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SHIELD Headquarters, Monday Morning
all-american boy
screwyoumarvel
Somewhere along the line, some kind of mistake had been made. Steve wanted to blame Portalocity, but he wasn't sure it was their fault. Maybe Wanda. Or the Infinity Cube or something.

The thing was, he'd returned home to a universe that was decidedly different than the one he was expecting. The SHRA hadn't gone down the way it had at home. Norman Osborn--Norman Osborn--had been in charge of SHIELD for a while...and now, Steve was. On the bright side, Tony was no longer convinced Steve was a Skrull. On the other flip side, being in charge of SHIELD came with an astonishing amount of paperwork. "Nick never seemed to do this much paperwork," he'd complained once, and Carol had told him, "Well, that's because he didn't. He made someone like Hill do it for him."

This, Steve felt, explained a lot about Maria Hill's temperament.

He never thought he would wish for something to attack New York, but right now...well, maybe just a little alien invasion? For old time's sake? There was some kind of audit going on, someone help him out here.

((Open for calls, texts, convenient alien invasions.))

MCA #9, Tuesday Evening
Steve - blue t-shirt arms
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Steve was settling in for a pleasant evening with his jazz records and his paints. He'd gotten a concerning text from Tony a few days ago, but enough time had passed without any kind of drunken overdramatic followup that he thought they might be in the clear for the time being.

Ha.

((For that guy.))

NYC & Also Steve's Apartment, Friday Afternoon
Cap facepalm
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At least no one bought a penguin refuge?Collapse )

[[Preplayed with funveewhat! Contents NFB, but that Steve got a phone call is fine.]]

Office Hours, Friday
all-american boy
screwyoumarvel
Steve's door was open and he was ready to help any students who might have had trouble with the modified exam, or anyone else who wanted to stop by for whatever reason.

Preference would not be given to guests to the island.

MCA #9, Saturday Morning
Steve - huh
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Steve returned from his morning run to find a blonde teenaged girl sitting at his kitchen table, crunching away at a bowl of cereal. He stopped dead for a moment, then said, "Right. Day after prom." She was quite a bit older than the usual...special guests, though. So that was different. Steve wasn't going to ask. "Sarah?" he guessed.

((For...me, but open for anyone who wants to drop by!))

MCA #9, Monday Afternoon
Cap facepalm
screwyoumarvel
Steve was spending a peaceful afternoon of listening to jazz and working on a painting. It had been a while since he'd gotten a chance to paint, and he was really enjoying it.

That was about to change, which he really should have seen coming.

Three guesses who the reason is, second two don't count.Collapse )

((Prelayed with the lovely hoorayimrich, endsthegame, momslilassassin, batwaffles, and childhood_taunt. To be concluded in the comments.))

Office Hours, Friday
Steve's brain hurts
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Steve had spent yesterday with his apartment under siege, and hadn't exactly slept...at all. But that was fine, he could go a lot longer than twenty-four hours without sleep. He'd gone over a week in December of '43. He hadn't enjoyed it, but he'd done it.

Of course, one thing the war had in its favor was a distinct lack of creepy dolls.

He was drinking coffee today, even though the caffeine did nothing, and doing some research on the computer to make sure the next time he picked a movie that was relevant to the class, it was also one that was appropriate for the class. That had definitely been a research fail.

((Open office hours are open!))

Office Hours, Thursday
Steve - say what?
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While Steve normally held his office hours on Friday, sometimes there was just some extra work that needed to be done. Which was why he found himself there on Thursday when Tony stopped by, apparently bored and looking for Steve to entertain him. He was just about to suggest he run a couple of miles to work off some energy when another, far less welcome guest arrived.

No seriously, he'd like to set her on fire with his mind.Collapse )

((Tony modded with permission; the rest preplayed with hoorayimrich!))

Office Hours, Friday
Steve - huh
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Steve was in his office on Friday, looking through resources for his class and discarding the ones that seemed to have an agenda beyond 'actually educate them about this stuff.' A depressing percentage of the total wound up filed in the circular file, but between what was left and his notes and resources from the last time he'd taught this class, he thought he had plenty to be getting on with.

((Open office is open!))

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