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Thread: The American Dream [Haru|Kitten]

Steve withdrew his hand when he saw the young lady wasn't going to accept it, and even as she spoke and went about her duties she never gave a name. Not that it mattered, he knew he'd find out one way or another. Happy to help out with a guy like that. Steve said, and watched a moment as she cleaned a couple glasses. The smirk she gave him was met with a soft smile. I suppose if you consider me one of the big guns, then yes. I suppose he could have sent Natasha, or even Bruce, but I don't think those choices would be so... discreet. he admitted and his head canted softly to the side. You have a break coming up? Think I can steal you for a minute, or do I need to wait until the end of your shift? he asked, and then, as if it needed saying aloud he added, I'm very patient. Turning toward the jukebox Steve produced a couple quarters and made some choices, and soon Gath Brooks' Friends In Low Places was coming out of the speakers, and Steve turned back to the young woman with a shit-eating grin on his face. I'll have a beer. Whatever you have on tap. he said. Most might not have thought Captain America would drink, and Steve never did to excess, but there was nothing more American than a good brew. Taking a seat on one of the barstools, Steve grabbed a handful of the peanuts they kept out and casually began to shell and eat some, eyes watching the young lady carefully. The more he observed her the more he warmed to her. save for the tattoos and colored hair she was a classical beauty. Fine features, delicate and feminine lines. She was actually quite the looker. Steve was never known as a ladie's man in any regard, but even captain America could recognize beauty when he saw it. In all his years he had learned to be wary as well. There was a reason some of the world's best spies were female. Taking a drink of the beer, the cold and slightly bitter liquid went down pretty smooth and he could only hope that she could break free. Nodding back at the pool tables he asked, You play? An idea was brewing in his head and he looked at the woman curiously.
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It felt strange, having Steve refer to other members of the Avengers team. She imagined it was like being in some alternate universe where she actually mattered. Not that she didn't matter here, but it was limited. She did her own thing. Worked the bar. Made enough to get by and enjoy her life. She wasn't stifled by much, but maybe that was her problem. After her mother married a senator, she had found many different ways to vanish. Guessing Tony didn't give you my name, either. It's Olivia. Olivia Hutton. He had been polite about the whole thing, but she had a feeling Stark wasn't exactly going to be kind to Steve about this, either. If he was sending him, it meant he was going to have fun with it. Smiling at Steve, she nodded, Steal me? I think you'd have to return me at some point. Good bartenders are hard to find. She smirked at him. He was endearing, and she could tell why Tony might send him along. Much as she hated to admit it, he was almost immediately growing on her. Handsome in a classic way, kind... he wasn't the type of man she dated because he wasn't the type of man that existed. Nice song choice. She smirked at him, placing the glass back down, looking almost surprised as he ordered a beer, Mr. Patriotic does drink... well, we've got a few on tap, but I'll give you my favorite. It's got some bite. She winked at him, turning around to fill up the pint glass. Truthfully, she was glad she had, a flush crossing her own features. When was the last time a man had made her blush? That anyone had made her blush, for that matter. Turning back, she placed a darker beer on the counter, It's Mac 'n Jack's. Stout. On the house. It was hard not to try and flirt with the man. It felt in her nature to do so, but something about him made her nervous. She was certain some of it had to do with the fact that he had taken on an army of both aliens, and robots. More than that, he had jumped out of a building, hadn't he? The rumors were insane. Captain America. When he asked if she played, she shrugged, Yeah. Been known to kick some ass and break some hearts in the process. Turning, she spotted the other bartender, nodding, Miles, you mind if I take off early? She had an hour left in her shift, though she doubted the man would mind tending the bar alone. Tips were great that way. He shrugged her off, hardly looking up, the woman hardly hesitating as she hopped up with a startling amount of ease over the bar. Sliding across the smooth wood, she plopped herself down on the other side, grey Chuck Taylors hitting the floor, You ready to lose? She grinned at him, standing now by his side as she began to walk backwards towards the billiards. Olivia was a good deal shorter, standing only 5'7, but she hardly batted an eyelash at him.
