Thread: Shaken Apart (Avengers/supernatural) Fox-Lady

Steve smiled a little at Sam, he really liked the younger man. it's horrible. i blame Couls... he paused and then. well. never mind. because Coulson was dead and for a moment Steve had forgotten. he was just so used to.... being alone he wasn't sure how to handle death anymore. being alone for seventy years left a person a bit nuts but Steve was still doing mostly okay. sure, but again, i was pretty secluded. i was terrified of people finding out what i was... he paused. i still don't know what i am. he admitted. but if there are other people like me, people like Bruce and Thor and Stuff, well... i guess it's silly to keep hiding isn't it? he asked with a smile before watching the other. i'll tell you what i can... i'm. ah, well. i don't write very well. he was nearly illiterate. he had a tablet that read to him. he had known how to read and write once, he thought, but after forty years of disuse he had forgotten most of it, well no he couldn't ever forget what with his impeccable memory, but even with photographic memory, without practice the knowledge had faded until it was nearly useless. he had asked Howard Stark for a reader that would speak, to fill the lonely hours and the man had come through. over the years the design was improved and Steve hadn't touched a book or typer since. oh he still knew his math and his numbers. he had gotten very advanced about that, but he had all but forgotten how to read and write. he figured it wasn't all that important anyway. A Drawing? Steve asked, perking up a little. that's a delightful idea. it gets boring drawing the same two people over and over again. he admitted. no matter that he had filled two suitcases with different drawings of them. it wasn't like he could forget them. Let me get my Tablet and a fresh pad. this ones all filled up. he admitted, nudging the finished picture of Bucky Barnes. he was back within seconds, his personal tablet in hand. it was the very best on the market and wasn't even available to the public. as majority stockholder, Steve got special perks like that. plus he always had some pretty good feedback for the people designing the things. he handed the tablet to Sam and settled back down with his pad and started sketching, as he always did, from memory. he'd do a few of Dean, let Sam pick which one he liked, and maybe do a few of Sam too. so. what are you looking for, in the case of 'odd things?' Steve asked with a smile. maybe being around people wasn't going to be so bad. He's... He's... He's Loreal! Dean gasped with laughter, making Clint snort and tuck his face against Natasha to hide it, tensing a little when the pale fragile form of Loki strode into the room. no one was sure what to do with the godling, who had been mind controlled like Clint, albiet willingly because Thanos had held his children. Brother. Loki said, setting his fingertips on Thor's shoulder. stop teasing the mortals. he ordered playfully. You know they could never withstand asgardian ale. You! You! That's... is that a challenge! Dean demanded, thumping his hand against the table, making Loki laugh. No, it is simple truth. because of our physiology it takes a brew ten times as strong as this to have an effect on us. i am very impressed with how much you can drink but you do need to stop. the alcohol levels in your systems are reaching dangerous levels. you'll get alcohol poisoning if you keep going like this. yep. time to stop them. Clint admitted, when Loki said the dreaded words 'alcohol poisoning' Clint knew it was time to break up the party. he didn't know how to handle Loki but any idiot would realize the man was one of the very best healers in the universe. as well as the high sorcerer of Asgard. whatever that meant.