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Steve?
I-- I wanted to talk to you about something. About Bruce. [She takes a shaky breath, clearly nervous about this entire idea and not used to leaving messages, period.] We never told him anything about what happened in South Africa. Maybe we should have.
I-- I wanted to talk to you about something. About Bruce. [She takes a shaky breath, clearly nervous about this entire idea and not used to leaving messages, period.] We never told him anything about what happened in South Africa. Maybe we should have.
[ It's surprising to get the message, but its contents aren't exactly comforting. He hadn't been against telling Bruce what had gone on there. Yet... ]
Did something happen? [ Definitely not a good thing considering. But wait: ] Let's meet up first. Where are you?
Did something happen? [ Definitely not a good thing considering. But wait: ] Let's meet up first. Where are you?
Not with him, with the matching. It made me think, but nothing's wrong.
[Well, nothing that's going to cause a problem for anyone else.]
Harashan -- there is a park on the river across from a cafe called the Paradise. [Ugh who names these things?] I can come to you if it is easier.
[Well, nothing that's going to cause a problem for anyone else.]
Harashan -- there is a park on the river across from a cafe called the Paradise. [Ugh who names these things?] I can come to you if it is easier.
Captain America? It's Queen Medusa.
[ It could conceivably occur to her that he might not know her. The normal rules have gone out the window. Time travel has always been possible. But it wouldn't do a damn thing to change how she'd approach this. Direct is the only way. ]
We need to speak.
[ It could conceivably occur to her that he might not know her. The normal rules have gone out the window. Time travel has always been possible. But it wouldn't do a damn thing to change how she'd approach this. Direct is the only way. ]
We need to speak.
[ Queen who? If she recognizes him, then she must be from a point in time where they haven't met yet. At least, for him. Steve's willing to try though, even if he's a little on guard right now. He crosses his arms. ]
You got a place in mind? [ In person is always better. ]
You got a place in mind? [ In person is always better. ]
Wherever you would be most comfortable. Or feel would be most private. Your knowledge of this place far exceeds my own at the moment.
[ She hasn't been here long enough to know where the best place to conduct such conversations might be. Medusa's not even entirely sure what she wants to say, except to reaffirm a connection. Or what she should tell him about...other things. ]
[ She hasn't been here long enough to know where the best place to conduct such conversations might be. Medusa's not even entirely sure what she wants to say, except to reaffirm a connection. Or what she should tell him about...other things. ]
Anywhere can be made private. [ He thinks the captains of this ship haven't really considered tapping conversations, so all they'd have to do is avoid other crew if they needed to. Steve drops his arms and glances over his shoulder—by the decor behind him, he's in his room. ] Mess hall. Ten minutes.
[ He offers her a short smile. ] I'll get a table.
[ He offers her a short smile. ] I'll get a table.
I'll meet you there.
[ Another person, in such a precarious and unfamiliar situation, might decide to lay low and keep a low profile. Medusa declines to do this. She couldn't hide her nature for long, even if she wanted to— and she doesn't want to. They should know who they're dealing with. They should be very aware of who they've chosen to meddle with. She makes no effort to control the sprawl of her hair, and she acts like she owns every inch of space. Like she should be in charge.
(It rankles her that she's not.)
He seems right enough that she doesn't instantly notice, when she sees him in person, that he's not right. Her version of right. And even if she did, Medusa wouldn't allow it to show. If pride and poise is all she has left, she'll take it. ]
Captain Rogers.
[ There's just the hint of something softening, some relief. A slight smile. ]
As I'm the one who proposed the meeting, I hope you'll forgive me for not offering to buy you coffee.
[ Another person, in such a precarious and unfamiliar situation, might decide to lay low and keep a low profile. Medusa declines to do this. She couldn't hide her nature for long, even if she wanted to— and she doesn't want to. They should know who they're dealing with. They should be very aware of who they've chosen to meddle with. She makes no effort to control the sprawl of her hair, and she acts like she owns every inch of space. Like she should be in charge.
(It rankles her that she's not.)
He seems right enough that she doesn't instantly notice, when she sees him in person, that he's not right. Her version of right. And even if she did, Medusa wouldn't allow it to show. If pride and poise is all she has left, she'll take it. ]
Captain Rogers.
[ There's just the hint of something softening, some relief. A slight smile. ]
As I'm the one who proposed the meeting, I hope you'll forgive me for not offering to buy you coffee.
Why does your friend want to know? Who is this?
[ He might be willing to answer that more in-depth with someone he knows, who's familiar with the history, but a lot of that isn't something he really wants to think too much about right now. And even if a name shows up on the MID, Steve isn't so sure he should. ]
[ He might be willing to answer that more in-depth with someone he knows, who's familiar with the history, but a lot of that isn't something he really wants to think too much about right now. And even if a name shows up on the MID, Steve isn't so sure he should. ]
[ He doesn't know what to think of her when he sees her in person—and there's a lot to take in. Her hair, the presence that fills the room when she enters it and moves to speak with him. Her smile earns one from Steve, something just as soft though erring on the side of cautious. This much is true: he certainly doesn't know her. But that doesn't mean he won't try, and the more allies there were on the ship, the better it would be for everyone in the long run.
There's a glance in the direction of the kitchen. ]
I think it's free anyway, but there should be time for that later. [ And he skips straight to the reason they're both there, gesturing for her to take a seat if she wants. ] What can I do for you?
There's a glance in the direction of the kitchen. ]
I think it's free anyway, but there should be time for that later. [ And he skips straight to the reason they're both there, gesturing for her to take a seat if she wants. ] What can I do for you?
[ Medusa can be accused of many things. She's temperamental, vicious in her anger when roused. Stubborn, occasionally to the point of forcing herself to believe in what she wants rather than what's true. But one thing she has never been is stupid. Or poor at reading signals, when she's spent her life with a man who could never communicate with her in words. She knows what's going on. ]
I suppose we should dispense with this immediately. You are not the Steven Rogers I know, are you?
[ It's not like it isn't obvious. He doesn't look quite right. He doesn't greet her the way the man she knew would. He would be happier to see her. At least, he would feel something besides reserved politeness. ]
You have no idea who I am.
I suppose we should dispense with this immediately. You are not the Steven Rogers I know, are you?
[ It's not like it isn't obvious. He doesn't look quite right. He doesn't greet her the way the man she knew would. He would be happier to see her. At least, he would feel something besides reserved politeness. ]
You have no idea who I am.
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