Thread: The American Dream [Haru|Kitten]

There. Things turned around a little bit and Steve smiled. It's nice to meet you Olivia. Hope you don't mind if I call you Liv. Easier for this old brain to remember one-syllable words. he joked lightly, referencing his time spent frozen and out of contact with the world. Lifting the glass mug he took a long pull on the drink. Hey that's pretty good. he said, and gave a little approving nod. A few more peanuts and he regarded her behind the bar and as she asked Miles the co-worker if she could take off early. The fellow seemed rather gormless and Steve smirked. As Liv came over the bar she showed Steve even more the type of person she was. Intuitive, straight-forward, independent. She could have walked a few feet and come around the bar, and yet she'd come over it. Eager might have been another word for her. Steve stood as well, bringing his beer with him, Liv's head coming up to his shoulder. She walked backward, confident in her steps. A risk-taker even if she knew the interior of the bar like the back of her hand. In that instant, without even know what it was she could do, Steve knew she would be a good addition to the team. Her instincts were good. A heart breaker? Now now Miss Hutton, you have to promise to take it easy on me. Cap said and took another drink before he set the glass down on one of the provided tables for players. Grabbing one of the sticks he looked down the length, eyeing the straightness, and then began to chalk it up. Since you're such a heartbreaker, maybe you should rack the balls? Or do you want to break those too? he said, lightly teasing her. It had been a long time throwing banter with a woman like this, and despite other connotations, what he was saying was strictly pool-talk. How she decided to interpret was entirely up to her. The light blue chalk was set aside and Steve leaned on the table a bit and looked at her. Care to put a little wager on this game? If I win, you tell me what you can do. If you win... he shrugged, leaving it up to her.
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Her face flushed scarlet when he made his own comment about pool, Olivia shaking her head, Ill rack em, you break. Her own form moved to grab the pool cue, almost immediately concerned for the likelihood of losing. In all reality, while Olivia was great at the occasional slip over the bar, she was more of a powerhouse. Olivia, while she didnt appear large, was more than capable of slamming someone down into the bar and punching someone in the face. Sure, Cap had more on her in that department, but not when she was using her abilities. Getting the pool table in order, she understood that this wasnt going to end in her favor. Unless Steve Rogers turned out to be a terrible pool player, she was going to lose. Despite working at a bar, Olivia wasnt all that proficient in the art form of pool. Style and eloquence wasnt her thing, and she imagined Steve was far better at organizing and planning. Wasnt that his style? The wager struck her as interesting when he brought it up. After racking the balls, she looked over at him. It seemed fair. Biting at her bottom lip, she looked down before matching his blue eyes again, Fine. Ill tell you. Hell, Ill show you. She was boasting confidence with the hope that maybe she could at least fool him, though she doubted that would last long once he broke first. But her own abilities would be easier to show than tell. Sure, there was the soft blue glow that signified she was exhibiting her abilities, but what were they really? And if I win? She leaned against the table, eyeing Steve carefully, wondering what she could wager in this situation. It was better to keep things pressure-free. Sure, her own meant that she was probably going to talk about joining the Avengers if she lost, but she could make sure Steve didnt feel pressure from her, If I win, gotta give me a ride around the city on that bike of yours. She grinned. Shed seen enough footage of him driving it like a devil down the road and had a feeling he knew what he was doing. Plus, who didnt like a ride on a motorcycle? Ah, Liv is fine, by the way. Kinda like it, actually. It was hard to hide the blush this time, instead pushing her hair back as she looked down. It had been years since anyone had even given her a nickname. And from Captain America no less? Shit was she really fawning over this man? The idea that she might be fawning was an obscure one. Olivia prided herself on being as independent as she was. No ties, be your own person. But when the Battle had hit New York, she had fought back. Her quick thinking had arguably saved the lives of dozens. Her hope was that she would be forgotten. But now? Sitting and getting ready to play pool with a man who struck her as too handsome for his own good? Maybe things werent so bad.
Thread: The American Dream [Haru|Kitten]

The way her skin flushed crimson was rather adorable Steve thought, and he nodded when she said he could break. Not one given to idle flirtation, this was a new game for Cap, but he did it with aplomb, knowing that this negotiation could land them a new team member. Stark, for all his bluster and ego, still had an eye for talent, and Steve trusted him in that regard. Watching Liv place the balls in the rack, Steve tried to guess what her powers or abilities might be. It was an impossible task, because they could literally be anything, but it was a fun exercise nonetheless. Then she leaned on the table as she accepted his bet and gave her counter-wager. Steve quirked a brow and then nodded. It's a bet. he answered her, and felt no need to shake her hand. His word was good, and hers should be too. A smile gently upturned the corners of his mouth as she acquiesced to being called Liv, and the blush this time was quite fetching. Call me Steve. Or Captain if you like. he said, flirting a little more as he bent and got a feel for the cue, lining up his shot. A dullish crack at the impact on the cueball, and then a sharper sound as it collided, sending balls scattering over the table. The five-ball sank and that meant that Cap had the odds. Lining up his next shot he made smalltalk. Heard tell that you helped out during the Battle. I wanted to thank you for that. You saved a lot of lives that day. he said, and finessed his next shot, sinking the one-ball. His next shot missed though and it was Liv's turn.
