Scene #6086: A Dragon At Avengers Tower

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Ryouma Sakamoto	Honestly, the moment Steve said "boat ghosts", he had Ryouma's interest. And with the repairs at and around his office, any excuse not to be home anymore would be more than welcome. That's why a man dressed like an officer of the Japanese navy and his floating magical girl partner show up at Stark's doorstep and ask to see the Captain, although by all accounts he's getting sidetracked by all the technological conveniences of the tower. Oryou spent a few moments trying to get frogs out of the food vendor. Your tower's insufficiently equipped, Tony. And that's why there's two weird people in the lobby, waiting for Steve to get down from whatever floor his office must be on. What a tower, though! That's taller than anything Ryouma's seen.
Steve Rogers	"Steve." Captain Steven Rogers, United States Armed Forces, looks up from the newspaper. The fact that he reads the newspaper, many people would say, is better proof of his age than his (still expired) driver's license. "Something wrong, Clarence?" He asks, setting the paper down and reaching for the phone. "Oh no, Steve, nothing's wrong. Everything's fine. It's all very nice. It's just that there's two nice young people downstairs looking for you and I thought I should let you know. Would you like me to buzz them up so you don't have to walk down the stairs? Or are you feeling like getting a little exercise today? I can ring the elevator if you like." CLARENCE was built from a nursing home AI. Steve stands up and sighs. "No, Clarence. Thank you. I'll go down and see them myself." "Alright, Steve. Mind your hip." Steve picks up his shield and puts it over his shoulder without responding to Clarence. He heads into the elevator, dressed largely in a tee-shirt and pants, and descends towards the ground floor. There's a bing. Some employees get on. A few of them ogle him openly and without restraint. A few of them smile at him. For his part, he just sort of stands increasingly far to the back, making as much room as possible. The elevator hits the ground floor. It opens. Steve waits for every single person to get out, with a mumbled "after you" for each person who tries to wait for him, then steps out into the room. And immediately sees Oryou and Ryouma. Oh no. The whole Tower is going to see if she starts licking him this time. Steve moves over at a light jog and holds out his hand to Ryouma. "Mr. Sakamoto." He manages not to butcher the name. "And your wife, Miss...Oryou. It's, uh, it's nice to see you again. Is there something you needed me for? Some trouble?"
Ryouma Sakamoto	Oryou is too busy inspecting the vending machine to respond to Steve. She floats around it, over it, and finally settles on lifting it off the ground with one arm to look under it, before setting it back down. "Oryou thinks this isn't a real vending machine for real people. There's nothing frog-flavored in here," she eventually concludes. Ryouma laughs, and focuses squarely on Steve. "Ah, Captain Rogers. I'm sorry for dropping in unannounced, but the cacophony of construction noises was becoming a bit too much. I'm also curious about that thing you said, the... boat ghosts?" He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "I guess you could say I have a vested interest in sea vessels, ghostly or otherwise." Oryou floats by, staring. "Ryouma is a nerd when it comes to ships. Oryou doesn't see why, the sea isn't that interesting." "Though now that I'm here," Ryouma changes the topic, "I'm just as curious about this place. Calling this tower advanced is doing it a disservice." "A real advanced tower would have better food," Oryou complains. "Ah, that may be so, ahah," Ryouma replies.
