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my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

WHO: Steve Rogers and YOU, FAM
WHERE: The Lucky Cat Café in Heropa.
WHEN: Shortly after this post.
WHAT: You want smoothies? You get smoothies. Come catch up with ol' Cap while he gets the low down on everything he's missed — or, if you've never met, get a smoothie on the house anyway. He's not picky.
WARNINGS: None expected.

[ Well hey there, buckarino; here to collect on a free beverage, are you? Or hey, maybe you're just here when the big man with the plan comes by and figure it's a good time to get to know his pretty mug, that's cool too. One way or the other, Captain Rogers is here at the café for the purpose of seeing some faces, old or new — and for the excuse of bringing business to Cass as the first of many apologies for being away. Man's gotta start someplace, doesn't he? He shows up dressed down in a plain t-shirt and jeans after stashing his shield and gear at home, and takes a seat at the front where he can be easily found. Grab a drink at the counter, pull up a chair if you see fit, and get ready to be debriefed; Steve's got a hell of a lot of catching up to do. ]

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[Sorry people and friends of Lucky Cat Cafe, Cass is a woman on a mission. She already screamed briefly on the comm before she saw him already coming around the corner, so now it's just a matter of getting to him. So Steve better be prepared to be assaulted before he's even in the door -- the lady that dropped her comm almost as soon as she screamed at his post is already kicking off the floor to get him in as big as a hug as her small body can accomplish.]

[ Well, upside is he was expecting that so he was prepared — mostly to roll back into the hug so she doesn't hurt herself launching at a proverbial brick house. He lets out a little chortle of a laugh, reaching down to put an arm around her shoulders. ]

Careful; don't wanna hurt yourself there.

What? You think I can't handle a little collision with Rogers?

[Landing badly on those steel muscles would've probably hurt. But that's Steve for you -- he wouldn't have let that happen! She lets herself hang there in a the hug for a few seconds, squeezing tight.]

You're back!

[ It's a funny thing; for him, he wasn't gone long at all, but he's actually missed her too... because, in that short little span of time, he didn't remember her. He didn't remember her, or the cafe, or Heropa — none of it. Despite himself, he's ended up a bit rattled by the whole thing. ]

Sure seems that way.

[ He lets her hold on for as long as she likes before he leans back to look her over, checking for anything important he may have missed. Making sure she's been safe. ]

Did you take good care of yourself while I was gone?

Me? Take care of myself? [Oh you should've seen the number of pies and cakes and bread that she made, Steve. She fed hundreds. But she grins, nevertheless.] Of course I did! I couldn't make the kids worry even more than they already do, can I?

[She's looking whole. And uninjured, too! She never sustained any injuries that lasted or left permanent marks. No notable grey hairs, either, as she lands back on her feet and raises a hand to his cheek, looking him over, too.]

Got to make sure I was here for you to come back to, right?

[ Miles isn't here because of network post; he's here because of the space Russian who's a new face behind the counter making coffee, who just so happens to be Miles' father. When Miles comes in for his daily sugar concoction, he spots the new, blond face sitting up front and wanders over curiously.

Miles himself cuts an unusual figure. 4'8" at most, with a curved back and leg braces, though the latter two are mostly hidden under his utterly mundane hoodie/jeans combo. Still, he has a faintly military bearing to him, and he swaggers enough to take up the space of a person twice his height. (He also looks exceedingly like Hermann, thanks facetwin PBs.) ]

You're a new face. Or an old one returning?

[ Given Cass' reaction, he assumes the latter. ]

[ He glances up — then has himself a bit of a double-take. Hermann's face... but not Hermann. He's had this happen before, with that guy that looked just like Bucky, but it doesn't stop being weird. He shakes off the surreal moment. ]

Old one returning.

[ Steve gets to his feet and offers his hand; he recognizes another man who's served his country, and responds with the according camaraderie. ]

Steve Rogers.

[ Miles returns it firmly, though he is careful not to squeeze too hard lest he accidentally break something. That would be awkward. The double-take ... well that could be for a couple reasons. Sometimes it's nice having people react because of Hermann and not due to his diminutive stature. ]

Welcome back, then. I'm Miles Naismith. [ He glances over Steve, recognizing that military sort of look in turn. ] Admiral - yourself?

[ Charles had been in Heropa for work reasons but with that obligation seen too he was grabbing himself a quick snack before heading back up to Nonah.

He had not seen Steve's message so wasn't expecting a free anything when he ordered a tropical flavor smoothie. He'd heard about these things but hadn't yet indulged in one. Today was a first!

Taking his smoothie, he tried to balance the beverage in one hand, while navigating his chair back away from the counter. He was getting better at handling the chair, in general but occasionally circumstances still got the better of him.. He managed to get himself out of the way of the other customers but in doing so, backed himself in behind a set of tables where he then ended up stuck. ]

Bother. [ He remarked, taking his hand off the large wheels and pausing for a moment to study his predicament. ] Left turn at Albuquerque and all that...

[ Charles isn't there longer than a moment before a hand reaches out, lifting one of the tables with ease to get it off the back of the man's wheelchair. ]

There we go. One sec—

[ The owner of said hand steps into view to scoot the other table out of the way before straightening up, making sure nothing else is stuck. ]

All good?

[ The movement came out of the corner of his eye and Charles looked up in time to watch Steve effortless heft the table up and out of the way. Both eyebrows lifted, he hadn't seen anyone other than Hank manage such a feat. ]

That is ... ah, I mean. Pardon. [ Gawk later, professor, shift your arse now.

