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[ The video turns on to a view of a man’s face, and those observant enough to notice nitpicky details might realize that this is a man who’s familiar with and comfortable using strange bits of technology. There’s no fear in his eyes, no outward confusion or panic. He looks calm and in control, and when he speaks, he sounds like it, too. ]

Hello. My name’s Steve Rogers and I just recently arrived from a city called New York. I was debriefed about the situation and I wanted to offer my help to anyone who needs it.

[ He pauses for a moment as he collects his thoughts. These days, it’s not often that he goes somewhere that people aren’t at least slightly familiar with who he is. Providing a brief resume is a somewhat novel experience. ]

I’ve been a soldier for a long time, but I’m also good with my hands. Construction, farming, hunting, good old-fashioned heavy lifting, I can help with that. I can speak a number of languages, too, if anyone needs translations done. I know I’m new, but I want to pull my weight. So if you know anyone who might need a hand with something, let me know.

[ Offering a faint smile, he gives the camera a short nod. ]

Thanks for your time.

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I dunno what I expected, honestly. [He gives him a sideways glance.] Seventy years is a long damn time, and you've got all these new people hangin' around, a new team, a new world with stuff like the "internet" and you can't say dame anymore...

You can say it, you just have to ready for the looks of people who either don't know what it means or think you're old-fashioned.

[ Which is what everyone thinks of Steve, so he's gotten used to it. ]

It takes a lot of adjusting, pal. I'm not going to deny it. But it can be done. And weird as it is at first, the internet's not so hard to figure out.

Really? 'Cause I got a lecture and got told I was sexist. You don't know embarrassing until you get treated like somebody's grandpa. [It comes out an irritable grumble, because it still rankles a little, that somebody thought him that close-minded.]

Doesn't really matter for me, I figure. I'm not gettin' outta here, and if I do I'm just gettin' frozen and I probably won't remember this turtle adventure anyway.

If it's any consolation, everyone treats me like their grandpa. It's a little... awkward.

[ Especially when it comes to those dames in question. The levity dries up at what Bucky says next, though, and Steve immediately shakes his head. ]

Nobody gets left behind. If you're staying, I'll be right here with you.

Hey, you brought it on yourself, Team Dad. [He remarks with a little half grin and a light punch to the arm.] If you'da acted your age more often and learned from me how to have fun...

[But then he gives Steve a sideways glance and a slight shrug.] Probably doesn't work like that. Besides, the future needs you. Supposedly I'm there anyway, right? Just... bigger.

Think it's too late to teach an old dog new tricks?

[ Making jokes about being a senior citizen all the time probably isn't helping his case, but he doesn't have to tell Bucky about that.

And he's probably right. It probably doesn't work that way. But Steve hasn't been letting people tell him what is and isn't impossible since day one. He's not about to start now. ]

I think you'd be surprised at how malleable the space-time continuum actually is. [ A beat, and he adds; ] There and dating a woman so beautiful and talented, I think you make a lot of guys jealous.

Nah, stick with me, pal, and we'll go places. [The grin settles comfortably on his face, and he rests his hands behind his head, watching the bustle of people going about their business for a moment.

His eyes take on a slightly sad cast when Steve mentions a girlfriend, though. He can put two and two together, he knows what him being frozen for decades probably meant for the girl he wanted to go back for after the war was over. It's been a little over a year since he's seen her, and he'd never really talked about her, but he'd always had it in his head that he'd get to see her again when they'd ousted the Nazis from Germany.] Sounds swell. So what do we need a malleable space-time continuum for anyway, then?

[ Steve can relate. He's left so many behind, and even though he's gotten to see some of them again, there are others - like Peggy - who he's had to come to grips with losing. It seems like time marches on for everyone but him.

He doesn't dwell on it now. He can't. For now, he simply tries to enjoy the time they have like this. ]

Speaking of going places, is there anywhere to go on a turtle? Seems like it'd be a little limited on exciting things to do.

[The change in subject is welcome. It's still hard to think about, waking up decades in the future and getting used to a new world and new people. It had almost been easier thinking he was just dead. After all, death was an occupational hazard of being in the Army, of being on the front lines as much as Bucky was. He'd made plans for after the war like everyone else, but some part of him had maybe known that he wouldn't actually make it. He'd just never imagined this.]

You don't know the half of it. There's nothin' interesting going on unless it's some cataclysmic event. Toro and I have a bar in Earth Sector we like to go to on Saturday nights, but it still ain't much. Can't exactly go dancing or pick up girls like we used to on leave.

Maybe we can put something together.

[ Not that Steve is much of a party planner, but if there are enough people interested in entertainment, he can't imagine that it would be too hard to figure something out. That and he really doesn't know what else to do with himself, other than try to solve the mystery of the turtle's sickness. ]

Somehow.

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