Steve Rogers	"It's not a problem, Mr. Sakamoto. The Avengers are always happy to have guests." As if punctuating the thought, a tour group is being led by a bunch of lights on the floor. A cheerful female voice - probably some of Friday's subroutines - is explaining to some schoolchildren about the various advances in Starktech since Unification. It pauses. "And over there you can see Captain America talking with some foreign Enhanced. Please stay with the tour group; there'll be time to speak to Captain America after we've gone through the Arc Reactor edutainment center. But feel free to wave." The kids wave. Steve waves back, a smile on his face, then turns back to Ryouma. "I don't...really understand it myself. There's some girls in the Paladins who are...apparently the spirits of Japanese warships from World War II?" Steve shrugs. "It's odd, but they seem like nice girls." Steve stares as Oryou floats by. He can't help it. Most people don't violate the laws of physics or lick him. He's not sure which one bothers him more. "Sorry...missus?...Oryou. The vending machines, ah, aren't really...what I do around here." "If you want to file a complaint, though, I know Friday has a help terminal over there. It's pretty easy. You'll probably have to be clear about what you want, though, and you might have to file more than one to get Tony to take notice." Steve is genuinely being helpful. There is still a pretty good chance that Tony's inbox is about to get flooded with spam about frogs.
Ryouma Sakamoto	Oryou makes V-signs for the children. She's nice and considerate like that. Ryouma seems quite amazed at how casually Steve is taking this. A world with open, welcoming heroes rather than the selfish masquerade of the magi, that's a breath of fresh air. But then Steve says the magic words, and Oryou floats towards said console. Unfortunately, she doesn't know how to read. Fortunately, she knows how to talk, and gets to the task of making Tony adopt a frog-based menu for his guests. Ryouma uses the rare chance he has to talk without Oryou in his way, so to speak. "That's really interesting. Like Heroic Spirits but for famous vessels. Now I simply have to find one, it's not every day you get to talk to a ship." He's clearly excited. On another subject, though... "So these Avengers of yours, you defend the world? And judging by how you handled those magi, you seem both experienced and highly adaptive." He hums, pondering. "With the way you said things could be more dull sometimes... it must be unfortunately busy here?"
Steve Rogers	Steve will apologize to Tony later. The kids make V-signs back at Oryou and giggle and laugh and make Child Noises on their way out of the main complex and to the "edutainment center" (it's actually an evac room with activities to keep people calm in the case of an attack). Steve's smile is a nice, warm one, the warm smile of an old man- No, the warm smile of a /human being/ seeing happy children. CLARENCE is getting to you, Steve. You're only ninety-five. ...okay, maybe it's not just CLARENCE. "I'll take your word for that, Mr. Sakamoto. The Multiverse only recently unified for us, too. Still getting used to the idea of magic and ghosts and all that. You can probably speak up on the radio and one of them will likely answer. They seem friendly enough." "That's a bit complicated, but, yes, basically. There's a few other teams that have been started in the EU and China and Russia, but the Avengers were the first and we still have a lot of funding." Steve frowns. "Since the Unification, perspectives on us have changed a lot. And there's a lot of little problems with Enhanced that keep cropping up. Origin chasers and HYDRA cells and other terrorists. I'm not usually one to complain, though. I just wouldn't mind a little bit of time to catch up with things." "I served in World War II," he adds, as he realizes that Ryouma is like the first person he's met so far who doesn't instantly know who he is. "Tony's the son of a famous inventor and a famous inventor in his own right. The rest of our team's around somewhere. We've only been working together for a little while, but I think we've got a good thing going since the invasion."
Ryouma Sakamoto	"I understand. This modern lingo and technology is pretty new to me too. Oryou seems to be adapting to it a little bit faster than me, but we're lucky enough our summoning into this era came with the knowledge... how would you say, pre-loaded?" Ryouma shrugs, indicating some of that stuff is as beyond him as it is beyond Steve. "It's unfortunate the modern world is as chaotic as the old one, but I guess that's humans for you. Never happy at peace, never happy at war. We'll figure out what makes them happy eventually, right?" A laugh. Ryouma definitely intends to try, at least. No matter how impossible. "World War II though? Wouldn't that make you... well I don't mean to sound rude, but you look in your prime! No, actually, I think you might look even younger than me. You certainly carry it well." Ryouma probably doesn't look his 31, but Steve still has him beat.
