Dude looks like a lady

[captain_rogers]

While the thought of Bucky and the continued fruitlessness of his search for the man weighed heavy on him, there was little different in the routine Steve had taken up in being reintroduced to the hotel. Rising at dawn for a quick, but calorie-laden breakfast, the usual morning run out on the grounds for endurance, time in the gym for strength and flexibility, followed by the insistent growl of his stomach that demanded he rush through his shower before heading back to the Bistro for a second breakfast. All simple, already familiar, and done before nine in the morning.

What was neither simple nor familiar was what happened when he stepped out of the shower with no thought other than that he needed to towel off and dress before he could go out and public to sate the near constant hunger in his belly. He dried his hair with a quick scrub of a towel, wrapped the towel around his hips and padded through the door between bathroom and bedroom with every intention of following exactly that plan. He did not, however, intend on stumbling, thrown suddenly off balance by the length of his legs and the width of his hips and the entirely unfamiliar balance of his body.

He crashed unceremoniously to his hands and knees, shaking his head against the disorientation only to find a cloud of blonde hair in his face. Even as he swept it back with a pass of his hand, wondering at the length of that hair as it fell long past his shoulders, he found himself staring at the delicate and most assuredly feminine hands he held out before him.

Steve looked down at his body as he knelt on the floor, only to just as suddenly jerk his head back up as he flushed red with embarrassment, pulling at the towel around his (too round) hips until it covered him more...more, just more. He didn't want to think of what or how it covered him. There he scrambled for his clothes, hurriedly trying to find something of the too large, wrongly fitted things that could fit over the shape of this too body. A shirt that fell to the top of his thighs and swamped him, a pair of boxers rolled at the waist to fit less precariously, a leather jacket he zipped up over the unfamiliar terrain of his chest, and Steve rushed out the door in the hopes of finding someone he knew or someone who could fix...whatever this was.

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[fullmetal_alchemy]

"Yeah, well," Ed said with a shrug, "Automail seems to be mostly from my world. Not a big surprise."

He couldn't even really blame Steve on not knowing the mechanics. Ed was pretty useless when it came to his own arm -- and it was his arm. Still, even if it weren't for having someone from home, it would have been nice to have someone who knew something about his arm here. He didn't like the idea of being without it if something happened, but so far nobody had surfaced with any mechanic knowledge. Mostly, he forced himself not to fret over it. Nothing he could do about it now.

"Normal?" Ed scoffed. "Not that I'm aware of. I'm pretty new myself, though. Name's Ed." He tacked on the last part as he held out hand in greeting.

[captain_rogers]

The fact that it was not his first experience reorienting himself in new rules of biomechanics, in a vastly restructured skeleton and differing muscle attachments (or at least the strength of those attachments) made the situation doubly strange. His transformation before had come at the price of agony so intense he had, for all his attempts to control it, passed out from it. This transformation had come with no pain, no scientific team, no injections of either antibiotics or the combination of radiation and chemicals he hadn't half understood.

He had a hard enough time understanding how exactly he was supposed to stand with his skeleton feeling as if it had been stretched wider and shorter in some dimensions, and narrower and longer in others.

He reached out a hand to shake that of the other man's, "Steve. Steve Rogers."