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Steve Rogers ☆ Captain America ([personal profile] punched_hitler) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2017-10-15 08:54 pm (UTC)

Steve’s still watching Peter, maybe not too subtly, and definitely with real curiosity, to see what, if anything, changes in him after he feeds. If he’s just the same, or if something’s different. That’s part of his orders, too, but a guy can just be curious, too. The plague never hit Earth, and God, is he glad - but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t, still, with the ships circling it in orbit, and it’s always smart to learn as much as you can about a possible threat, even if you hope that possibility never slides into reality.

Besides… Peter actually seems like an all right guy; he’s a little pompous, a little cocky, sure. He’s maybe not what Steve would expect from an ambassador or dignitary, but in a way, that’s good. Most ambassadors he’s met - and he’s actually met a lot - are vague, they’re not exactly dishonest, but they’re opaque. They don’t really talk about much, and they’re not really enjoyable to be around. Peter… Peter’s different. There’s something about him that’s genuine, and Steve appreciates that. There’s still something about him that feels very human, despite everything else… and Steve maybe, personally, wants to kindle that, a little. He thinks it’d be good for Peter, and good for both sides in this thing, as well.

Which is why he doesn’t have a problem asking to talk, and why he looks a little pleased, when Peter agrees. He watches the vampire as he turns to the window - it’s still weird, to think of vampires basking in the sun, but it’s just another reminder that this guy is nothing like the fairy tales and legends, that he’s something different, something real, and someone that Steve can connect with.

“I understand that things are off limits,” he agrees, his small, knowing smile audible in his voice, following that unspoken invitation, approaching the window, himself. He’s been in every room in the complex, had checked them all out when the Avengers had first set up shop here; he remembers this one, and he leans against the window frame, arms crossed, like he’s just as much at home here as he is in his own quarters. It’s pretty much true, because Steve’s… never really had much of a place of his own, not for long, and so he’s never really had a problem carving that place out, wherever he can manage it. He looks out the window, just aware of the vampire beside him, for a long moment, before he twists his head to watch Peter’s profile, see the light glinting off his strange, swirling eyes. They’re eyes that he’d like to get down in paint - watercolor, or maybe even colored pencil. That thought suddenly feels wrong - far too intimate, prying, and he shoves it away.

“I was just wondering about… you know. You. What do you like - what do you do in your off time? You must have it. And you must have been to a lot of places - most of which I can only barely imagine.” One corner of his lips quirks up; Bucky was always the science fiction fan, but he dragged Steve well enough along for the ride. “When I was a kid, spaceships might as well have been fantasy. Maybe I want to hear a little of what you can tell me about the real thing.”

And, maybe, he wants to hear what it’s like out there - with or without the plague. It’s changed things, tilted dynamics, he’s sure. “What were things like before this hit? What are they like, now?”

Some of this, Peter’s probably already told officials from Earth. But Steve wants to hear it out of his own mouth, even if it’s something he’s already supposed to know.

As he waits, the pinprick wounds on his neck are already scabbing over, closing. His body's already starting to divert resources to regenerating blood, and he's glad he ate those extra few protein bars before he stopped by. He's lost blood before, and building it back up as quickly as he does can really take it out of a guy, if he doesn't give his body something to use, first. But his heartbeat stays strong and steady, his breathing slow; Steve appears, to every sense Peter has, completely capable and at ease.

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