Steve Rogers	"She seems like a..." Steve looks over at Oryou. He looks back at Ryouma and settles on, "Very bright lady." He's very polite. "That sounds useful. I'm having to go through it manually. Have you seen 'I Love Lucy'? I'm not sure how I feel about it yet." Steve shifts in his stance a bit. "Ah. I was frozen for about seventy years. I had to put a plane down in some ice." Steve shrugs. "When I went to sleep it was the 1940s. When I woke up it was the two thousands. I'm..." "...adjusting." "I'd like to believe that everyone could be happy some day, Mr. Sakamoto, so you've got me there. What do you do? I'm afraid I don't really, ah...know all that much about Japanese history, aside from..." He leaves /Pearl Harbor/ sort of hanging there unsaid.
Ryouma Sakamoto	What do you do? Ryouma lets that question hang there for a moment as he strokes his chin, before settling on an answer. "Well, in life I led some rebellions, pulled a spear from a mountain and set a lovable serpent free, wrote some papers, earned this uniform and then died before any of it amounted to much of anything." He seems to take it pretty lightly, because he laughs it off. "In death, I'm just a detective looking to make up for lost time, and see the fruits of his labor. I used to admire America quite a lot, you know? It inspired me." The plan to modernize Japan couldn't exist without America's influence on Ryouma. He found it so... freshing. Still does. "I know how to swing a sword too, I guess! The era of blades was over when I learned, though, so I..." There's a blue shimmer of magic, the motes collecting to form Ryouma's sheathed katana and holstered revolver. He picks the gun up, showing it to the Captain. It's an original Smith & Wesson, the first model. "I guess I picked this up just in case. I like it better, but I never had time to practice it as much as the sword."
Steve Rogers	'In life.' Right. Ghosts. ...a lot of ghosts. "Is the lovable serpent, um..." Steve looks over at Oryou again, then back at Ryouma. Then he decides he'd probably rather not know, and shakes his head, waving his hand. That's probably rude, anyway. Asking somebody if their wife is a giant snake seems like the kind of thing you just Don't Do in decent, polite society. "Yeah, I understand that." Cap smiles. Ryouma does his magic thing. Cap stares as long as is polite before he actually inspects the gun critically. It's a Smith and Wesson, and it's a lot older than he's used to. It's something that's old even to /him/, something...maybe...civil war? Maybe? He's not quite sure. But it's interesting, and the fact that there's things older than him around (and younger than ANCIENT SUMERIA) gives him a smile. "I understand swords are...getting kind of common now, actually. I think there's a guy over in Britain with one. Me, I've always liked shields." Steve isn't really a show-off-my-toys kinda guy, so he just gives Ryouma a smile. "You can hide behind a shield, but more than that you can get in front of somebody with a shield. A shield keeps somebody safe who might otherwise not be. And I'm afraid I'm just not good enough with a sword to do that...bullet-cutting kind of thing that I hear some of your people can do." Steve pauses. He's actually not sure if he meant Heroic Spirits or was accidentally racist there. He sort of shuffles awkwardly before settling on, "I meant magic people." You're a nice guy, Steve.
Ryouma Sakamoto	"Oryou is something alright," Ryouma simply confirms. Over there, the mythical, divine serpent is spamming Tony's inbox with complaints about his tastes in vending machines. Just, legendary beast stuff. Ryouma retrieves his revolver, holstering it again. If he's bothered by what Steve said, it doesn't show in the slightest. "I'd have liked to be trained in the way of the shield. It's much easier to protect others with one. This old sword can't protect anyone. No, in truth, it couldn't even protect me, but it gave it everything it had and that's alright. I envy you a bit, being able to call yourself a protector." Ryouma looks back towards Oryou, and then towards Steve. "Would you mind a demonstration? I barely had time to see you fight last night, but the way you threw that shield around was pretty impressive. Maybe I can show you some of those secret bullet-cutting techniques in exchange." Seems like a fair trade to him.