Balancing the smoothing in between his knees, Charles took advantage of the space provided and rolled his chair out of trouble. However, rather than keep wheeling, he stopped and turned the chair about, looking back at Steve. ]

Thank you, for the assistance. That was, impressive. [ Rolling a little bit further, he sat forward and extended his hand, smiling in a friendly manner. ]

Professor Charles Xavier.

[Skye had seen his video on the comm but had been in such a state of fangirling she couldn't say anything. Instead she just booked it to the cafe he mentioned. Opening the door, Skye stood there for a good few seconds openly staring at him. Mouth open so wide her jaw might fall off.]

Oh my god.

[She hadn't meant to say that out loud.]

Sorry, it's just you are-!

[Well now she's just embarrassing herself.]

Well you know who you are. I'm Skye.

[Shoot her. Please.]

[ It's not a look he's unfamiliar with — though he usually tries to avoid it whenever possible. Steve's never been particularly good with people viewing him as a hero; he's just a guy with the tools to face down the bullies of the world. But hey, he's Captain America: he's used to it. When Skye blurts out her excitement he offers her an understanding smile. ]

Yeah, I get that sometimes.

[ Most times. Lots of times. ]

Nice to meet you, Skye. Mind if I ask if I'm a person or a comic book character where you come from?

[What? Oh.]

Oh. Well, um, comic books have been made after you and the others? If that's what you mean...

Otherwise, yeah, you're a person. Although that's questionable sometimes. What with the-

[Skye gestures towards his body. Immediately regretting it but still blurting out.]

Muscles and all.

[ Akito had been on his way to the Lucky Cat before browsing the network and stumbling upon a very relevant post, which he can't help but think is, well, lucky. If he takes the stranger up on his offer that means he can get a smoothie and some pastries for his birthday. Which is way better than just one or the other.

Spotting said stranger was easy enough, and Akito makes quick work of hurrying up to the counter to order a strawberry smoothie, a bunch of macarons (to hopefully share later on), and some orange sponge cake before taking a seat in front of the unfamiliar man. Akito isn't hesitant or shy - rather the opposite, really. Putting his drink and sweets down on the table, he plops down onto his chair like he's known the stranger his whole life. ]

Hi, Mister Free Smoothies! Do you want a macaron?

[ True enough, Steve's not that hard to pick out in a group — though he blends in better these days with imPorts than he did back home, that's for sure. He glances up from his own coffee with raised eyebrows before a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Outgoing children never cease to amaze him. Reminds him a bit of Bucky, really. ]

I'm good, thanks. And the name's Steve; it's a little easier than "Mister Free Smoothies."

[ had it been any other place on any other day, Akito would have been much more reserved and polite. but he's happy today - infectiously so - and is confident that he can take care of things himself if anyone reacts badly to his brash attitude. not that he thinks Steve will. ]

Mister Steve, then! Though Mister Free Smoothies still works, ne?

[ he tucks his macarons away into his bag, planning to share them with Callaghan later on. once finished with that, Akito turns his attention back to Steve. ]

Are you a friend of Hiro's auntie?

Edited (icon!!) 2016-03-13 18:00 (UTC)

[M happened to be in Heropa when he saw the network post. Normally, he wouldn't be one to take someone up on an offer for a free drink, but after catching the name attached to the post, he figured why the hell not. After all, a certain yappy chihuahua in his life named Bucky keeps going on an on about a Steve Rogers, so why not go and get to know the (possible) man behind the stories?

M slips into the chair opposite Steve, dressed in a short-sleeved white button down and jeans, and flashes him his best smile.]

I'll take you up on that smoothie, but only if I can buy you [His eyes dart over to the menu board.] a "goodie" in exchange.

So [ Bucky starts talking immediately when he gets into Steve's line of sight. He can't help it, it's just how he is as a hyper eighteen year old—Almost nineteen year old. ] Because I'm your favorite alternate brother, do I get two smoothies?

Edited 2016-03-10 23:25 (UTC)

[ Cisco will never ever ever turn down free smoothies. Ever. Even if they're from someone he's never met. He's ordering himself the biggest strawberry smoothie they sell. ]

Hey, you're the guy responsible for the free smoothies, right? Thanks!

[Magnus always wants free smoothies. Or really, anything he can get for free. He wasn't expecting free smoothies having not seen the network post about it but that would never stop him from taking advantage of it. He's getting himself the biggest size of banana/strawberry they have]

This is the best welcoming I've gotten in a while. Thanks for the freebie.

[ Kaidan didn't even reply to the post. That was going to be a little silly, wasn't it? If he was going to show up there. So he just made sure he came over to the café after work, and didn't even let Steve think about buying him a smoothie.

Mostly because his appetite -- and need for the biggest size, packed with more protein than is really necessary -- which only added to the price. He wasn't about to let Steve pay -- which was why he didn't really make sure Steve noticed him until he already had the monstrosity in hand, and headed to his table with a grin. ]

I saw you're back. Settling in okay?

[Behind the counter is a large man in the overly cute t-shirt that the Cafe sports as its uniform. He'd be far more bemused at the sudden influx following the siren call of "free" treats if it weren't for Ms. Cass launching herself at Steve Rogers at his entrance.]

It seems you were missed.

[Unlike his son with that hellishly sugary drink (may god help Heropa in about five minutes), Aral's accent is decidedly Russian flavored.]

Captain.

[Jacob had headed out to Heropa and the Lucky Cat as soon as he saw Steve's return post. Rogers coming back is one of the first genuinely good things he has seen happen in the last two lousy, crappy months. He approaches with a smile on his face and hand outstretched to shake.]

Damn good to see you again. How are you doing?

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my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

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what a perfect day for this :'D

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I see you there M don't be mean to his bro

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