, and it can...pull aggression and emotions out of you that you might not normally lose yourself in. Be wary, especially when it's close by."
That's a lot of caveats. And if they expected the younger Steve to question nothing, they were certainly doomed to disappointment.
"What you're telling me," he says, with visible skepticism, "is to sit back and let an alien invasion happen, and the two of you will take care of it. Is that right? You can't tell me there won't be any casualties with this plan."
The older Steve grimaces. "This is triage, Rogers. There will be casualties, and a hell of a lot of property damage, but it will be less than we've seen. Fewer than will come later on, if we don't destroy the stones."