Steve Rogers	"She certainly is," Steve says. "I didn't really train in it, honestly. It just sort of seemed like the best option at the time. Actually, the reason I wound up with a shield is..." Steve seems a bit embarassed. "Well, it was the best way to read my lines." "Ah, but that was a long time ago." And Tony's not here to start Star Spangled Man With A Plan playing on any convenient projectors so Steve's not super worried about it. He waves his hand and smiles. "No, I wouldn't mind at all. I'm not sure if I can teach you anything and I'm not very good with a sword, but I don't have anything else to do right now. For once everything's manageable. And I haven't gotten my workout in today." "Don't overdo it, Steve. And make sure you remember to get your tapioca at five. It's your favorite." Steve sighs. "I don't even like tapioca that much," he says to Ryouma as they walk. "That's...CLARENCE. It's a...you'll have to ask Tony. A voice on my radio." His phone. "It's supposed to help me with modern life, but I just feel bad giving it orders." Steve leads Ryouma downstairs to a big, open room. It's probably made for exactly this kind of thing. Presumably Oryou will follow out of curiosity, or maybe she'll just stay upstairs, distracted by trying to magic frogs out of a vending machine. Either way, Steve unslings his shield from his back and braces it on his arm, taking up a stance that's easily recognizable as boxing. "Alright, Mr. Sakamoto. Let's see if I can live up to your expectations."
Ryouma Sakamoto	It should come as no surprise that Oryou has actually withdraw from the console by the time they leave. Actually, the speed at which she hovered over and resumed her orbit around Ryouma might as well state plainly that she's not letting this happen without supervision. Possibly, without getting involved. "That's one thing I don't miss. Needing to work out to stay in shape." Ghost privileges. One big open room later, and it seems that both Ryouma and Oryou take position in front and away from Steve, not just one. Ryouma apologizes. "Ah, sorry Captain, but Oryou won't let me fight alone. It's complicated, but suffice to say you'd probably make short work of me." "Oryou can handle this, Ryouma," Oryou says, "Ah, please go easy on him Oryou, this isn't a real--" Oryou speeds across the room. She's two feet over Steve in a moment, and the next she's swinging a punch down, meant to impact the ground and send Steve flying back. Or if he doesn't move, that'll probably hurt his feet. Ryouma squints. "Right, right... so much for that." His katana comes out with a resigned sigh.
Steve Rogers	"I don't really /need/ to," Steve admits as they walk, "I just...I like being in motion. It feels good." As the pair settles in, Steve looks between them, then shrugs. "If you want," he says, "Ordinarily I'd ask if she was sure, but I've seen what your wife can do. Don't worry about it-" She's fast. She shoots in front of him, then up, bringing her fist down with enough force to crack pavement. Steve brings up his shield. The impact is enormous. The force of it is probably more from her than Steve, but the fact that he's neither on his back nor on the floor is surprising. The fact that the shield not only didn't break but absorbed most of the blow - leaving Steve's hand only lightly bruised - is probably even more surprising for both of them. "I was right," Steve says from behind his shield, "You're pretty strong." He reaches up to just grab Oryou by the leg and throw her at the ground. Normally he'd have some compunctions about hitting a woman, but she's already proven she can handle herself, and Captain America is more than able to separate that kind of thinking from an active fight scenario. He's fought enough women and alongside enough women not to have /that/ particular issue hanging over his head. "Don't worry," Steve says in Ryouma's direction, "I can do this all day."
Ryouma Sakamoto	To say Oryou is surprised Steve's shield withstood the blow is an understatement. She rarely shows emotion, but for a moment it almost looks like she wants to halt the battle to look at the somehow pristine piece of armor. But then Steve slams her into the ground. It seems unpleasant, especially for the floor. Her hair scrapes and scratches the floor underneath her on its own, nevermind the impact from being thrown into it. Ryouma, of course, knows when to seize an opportunity. When the Captain looks up to quip at him, the man is already at his partner's side, and that katana slices, an overblown gesture that's less physically threatening than it's attempting to force the Captain away to give Oryou a minute to recuperate. If it does any damage, it'll be to the Captain's clothing, mostly. "I wouldn't expect otherwise! I'm afraid I'm not half of the fighter Oryou is, but I'd like to think together we're pretty dangerous." He looks down at Oryou. "As strong as you, huh?" Oryou huffs. "Oryou let her guard down. It won't happen again." Ryouma simply smiles and nods.