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Olivia was typically good with smalltalk and idle negotiations. Being a bartender meant you knew how to interact. Usually she was a better listener than talker, but Steve seemed to be turning her into a nervous teenager all over again. Mmm... Of course, Captain. She added a little umpf when she called him Captain. It felt... charged. She liked it. She imagined Cap was more what she would call him. It felt a nice compliment to his calling her Liv. It felt nice to be calling him anything at all, really. Already he was proving himself to be the man living up to the legend. And why not flirt with the man himself? She watched as he leaned over and broke, immediately sinking one of the balls. Another followed suit and she felt her stomach churn. Apparently he was better than she suspected. It didn't bode well for her, that he was already doing this well. Evens were her lucky numbers, but it didn't make it any better. When he spoke, she tensed. Visibly so. Fighting in the Battle wasn't something she advertised. She'd actually gotten quite hurt, broke a few ribs, but she didn't ever advertise being a hero, Anyone would have done the same thing. Just trying to help. She forced a smile. Taking a breath, Olivia lined up her next shot. It was a lucky lineup with the 2 near the side pocket. Bending over the table, forced to stretch out somewhat, she focused enough to sink it. She grinned internally. Maybe she wouldn't blow it. The next shot proved her wrong, however, scratching. She scowled, Shit... looking up at Cap, she frowned slightly, Oh, sorry... I've got a propensity to swearing. She smiled, rubbing her head a bit, Your move, Captain. She smirked widely at him.
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There was no mistaking the little flair she put into the name when she called him Captain. It was kind of nice and his bright blue eyes looked her over as she spoke and as she took her shot. The first she sunk easily. Nice shot, Liv. he told her, and then he shook his head as she explained about the battle. I don't know if I would agree, that anyone would have helped like that. I understand you got a bit banged up. he told her, and watched her reaction. He'd seen her tense as he mentioned the fight, so obviously it was a sore subject. It was at least enough to garner the attention of Stark... and that's no easy feat. The white cueball slipped off the table in the scratch and her swear brought another little smile. Cap himself didn't swear much, but most people seemed to forget that he was a military man, and nobody really cursed more or were more foul-mouthed, than men in the military. Steve had seen a heard a lot of things that few living people had seen or experienced. Things had changed of course, before he'd been found, yet people themselves didn't change much, merely the world around them and the technology they used. I don't mind. 've heard worse. he replied to her apology and he took the cue and set it in an advantageous position. You might have just made a grave tactical error. he informed her, eyes on the table, planning several moves ahead, geometry something he was very familiar with. His next shots proved it, and he sunk another three in a row before he missed his fourth shot. Damn. I left you an opening. he told Liv and walked to the small side table and grabbed his beer, taking a drink. Do you work here and attend school? he asked, trying to determine her age. She looked young. Really young. That was never an indicator of maturity however, and Steve was just fishing for information now and trying to set her mind at ease and get her to open up to him.
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He was kind. He was sweet. It seemed surreal, as he complimented her shot. Part of her wanted to tell him an idiot could have made it, but she was trying not to be so abrasive. He was being nice. She shrugged, leaning on the cue slightly as she eyed the table after the scratch, I guess I just like to think it's something anyone would do. Humanity, you know? I could have looted, sure but... I don't know. Just doesn't feel right to stop and stare when you know there's something you can do. Liv was well aware she had essentially given the sales pitch all on her own. But being on a team was different. Others depending on her. Accountability. Being held in some kind of regard. She hated the idea of it. She got why people wore masks and stayed quiet. A grin danced over her lips, I think it's more than my helping that attracted Stark's attention. She motioned to herself. When he noted about being hurt, her eyes fell to the floor, Others got it worse. It was all she said. Truthfully, she has watched people die. Her own friend had been killed, something not known to Tony. She felt selfish talking about her own pains. I make a lot of tactical errors, Cap. This isn't my first. She smirked at him. Mostly she thought one or two moves ahead. A tank, not a statistician. Ah. See now you're just being nice with the opening. She grinned once more, moving past him to situate herself on the table. It was an awkward opening, but he wasn't wrong. Taking in a breath she propped herself up a bit to get a better angle, leaning across the table as she angled with the four ball. Squinting, she hit the cueball and watched the four sink. Bingo. Moving to the other side nearer to Cap, she shook her head, Graduated a few years ago. Full ride scholarship. Let me sort of do whatever I wanted when I left. So here I am. She lined up the shot with the six, wincing as she hit it only to have it ricochet off the side. Admittedly she was close to the pocket, though still missed. It was becoming clear she was not going to be the victor unless he managed to incorrectly sink the eight. You're up, Cap. She walked near where he was and brushed her hand warmly against his arm. It was more to signify her comfort than anything else. She was typically a friendly person, touchy feely with those she felt warm enough to show it to.
