thecapitol | who are we to be emotional

WHO| Steph and YOU!
WHAT| Arrival Shenanigans
WHEN| Today after she gets dropped in Panem
WHERE| Training Center, District 8 Suites, Rooftop
WARNINGS| None at the moment!

Training Center

This isn't the first time Stephanie has woken up in a strange place, but it was certainly the first time for a mob of armed guards informing her that she was now apart of a battle royal to the death. She'd insisted that they must be joking, but when they got nasty and threatened violence, she backed off. Contrary to popular belief, she didn't actually enjoy getting beat up. There was also the nagging feeling that something was very wrong with her, she just couldn't place what, which is why she's here in the training center.

It doesn't take long for her to discover that they're somehow blocking the serum in her body. Her punches don't move the sandbags like they used to, and she gets winded so easily that it's alarming. Steph stops the bag from swinging, breathing hard and fast. None of this boded well.

District 8 Suites

The district suites where they dropped her off are ridiculous to say the least. They're huge and gaudy and she can't quite decide if she likes them or not; It's so much space for so few people. She might be biased in that respect, but there's no denying the scale and luxury of it all.

Steph is poking around the common areas and the kitchen, investigating all the bells and whistles. It's not like she has much else to do.

Rooftop

After everything that's happened so far, Steph has wandered to the rooftop for some fresh air. She has to admit that the view of the city is is impressive. It's still a whole different world, hostile and controlling, apparently feeding on death and pain like it's going out of style. It's frustrating to be so powerless in the face of such gross injustices. But none of that means she's about to give up. No, she's just got to come up with a plan of attack. And there's no use rushing headlong into trouble.

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Steph stops dead in her tracks at the sight and sound of him. Out of all the people she expected to meet here, he was certainly not one of them. She's startled, but supposes it's not too much of a stretch that they brought more than one of them there.

"Tony." She walks over to talk to him, leaning on the railing beside him. No sense in yelling across a rooftop. "When did you get here?"

"Uh. Five months, three weeks, two days ago."

He replies with casually. He's gotten kind of used to people knowing who he is here, not that it was overly hard for him to adapt to at all. However he had to admit there was a certainly level of familiarity coming from her in the way she spoke to him that felt like more than the 'I've read comics about you' or 'I go to the same coffee shop everyday just to see if I can spot you flying off in your suit.' kinds of familiarity.

And as such he looks at her like he would look at anyone else he doesn't know who knows him. With a neutral expression.

"Five months?" Time must work differently here, because she's sure she would have heard if Tony had gone missing for that long. It's still a startling length for him to have been here; And he's acting weird to boot. They might not have been the closest of teammates when they parted after New York, but she liked to think they where at least friendly.

"Is anyone else here?"

As she quires him on it being five months, Tony just nods with a shrug wondering why she would doubt him. After all why would he feel the need to lie about that to anyone let alone someone he doesn't kno-...er remember?

"Ah, sure. A whole lot of people? Are you maybe expecting someone in particular?"

Right now the only thing he can really feel about this conversation is confused, there's no mistaking that she is certain she knows him. He can't think of anyway to approach it without sounding rude, so really he doesn't plan to try.

"I need to ask. Do you work for me? Well Pepper, I guess if I want to be accurate. Or a gala maybe? Or... When I was drunk?"

She's was asking after other Avengers in particular, but shelves that part of the conversation for a later date. If he's pretending he doesn't know her, she's going to kill him. If he honestly doesn't recognize her, then that's a cause for concern.

"Tony," She starts slowly. "It's me."

Alright, that's not all that helpful. "Stephanie Rogers. Captain America. Ringing any bells?"

"Captain America rings a lot of bells." Tony starts with a very measured tone. "Though, the person in all that lycra and glitter is Steven Rogers."

Tony says with absolute surety. Because if there's one thing Tony is a silent authority on, it's Captain Steve Rogers and Captain America. Hard not to be when your father helped make him the man he was today and wouldn't stop talking about him.

"So either you're from an alternate universe, or trying to find an interesting way to talk to me like you know me."

What he's saying doesn't make a whole lot of sense; Her name certainly isn't Steven and as far as she knew, no one had ever claimed the title and shield but her. And she does know him, and she has no reason to pretend otherwise.

"What do you mean by 'alternate universe'?" Steph is vaguely familiar with the concept of the nine realms, thanks to a quick crash course with Thor, but that doesn't quite explain things either.

"Well the basic definition is a universe like your own only an alternate version of it. Like where I actually keep my face shaven, Bruce is blonde, Steve Rogers is a woman. You know stuff like that."

Then he adds on.

"We're actually lizards. Small changes in the timeline, offshooting into a completely different universe. I mean after all, the right hormonal change at the right moment is what changes that second X to a Y in the grand chromosomal scale of things."

After everything he's seen here he's open to going out on a limb then starts to circle her.

"So, Erskine really picked you, huh?"

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