Steve Rogers	Ryouma moves to force Captain America away. Instead, he finds Steve Rogers just going in. The katana slices at Steve's arms, drawing some blood as Steve just charges forward, full strength ahead. He knows better than to give an opponent time to rest, time to breathe, time to wait and hold and stop. Throwing himself into a katana is probably not all that smart, but frankly, Steve can take it. He's taken worse, and more, on a daily basis. Steve brings his fist around, hard, for Ryouma's stomach. At the same time, his foot's coming down for Oryou's. It's a two-for-one attack, the kind of thing that a casual boxer or a man who hasn't spent a significant portion of his life in combat simply could not do with any grace. Captain America has clearly been doing this for a very long time. "Ah, don't worry about it," Steve says as he's bringing his fist around, "I don't mind. It's nice to hit something that's not punching bag for a change." "I run through 'em pretty quick."
Ryouma Sakamoto	It's no doubt pretty impressive to onlookers how easily Steve is managing two opponents. Then again, to onlookers, it looks like Steve just slammed his foot down into a downed schoolgirl's stomach. So, you know. PERSPECTIVE. Ryouma is significantly more visibly bothered by the blow, considering the few steps he takes back to catch his breath. Oryou... well, the sensation is probably not entirely dissimilar to kicking his own shield. Her skin and clothes just seem to be absorbing so much of the impact, somehow. She grips Steve's boot, glaring up. "Oryou may have tasted your blood, but she isn't ready to commit to that kind of intimate relationship yet." Her hair suddenly shoots up, like a volley of spikes trying to run the Captain through. They would stop short of actually doing that and just bludgeon him instead, but it'd be unpleasant regardless! And to make matters worse, some of the strands are trying to tangle him up and keep him from being sent flying off. Mobility denial! "Oryou, it's not nice to tease people like that," Ryouma comments, finally able to speak again. "Captain Rogers, you pack some serious strength."
Steve Rogers	He's Captain America. He could probably punch the President in the face and half the country would tell him he's doing a great job, regardless of which president it is. Stomping on somebody who stepped into the ring with him isn't likely to make him feel bad. Especially not when she can stop his foot like she's made of vibranium. It is an odd sensation, being on the other end of this. It's even odder to get pummeled by hair. She hits him, over and over, and she finds that though his body is tough, it's not impossibly durable - the shield's much stronger than he is. But he's strong enough to keep himself from being tangled, strong enough to keep himself from getting dragged in, targetting each 'grappling' tendril with his shield as he steps progressively further back, knocking them aside and knocking them away. That's probably surprising; for somebody who's never fought a dragon before Steve's showing a pretty decent grasp of it. Ryouma's the weaker target, so... "Thanks," Steve says, "But you wanted to see some shield tricks." So he shows Ryouma a shield trick. Steve flings the shield sideways. It bounces around, ping-ponging off the walls with unnatural speed and durability. As it does so, Steve starts running forward. He's running at Ryouma for a linebacker tackle, it looks like - right up until he drops and goes to punch Oryou, and the shield passes right over his head, heading for Ryouma's face. "My friend warned me about girls like you," Steve says to her.
