savesthedance | First Shield ☆ Video

[Since Steve had arrived in Somarium, he had spent his time trying to adjust not only to this new world, but this new time. Coming from 1944 to a modern age was definitely not easy, but he was doing...well, well enough, especially with the help of Tony.

And now he was finally giving his Dreamberry a try.

...

Yeah, the feed's upside down. But fortunately he realized it pretty fast, flipping it over with a sheepish grin.]

Sorry. First time, uh, using this...thing. [He rubs the back of his head for a second, then he gets a bit more serious. He was on a mission, after all.]

First off, I'd like to ask. Is there a tailor anywhere around here? I have a suit I need fixed up. [His poor Captain America suit. It sure got beat up in that plane crash.]

Secondly, is there....a place to buy motorcycles? I kinda miss my Harley. [It wasn't the only thing he missed, but he was trying not to think too much on Peggy right now. And since he couldn't get drunk still, what better way to keep his mind off things than by getting a motorcycle?]

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Indeed. Though I do not recall adding the to my title. [Arthur does not include a "pleased to meet you" because he still finds people's reactions to him in this land to be rather odd sometimes. Steve doesn't seem like he's from Camelot, especially with the talk of preferring magical bikes over horses.] I do suspect you've heard of me some place before.

[ Dave isn't good at prolonged silence, unfortunately, so he'll start rambling again in five... four... three... ]

Cool, formalities and pleasantries out of the way, I'm guessing you're the new guy around here since you can't hold the fucking dreamberry for shit and you're doing the typical "what's around here. I'm ass backwards right now and need someone to gently hold my hand and guide me through this trying time" thing.

[ He didn't even wait for two :C ]

Alright, thanks.

[He nods in return, then hangs up as well.

It wasn't much later that he arrived in front of what he believed to be the right apartment building. He checked his Dreamberry again and compared the address just to be sure, then glanced around, trying to spot the man he was there to meet. He was a little early, but he was willing to wait if he had to.]

[He simply shook his head.] It was my choice. I accepted my fate. There's nothing to be sorry about.

[He somewhat returns the smile, nodding as well.] Alright then, Bela.

You died a hero then? [It's asked quietly as well as respectfully. A rare thing coming from her.]

Thank you, Steve. I appreciate it.

Yeah, you're....somewhat of a legend, in my time. [He rubs the back of his head, getting the feeling Arthur got this reaction before. So he made a point to try and act like it wasn't much of a big deal. Even though it kind of was.]

[He's almost unsure if he should even respond, but he goes ahead and does.]

Yeah, I'm pretty new here. But...the technology here is nothing like what I've got back home. Learning how to use it all isn't exactly easy.

[He paused, unsure of how to respond to that. He didn't like to call himself a hero. He wasn't any better than any of the soldiers out there fighting. But what he did...could he really deny that it was heroic?] Guess you could say that.

No problem. Just let me know if I cross any lines, alright? [Just...to be safe. Women seriously confuse him.]

[Spotting the other man quickly as he gets out of his apartment building, Desmond waves and jogs up to him.]

Hey. I'm Desmond, by the way. [He offers his hand to shake]

It's kind of.. funny-looking. Er. Sorry, I didn't mean it like that, what I meant is that, where I'm from, we don't exactly wear clothing like that. It looks like it would be very. Tight. [A beat.] What I mean is, I'll give a go at fixing it up. Do you think you would be able to drop it off sometime? I'm kind of.. [being a terrible servant and dallying on the job] busy right now.

You sacrificed yourself to save others. I'd say that was heroic. [Her tone is still pretty hushed, but the respect is still there.]

I'll let you know. Though I doubt you'll be doing that.

[Steve spotted the man as well, walking over to meet him. He smiled, shaking his hand.]

Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you, Desmond.

I was just doing what had to be done. [Seriously, he doesn't do the whole praising himself thing. He doesn't feel he deserves the glory.]

You never know. I've been known to be terrible at talking to women.

You're modest too. A rare quality in a person. [As Bela was anything but modest.]

Do you see me running the other way? I think you're not as bad as you believe you are.

No, seriously? Wouldn't have guessed considering your masterful use of it here.

[The bartender nods curtly]

Likewise, Steve. [He then starts to walk towards the garage, unlocking his own. He pulls up the door and reveals two motorbikes: the one he bought for himself and the one Kara left in his care when she returned home.]

Here it is. I hope it's to your taste?

[Steve followed, pausing until Desmond pointed out the one he was looking into.]

May I? [He wanted a closer look, but already, he was impressed. This was a nice bike, for sure.]

[He offers a small grin to the other man, his hand already fishing for the keys in his pocket.]

Yeah, sure! [He throws the keys at Steve] She's got a nice purr with her 100hrp. She keeps the road well too.

[Okay, maybe a genuine chuckle at that.] Hey, it's better than my old suit. And I can't say it's normal back home, either. It was kind of made special for me.

[He nods, very thankful that Merlin's even going to try.] Sure, I can. Whatever works best for you. I'm just grateful you're willing to give it a shot.

[Sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his head.]

I've had some practice. You should have seen me a few years back. [Back when he was a foot shorter and weighed about ninety-five pounds.]

[He was kind of endearing to her.]

I'm sure you weren't terrible, Steve. But then practice makes perfect, doesn't it?

I'm sure I can't be as bad as some people. [At least he's trying.]

[He catches the keys, walking over to the bike. He crouches, running his hand over it's body as he looks over the details, nodding at the information Desmond was telling him.]

Not bad. [Once done looking over the details, he throws his leg over it, putting in the keys and turning the engine on. Man did this bike sound nice.]

As far as I've seen? Bottom ten percent.

Oh, no. I was terrible. But yeah. Practice makes perfect. Can't say I'm perfect yet, though. [He laughs a little, thinking of how many times Peggy had fussed at him at just how badly he was with talking to women. But thinking about Peggy saddened him, too. How he missed her...]

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