Thread: The American Dream [Haru|Kitten]

Steve shook his head once more at her explanation. You're probably right, that more people would help, but not everyone is able to. That's why we have the team, to help the people that can't fight back, that can't help themselves. he explained, though he knew she'd heard it all before. It didn't matter though, and she needed to hear it again. Stark has an eye for certain things, that's for sure. I trust him though and truthfully, he's hardly ever wrong. I don't think he's wrong about you. he told her, letting her interpret as she saw fit. He knew what she meant by her statement, but he wasn't going to play the game the way Stark did. Steve also didn't comment about how others had it worse. He'd seen more death than he cared to remember, and though they might have saved the city, thousands had paid with their lives. There was no way to save everyone, but you did what you could. Liv took her shots and Steve felt a frisson of excitement as her hand drew along his arm for the briefest of moments, the tiny hairs standing on end. If she was paying attention the tiny soupcon of a smile betrayed how much he liked the touch, though he didn't say anything. Perhaps his eyes might have told her as well, but Steve found himself oddly attracted to the young woman. My turn. he said, and moved to take his shot, lining everything up just right, and soon he was aiming to sink the eightball, to win the game. You ready to show me what you got? he asked Liv, eyes on her, not even looking at the table as he took the shot and sank the ball to win the game. Standing up straight Steve took the couple steps towards Liv and Seems you have something I want to see. he told her, obvious tease in his tone. Your place or mine. he finished, obviously still teasing, though getting the hang of it. Putting the stick back in the wallrack, Steve turned to Liv. There was excitement in his features, obviously the man looking forward to seeing what this young woman could do.
Thread: The American Dream [Haru|Kitten]

Steve was a little surprised by the electricity between them as well, and there was particular notice taken when she called him handsome. He had heard such compliments before, but he'd always brushed them off. From Liv it somehow seemed different, but he knew that was how Natasha drew people in as well, and it paid to be wary. Liv didn't give off the same vibe as Natasha though, and that helped Steve relax a little. Liv was no spy, just a regular person who happened to be able to do... something. At the large door at the end of the hall her comment made him chuckle. I do you know I don't like biting? he asked. It was a simple enough question and retort to her. Everyone assumed he was so straight-laced, and yet most might be surprised. He had, after all, set the Hulk loose in New York. One didn't do that without some balls. Once out in the alley he watched with interest as she allowed the energy to build, and then released it. As she explained her power he did have a couple of questions. Is it all sorts of energy, or mainly one type? Have you noticed any difference in what you can do during the day for example? he asked. She was like Stark in his suit, except she didn't need a suit at all. A walking energy projector. Nifty. I'd love to see more of you. he said and then added, More of what you can do. Just in case she might take the first part of his sentence the wrong way. So what do you say we get out of here and I take you on that bike ride anyway. he said, and knew they'd talk more about what she could do, but he didn't want to pressure her at all. My bike is right around front. Do you need to grab anything from inside? he asked, making the decision for her. It was what he did after all.
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Liv wasnt totally sure what she had expected from Steve. She supposed, probably what everyone else had done. Stark had treated her like just another person to add to the army, and others had treated her with fear and apprehension. But Steve? He was curious. He wanted to know about her abilities without looking at her like a rat in a science lab. She was a person. Its influenced, really. I mean, I dont have a lot to go off of, but I found when I was near Starks suit, it felt different. Im guessing it varies depending on what sort of energy source Im getting it from. She shrugged a little, holding up a hand to watch the blue swirls dance and twirl around her fingers and arm, wisping about. No difference between day and night. I have trouble sleeping, though. I cant really control what I absorb or how much, so I wind up needing to burn off the energy somehow. Bartending has been great for that. Earn money and work. She smiled a bit. It was true, she had more than her share of sleepless nights. Alcohol had helped somewhat, but mostly she had to exhaust herself. There were, of course, activities that helped with that, though she hesitated to share that with Steve quite yet. More of me? She grinned, biting her lip again. When he clarified, she laughed a little, keeping the glow going on her hands simply for the sake of keeping the world around them alive, Really? Youd take me out on the bike? She looked over his shoulder, towards the door that would lead them back inside and towards his bike. The door that he didnt seem afraid of exiting or entering with her. It was nice. Id be honored to be taken out on a bike ride with you, Cap. She smiled, And Ive got everything I need right here. She patted her front pocket, referring to the phone, her own wallet in her back pocket. She was a woman of little needs, low-maintenance if there ever was one. But she was stupidly excited to get to ride with Steve around New York City. The idea of enjoying the night, dancing along with Steve Rogers as her personal driver through the city felt exciting. It was a rush. She knew her own energy spiked when she was excited, almost disappointed that she couldnt let it out while he drove. Making her way back through the heavy door, Steve by her side, she smiled warmly, Am I the first girl youre taking for a ride on that bike of yours, Captain? She let him decide this time if she was referring to the bike, or something else. Two could play at this game.