Ryouma Sakamoto	It's one of those situations where Ryouma is torn between wanting to fight seriously and not let his opponent down, and wanting to just admire the handiwork of a technique he's not seen before. How often do you see shieldbearers who fight by discarding their shield? That'd be like throwing your sword. Absolutely absurd. This moment of indecision results in a shield to the face, sadly. Ryouma spends a moment moaning loudly about the discovery that his nose has pain receptors in it, while Oryou gets punched, which is something she has a much easier time dealing with, though she still flinches. "Your friend sounds wise, Oryou is known to devour people," she answers Steve, not so much threatening as matter-of-factly. "However, Oryou is still deeply hurt. Ryouma should stop slacking off," she demands. "Right, right, let me just..." Ryouma shakes his head, slaps his cheeks, and nods. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm not used to this yet." Ryouma's grip on his blade tightens, and Oryou's hair pulls back. "Together, Oryou!" "Yay, yay!" Blows rain! Oryou goes into full ORAORAORAORA mode, swinging and swinging and swinging punch after punch to keep the Captain on his toes. Ryouma comes in from the other side, trying to slam his pommel into one of the Captain's shoulder bones.
Steve Rogers	Steve can't help but be caught off-guard, stop, and ask, "Wait, you eat-" POW. Steve takes the first hit right in the face. It's a testament to how fast Steve is, and how strong he is, that he's on his feet and moving around before the blows even start coming. Oryou's fists get turned aside by huge muscles; the pommel comes in, and Steve ducks the first strike, then catches the second on his arm. The hits are building up, but Steve's fast, and Steve's practiced, and in close-quarters combat, even without his shield...well... Well, as Ryouma and Oryou can doubtless tell, Steve's weapon is not his shield. Steve's /accessory/ is his shield. Steve is his own weapon. But he's fighting extremely defensively. At the start he was fighting a lot harder to test their strength, to see their tolerance. Now that he's seen it, and now that they're working together, Steve is having to stay on the defensive. Cap's not returning many blows, not throwing punches. He's letting himself be pushed back. Pushed back right over his fallen shield. His foot comes down on it, and he snaps it up into Oryou's jaw, grabbing it and wheeling it around to backhand Ryouma with a facefull of vibranium. He's not even sweating yet.
Ryouma Sakamoto	Steve aims for Oryou's jaw. She moves swiftly, away from the kick and towards Ryouma before Steve can remind him that noses hurt when hit. Her teeth snap into the shield and she bites in, and does not let go. She holds Steve and his weapon in place - at least for a short while, because as impressive as that jaw strength might be it won't stand for long when tested against the Captain's various means to deal with this. It's also a statement. Yes, she eats. People, and sometimes shields. Not that she could chew through Vibranium. "Oryou no, you don't know where that's been," Ryouma says. And really, where HASN'T Cap's shield been? Ah, but it's a bad idea to quip right now. Oryou's obviously straining to keep Steve at bay. Ryouma reaches into a pocket and pulls out half a dozen rounds for his revolver, before looking at Steve. "Here's my half of the bargain. I hope this works or I'm going to look like an idiot." He probably will anyway. The bullets gleam a bright, fiery blue in his gloved hand, and he throws them up. As they fall back down, he yells: "Oryou, move!" and she, just then, lets go of the shield and backs off. Ryouma swings his katana, slices the falling bullets, and sends the dozen half-bullets straight for Steve like a magical shotgun blast, carried in his direction by the same slash that diced them up. It's not the bullet-slicing trick Steve was thinking of, but it's A bullet-slicing trick. It's also stupid and shooting him with the gun would have probably worked better.
Steve Rogers	That's absolutely insane. Steve's eyes don't widen, because Steve isn't the kind of man to go wide-eyed at much of anything. Most of his life has been an ever-increasing set of surprises, from becoming a Super-Soldier to meeting Red Skull to saving the world to waking up in the world he saved to fighting actual aliens to the Multiverse to boat ghosts to wizard mafia. Steve Rogers has never had a good concept of what normal is, not since he joined the U.S. military. But if he /was/ that kind of person he absolutely would. Instead the kind of person Steve Rogers is is a survivor. Instinctively, as the magical bullets come firing, he twists to minimize the impact. He brings the shield around, prying it out of Oryou's iron jaws, to knock away two of the bullets. He takes three of the half-bullets in the side and one of them in side of the chest. A little bit closer and it might've been his heart. It /might've/ actually been his lung. He might have a pierced lung. He'll walk it off. And, ridiculously, Steve doesn't waste a second. Shield clutched tight in both hands, he brings the vibranium thing swinging around for Ryouma first. He knows that either he'll get a hit, or he'll for Oryou into the path of it - and then he might just be able to carry through into hitting Ryouma with Oryou. Superhuman muscles strain. Superhuman strength is applied. A man who can fistfight a vehicle and reasonably expect to win proceeds to bring a metal United States Flag on a Japanese imperialist with all his might.
