[Maybe he should've known better than to think that anything could be simple anymore.
To be honest, anything was better than the performing monkey routine than he'd been stuck on before, but that didn't mean that he had an active preference for being unable to even wander out of HQ to grab a bite to eat. The sun was setting on London, the Howling Commandos having just returned from their latest case of tackling HYDRA bases, and Steve Rogers had been hungry. Of course, that didn't matter in the slightest to the shady figures who had started to obviously trail after a woman in a coat - almost shamelessly, leaving a poor taste in his mouth.
It's not as if he didn't think that women couldn't defend themselves - she could've been an operative as skilled as Peggy for all he knew - but as more people began to walk at a brisk to follow her, he couldn't help but think that this wasn't something he could turn away from regardless. His feet automatically rerouted, changing his direction to follow the figures who were walking toward a set of alleyways to avoid the business of London streets. Fine with him. It felt like Brooklyn all over again.
Which is probably why he didn't hesitate as the final turn into the alley came and he tapped one suspicious-looking figure on the shoulder, watched him turn with a gun very obviously in his hand, and didn't hesitate to clock someone who was very clear up to no good.
Bracing himself for a larger fight, he stepped forward and kept his ears attuned to listen so he didn't make a wrong turn in the side streets - ]
she came into the world of men with an extremely idealistic view of things that crashed and burned. it soured her, but she had made her choice, and she now lives amongst these people who had so strongly disappointed her. but living with them and protecting them are two different things, and it's why when the next major war comes (and of course, it comes, despite the last promising to end them all), she doesn't rush to the frontline.
instead, she does what she can elsewhere. diana helps the people suffering from home, and watches the news of the war with the rest of them. she keeps a low profile, no longer announcing herself as diana of themyscira, but as one of them. despite that, though she still runs into the occasional bit of trouble. while she refuses to step into the major problems of mankind, she can't help but lend a hand when she sees someone in need. just because men can be cruel doesn't mean she should allow a crying child, or someone, to suffer.
which is how she got into this mess. what she originally thought was a simple act of intervening into some trouble somehow spiraled into her being followed for two whole blocks. it's a familiar feeling, more inconvenient than troubling. and even though she no longer travels with her suit on, she does keep her bracers and lasso on her person, for the most part, for those just in case moments. she leads them into the alleyway and, before they make the turn, she quickly scales the walls to hover above them, waiting for a chance to jump down and attack. she's about to, and-- who is that?
she watches him throw the first punch, wondering what exactly is he doing here? it suddenly strikes her that he must have seen her being followed and wanted to help. it's... sweet, but a little foolish, yet it makes her smile regardless. still, she wouldn't want him to get injured on account of her, so she immediately leaps down, purposely landing on one of the men, bringing him harshly down. ]
Should I say thank you? [ directed at the stranger as she completely ignores all the others. it's fine, they can wait to get beaten. ]
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To be honest, anything was better than the performing monkey routine than he'd been stuck on before, but that didn't mean that he had an active preference for being unable to even wander out of HQ to grab a bite to eat. The sun was setting on London, the Howling Commandos having just returned from their latest case of tackling HYDRA bases, and Steve Rogers had been hungry. Of course, that didn't matter in the slightest to the shady figures who had started to obviously trail after a woman in a coat - almost shamelessly, leaving a poor taste in his mouth.
It's not as if he didn't think that women couldn't defend themselves - she could've been an operative as skilled as Peggy for all he knew - but as more people began to walk at a brisk to follow her, he couldn't help but think that this wasn't something he could turn away from regardless. His feet automatically rerouted, changing his direction to follow the figures who were walking toward a set of alleyways to avoid the business of London streets. Fine with him. It felt like Brooklyn all over again.
Which is probably why he didn't hesitate as the final turn into the alley came and he tapped one suspicious-looking figure on the shoulder, watched him turn with a gun very obviously in his hand, and didn't hesitate to clock someone who was very clear up to no good.
Bracing himself for a larger fight, he stepped forward and kept his ears attuned to listen so he didn't make a wrong turn in the side streets - ]
Where did she go?
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she came into the world of men with an extremely idealistic view of things that crashed and burned. it soured her, but she had made her choice, and she now lives amongst these people who had so strongly disappointed her. but living with them and protecting them are two different things, and it's why when the next major war comes (and of course, it comes, despite the last promising to end them all), she doesn't rush to the frontline.
instead, she does what she can elsewhere. diana helps the people suffering from home, and watches the news of the war with the rest of them. she keeps a low profile, no longer announcing herself as diana of themyscira, but as one of them. despite that, though she still runs into the occasional bit of trouble. while she refuses to step into the major problems of mankind, she can't help but lend a hand when she sees someone in need. just because men can be cruel doesn't mean she should allow a crying child, or someone, to suffer.
which is how she got into this mess. what she originally thought was a simple act of intervening into some trouble somehow spiraled into her being followed for two whole blocks. it's a familiar feeling, more inconvenient than troubling. and even though she no longer travels with her suit on, she does keep her bracers and lasso on her person, for the most part, for those just in case moments. she leads them into the alleyway and, before they make the turn, she quickly scales the walls to hover above them, waiting for a chance to jump down and attack. she's about to, and-- who is that?
she watches him throw the first punch, wondering what exactly is he doing here? it suddenly strikes her that he must have seen her being followed and wanted to help. it's... sweet, but a little foolish, yet it makes her smile regardless. still, she wouldn't want him to get injured on account of her, so she immediately leaps down, purposely landing on one of the men, bringing him harshly down. ]
Should I say thank you? [ directed at the stranger as she completely ignores all the others. it's fine, they can wait to get beaten. ]