Touching Base Mar 20, 2016 1:19:07 GMT
Post by Steve Rogers on Mar 20, 2016 1:19:07 GMT
There was probably about a five minute span. Five minutes between JARVIS' pickup via Quinjet and them touching down on the Helicarrier where he had peace. Not much of any kind of peace, though. Comms were filled with chatter about attacks going down on the East Coast. The bastards had coordinated and waited for them to leave their home turf before they went after New York, which seemed to have a pretty large and well-coordinated assault against it. Thankfully NYC wasn't left entirely defenseless, and rag-tag hero teams seemed to hold off this round. But once they were on the carrier, intelligence suggested that things weren't even close to over. This was a lull, and that meant organizing defenses and making preparations while the forces regrouped. Intel suggested NYC would be ground zero for what was going to come next, and they thought it was going to be bigger and badder than what already happened.
Obviously, this made it hard for Steve to do anything other than oversee preparations and organize defenses and rally the team, but he wasn't given that option. After a minute long argument with Fury on the matter, hew was carted off the medical and put under for the duration of the flight back, plus a little while longer. When he came to, the torn ligaments and tendons had been addressed as best they could, he was on a cocktail of drugs to bring down swelling and numb pain, and his right arm was in a flexible cloth cast, sort of like what carpal tunnel victims wore. Only it was even tighter, limiting his range of motion down to the slightest movements. Which meant he write anything, hold a gun, squeeze a trigger, or even ball a fist. Between that and the other stitch work on his body, he knew they'd force him to sit out.
He couldn't blame them. He'd make them sit out this time around, too.
Out for over an hour past landing, Steve was forced to find the team and touch base. Making the rounds, he started with Nat, who had at least seen him loopy enough on painkillers before that she couldn't judge. Thankfully the side-effects had been trimmed back, which meant no mild-to-severe hallucinations, and only the tiniest bit of euphoria. But he was still a little sluggish until his metabolism worked the last of the anesthesia out of him. Thankfully, Nat humored him and filled him in on all that he missed while he was down and out. SHIELD was operating off of what Fury and the others had dreamt up, and some Avengers were going off of that, others were doing their own thing. Some of what he had suggested had been incorporated at large, as well, but that mostly came down to common sense. He was positive those suggestions would've been made with or without him.
The second stop was Carol. By the time he was to her, all of the sluggishness was long gone. Carol was doing some heavy lifting and helping set up barricades and choke points to create good defensive positions around the city. Thankfully, she was in the same neighborhood as Nat, so he didn't have to drive very far, which was good because he seriously felt like he was putting the SHIELD agent out by making him be a chauffeur. Issuing an apology and his thanks simultaneously, he popped out of the car and rounded a corner to the other side of a large building, where he stood for a while and just stared. Seeing Carol in action, even inoffensively was still damn impressive.
Once she was done, he came her way and gave a snappy salute with his left hand. "Major." He gave a little nod to the structure she'd just put up. "Good work. Just came by to check in on you, see how you were holding up. I know you took some pretty impressive damage back in Seattle," his baby blues flickered over her in observation.