Ryouma Sakamoto	What starts as Oryou getting between Ryouma and Steve soon turns into exactly what Steve had anticipated. His charge has too much momentum for her to stop him, no matter how much she braces for it. It might be easier, admittedly, if she didn't insist on flying constantly, and had the ground to grip against. Or tear into. One or the other. And then Oryou slams into Ryouma, with all the grace of a car sent flying. The two crash back and bounce on the ground a few times, before coming to a painful stop. Oryou grunts a lot, but Ryouma seems to be bursting out laughing. "I yield, I yield! I feel sorry for anyone who threatens your world now, Captain Rogers. You're, without a doubt, American." Stubborn and tenacious to a fault. But also strong and unfaltering. Ryouma rises, slowly, sheathing his katana and dusting himself. He's not bleeding out like the Captain, but he's certainly going to be feeling this one for the rest of the day. He helps Oryou up, and she hovers towards Steve, looking at the bullet holes. "Should Oryou take care of your wounds again?"
Steve Rogers	Steve takes a deep breath, exhaling. He's about to say something when Ryouma yields; at that, Steve slings the shield back onto his back, walks over, and offers them both a strong hand up. Honest to a fault, for certain. Ryouma says that he's for sure American, and Steve laughs at that. Ouch, it hurts to laugh. "You sell yourself short. That was some trick with the bullets. And your wife's a mighty strong lady. Not a lot of people who can stop vibranium with their teeth. You're a lucky man." Oryou offers. Steve's face goes a bit red. "No, that's...that's fine, miss. Avengers Tower has medical facilities. I'll be fine. It's a few bullets. I've been shot before, really. I won't die from this. Honest." Hastily, Steve pulls off the absolutely /destroyed/ tee, tearing it up a bit and bandaging the only wound he's sure he's worried about. "It's alright, it's alright. See? I've got bandages. I'm fine." He gives Ryouma a 'help' look, the same kind of look he gave Tony the other night.
Ryouma Sakamoto	"Ah... I'm afraid once Oryou's made up her mind, it's rather difficult to change it," Ryouma responds to the Captain's perplexed stare. "Does the Captain already have someone to lick his wounds, then?" Oryou inquires, still hovering entirely too close. "Oryou doubts they're as capable as she is. Besides, that blood will dry up fast, and dry blood doesn't taste as good. Please let Oryou handle it, or Ryouma will feel bad it ended up like this." He probably would, even if Steve says he can handle it.
Steve Rogers	"Miss, you're a very nice girl and I'm sure it's very effective, and I know that in this day and age people are a lot more...they...dance...with a lot more people," Steve manages, slowly backing away, "But I'm an old-fashioned American, you know, I'm, I don't really dance with married women, or women I barely know, and so, it's flattering, but," "Do you need some help, Steve? I can alert LifeCare if you like." "No thanks, Clarence!" Steve's voice is slightly hoarse, "Listen, your husband, I mean, he seems like a nice guy, and I don't think it's appropriate for you to..." "I mean, I'm flattered, I am, but I've..." Steve's too nice to lie to get out of it. "It's just..." "...Friday, a little help?" "Sorry, Captain Rogers. I can alert LifeCare if you like." Steve just sighs. He's the one who really lost here. "No thanks, Friday."