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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Yeah, I am.

I'll be waiting for you in front of the building so you don't miss it.

[And Desmond nods curtly before hanging up.]

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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.]

[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]

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

Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you, Desmond.

[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.

[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.]

[It's easy to see that the other man can appreciate a good bike by the way he lets his hands run over the chassis of the mount. Selling the Harley to Steve might be a good idea after all. He can see how the bike will be appreciated. Desmond walks up to the shelves at the back of the garage and picks up his helmet, as well as the one Kara left. He offers it to the blond]

You're welcome to take her for her spin if you want. She hasn't been out in a while.

Sure you don't mind? [Of course he has to double check, but he's already grinning. Man does he want to test this baby out. He knows he's probably jumping into this, but he's already so tempted to buy this one...]

Yeah, I'm sure. It's collecting dust here anyway.

[Desmond is already straddling his own bike. He does intend to follow Steve, not out of lack of trust for the other man, but simply because he wants to see how the soldier is going to handle the Harley. He starts his motorcycle, the engine reeving to a higher, more nervous pitch. It's clear that his is made for speed. He slips on his helmet and waits for Steve]

Thanks, then. [With another grin he slipped on the helmet, mostly because the man offered it to him. He wasn't used to wearing a helmet when riding. At least, one that was remotely similar to this. But it was Desmond's bike; he would do as the other male did.

After a quick glance to Desmond, he hit the gas and started the bike out of the garage. Already, he was loving it. But part of that could have arguably been that he had just really missed riding on one.]

[Desmond follows Steve a little bit behind, grinning under the helmet as he zigzags between other cars. No matter what shitty things has happened to him because of his motorcycle license, he still enjoys it immensely and not even the Templars can take that from him.]

[Steve doesn't take the bike far. He just goes around a block or two, before bringing it back to Desmond's place. He parks it, pulling off the helmet, a huge grin on his face.

He wanted this bike. So badly.]

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