aggravating | 7th Command; Video - backdated to the 3rd 'cause I suck

[Filtered FROM Captain America; aka to everyone else on the barge]

Okay, tomorrow's the Fourth. Which means Independence Day for those of us from America.

I'm putting out a casting call, kind of. Basically, any chicks that know how to sing and dance? Kind of need you to raise your hands.

Before you ask, it's for a wholesome 40's kind of thing. Not my style, but I have my reasons for it.

[Private to Natasha]
Star Spangled Man, Steve's birthday. You're my wingman on this. [AKA: You have no choice.]

[Private to Loki]
Hey, Rock of Ages, your Shakespeare roots don't have tailoring in them, do they?

[Private to Peggy]
You say anything to Cap, you'll have made a really annoying enemy.

[Private to Dean]
Hey, you wouldn't happen to have found a song anywhere called The Star Spangled Man? Kind of a 40's showtune feel?

[Private to B]
Dancing for me, gorgeous? [He knows not when to quit]

[Private to Charles]
Please tell me there's some sort of update on my goddamn helmet. [He just wants some good news right now :C]

[Private to Steve]
Why're you here anyway, Cap?

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Yeah. Right. [He leans back in his chair, rolling his jaw back and forth in thought] Loki brought up a point, a while ago.

We're here because we just died. Figured a do-over was better than fading out.

I just don't get why you guys play along with this crap, too.

You didn't die, though. I can tell ya that for a fact.

[He rubs the back of his neck for a second.] I just -- like helping people.

Except I did. [He's rubbing at his forehead for a moment, dragging that hand down his face] Obviously this little self-help trip works out at some point and I go back, but...

[He's glancing at the screen, then, fingers drumming on the table in front of him]

Seriously?

Why on earth would I lie to you?

Yeah, see, that just kind of goes along with what I'm asking.

[He's leaning closer to the communicator]

I am seriously finding it hard to believe you're not some sort of SHIELD issued Captain Ameribot.

[He's just lifting an eyebrow.]

That's ridiculous. Besides, a fella like you would be smart enough to figure something like that out, I'm pretty sure.

[Tony's fingers are drumming against the desk, a thoughtful look on his face]

First thing I checked for, actually. Your bio-scan fits with Stark records.

So you'd seriously just put your life on hold and help people out? Not in it for some magical "take me back to the '40s" fix?

When I first got here, there was -- nothing for me to do, at home. ....And then I went home, and helped, and I couldn't just -- leave, y'know? I've got a job to do, and I'm damn well gonna do it.

[A long pause, since this is private.]

Been thinking about a deal, though.

Right, great big alien invasion party Natasha and I weren't invited to.

[Tucking away his jealousy about that, for a second]

A deal, huh? Not so star spangled out of the suit there, Cap?

Something along those lines.

..Not for me. Just -- to get someone back.

... Huh. [He actually looks interested, now] Bit of a selfish streak there gramps? Nice to see the human side of the icon.

Who?

Bucky Barnes. My best friend.

[That earns Steve a few seconds of thoughtful silence]

... Yeah. I can see that. [He'd do the same for Rhodey, give the chance.] He was part of that team, right? The Howling whatevers?

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