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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.

Jan. 24th, 2016 01:08 pm
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Washington, DC | Late 2015

Simmons breaks away from the madness of her job to enjoy dinner with someone who definitely can understand the strangeness of her life.

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Mar. 22nd, 2015 08:52 pm
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It's been almost a year since Sam first showed up at the Nexus and he doesn't understand it any more now than he did then. It's occasionally entertaining, dinosaurs notwithstanding, but sometimes he wonders if he ought to be moving on and getting back to the hero business. Sure. He's no Captain America or Black Widow and he's probably only ever going to be on the JV squad of the Avengers but he's done his bit. He's gotten a taste of it and wants more.

Not a lot he can do about it, though. For the last several weeks, every door he's tried has been stuck and he can't go anywhere except within the hotel itself. It's been okay - he's had enough money and supplies to get by - but it's damned annoying. Tonight, he's decided to abandon all pretense of dealing with his problems and headed to the Smoking Room to drink and ignore everything for a little while.

As a coping mechanism, it's a shitty one, and he has enough knowledge in this arena to know it isn't a permanent solution. Still, everyone's allowed to be down for a little while and Sam thinks if he is maladjusted for a night or two, it's not going to harm anything in the grand scheme. He's going to come out all right, just like he always does, and eventually the doors are going to open again and he can get back to kicking HYDRA's ass.

JV squad or not, he thinks that the Avengers will more than likely appreciate all the help they can get, especially since SHIELD is no longer a thing.

Until then? He's going to enjoy his beer and sulk for a little while.

Nov. 9th, 2014 11:40 am
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Sam has never been the best with idle time. He's always wanted to be on the move somehow, be that as an active duty officer or just running around the Mall and being in the hotel makes him a little stir crazy. While he's aware that the current HYDRA situation means he probably shouldn't try to go make himself a hero back home, it leaves him a little at loose ends otherwise.

So he decides to start exploring doors. Some of them are easy enough to figure out - Disneyland is always a classic. Some of them are a hell of a lot more complicated and he's not sure why he decided heading into an unknown jungle was a good idea but now he's deep in the thick of it, the canopy of trees making it where he can't get a good idea of his bearings. The door is long gone, far behind him, and ahead of him is...well shit.

"That is a dinosaur. Dinosaurs are supposed to be dead." Except, apparently, not when you choose the random jungle door and end up in Jurassic Park.

(Sam isn't going to be surprised if someone tells him that it is Jurassic Park. His life is just weird and strange enough for something like that to be an every day occurrence.)

The dinosaur in particular is a T-rex and he thinks, if he keeps very still, maybe he can get out of this one alive. Still, that being said, he wishes he had his wings and some firepower to help even up the odds.
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Outside of the Nexus Hotel, waiters and hotel staff had begun to set up the umbrellas and the tables in the middle of the day. Soon, it became clear that something was happening in the shadow of the Nexus. White tablecloths were draped on the tables and drinks and food were brought out with the help of several waiters and servers, staffing tables with hot and cold foods beside bartending stations. Summery drinks in bright, neon colors are laid out one by one and soon, the afternoon light casts a radiant look on the scene.

Music plays faintly in the background and a note at the front desk invites all the Nexus guests to head outside and join in on the summer party, which promises to continue going as long as there are people to stay and continue keeping the warm atmosphere rolling.

On the lawn, social games had been set out -- lawn bowling, croquet, and tables were set up with chairs for anyone who didn't quite have the will or the spirit to get into such games. Soon, a small number of people had begun to mill around, but as with all parties, there's always room for more.

May. 5th, 2014 05:58 pm
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cut for spoilers from The Winter Soldier )

He takes a landing that isn't so much graceful as functional through one of the blown-out windows of the Triskelion and starts pulling at doors, trying to find the best escape route. Since most of the good guys are technically Hydra's guys at this point, Sam's not sure who to trust. He wrenches open a utility door that looks promising; maybe it heads down an old, unused maintenance hallway and he can find a way out without tripping all the guards from here to Arlington.

The decor doesn't seem to match the door. Instead of the utilitarian metal and concrete that's the hallmark of most government buildings, this one leads to plush carpeting and warm, cheery decor. It looks like a damn vacation compared to where he just came from and Sam cranes his neck to see around the corner as best he can, hoping he doesn't get shot while he's pulling his worst Roadrunner impersonation. That would be a damn mess. Rogers would probably try to spin it during his funeral that he died a hero but he thinks at least Romanoff would be snickering in the background. Can't get anything past her. He doesn't get shot (this time) and decides that maybe it's worth the risk. The halls seem empty of personnel, friendly or not, and maybe it's a chance to get the hell out and get somewhere that he can coordinate back with his team.

He likes the sound of that, being part of a team again, and grins to himself as he carefully works his way down the hall, trying to look as nondescript as possible. That's a little hampered by the twisted, broken wing attached to his back but maybe anyone he runs into will be so damn shocked that they won't notice he's only half a bird right now. Maybe.

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