Post by Steve Rogers on May 4, 2017 22:08:20 GMT
“Maybe. I’m just glad we’re doing this well--I’m more of a motorcycle guy,” Steve half-joked, keeping his eyes completely on the road. Really, he was just grateful that someone at SHIELD insisted he learn an automatic with as scarce as manual transmission vehicles were becoming. And he was glad that his perfectionist tendencies had him regularly practice getting around in a car. He didn’t think he’d be doing nearly as well if he just stuck with the ‘41 Harley.
Focusing on the driving, Steve only overheard the occasional snippets of her phone conversation, and mostly because of circumstance since he wasn’t one for eavesdropping. What he heard was enough for him to sneak a quick grin before he got back to complete focus. But it was a little funny, knowing that she had dealings with the intelligence community. He wondered if her social improvising was as bad on the job. Either way, she managed better than him.
“Don’t know. Could’ve gotten jostled on the ride over,” Steve shrugged, realizing his concern was out of place and frankly a little hypocritical. She needed medical attention, but he didn’t need to badger her about it, either. He didn’t want to play the part of Bucky. Looking away as much as he could, he shifted uncomfortably and attempted to hide his sheepishness over the whole thing.
Getting out of the car to go inside of the mansion, Steve looked her way when she said she’d been here before.
“You have?” The inflection on his question was odd and he cleared his throat. Then he realized why and shook his head. “Right. Tony said that you were part of his life growing up.” She had remained friends with Howard. How close they’d been, Steve couldn’t say and didn’t really want to think about it. But he wouldn’t exactly blame either one. They had chemistry together and Howard knew a lot more about women than Steve did, that was for sure.
Moving to secure the two men, bound each of them to chairs with some proper zipties he’d found in the supply closet. Most of the rooms were left untouched but a few of the storage areas had been converted to storage space for Tony and the Avengers. Thankfully some version of that still seemed to be the case here. Each of the men were bound at the wrist, ankles, upper shin and calf and the forearm near the elbow. It didn’t limit their motion in their head or torso, but the chairs he’d tied them to were wooden. Old, sturdy and incredibly solid. They would have a hard time budging them, and he was sure Peggy would take what little motion they had into account.
Unfortunately the movement and pressure only further aggravated the wound in his shoulder until blood had seeped into the shoulder and most of the pec of his shirt. Ignoring that, he searched each of them and put out the contents of their pockets on a nearby table. When Peggy arrived, Steve stepped back, falling into the background. He was mostly acting as a prop, but just in case any of them had something unexpected up their sleeve, he wanted to be on standby and get eyes on any movement before it got too far.
Watching Peggy work, he was impressed with how smoothly she handled the interrogation. The information that they got seemed to be genuine, leaving Steve to press his lips into a tight line in thought. It wasn’t much to go off of. It wasn’t really anything to go off of. But there was one other angle he could think of. It was a long shot, but if they learned more about these men they could learn more about their usual clientele. It would still be a broad net cast, but it might give them something.
Motioning his head for Peggy to follow him into the hallway where they could keep an eye on him but whisper without chance of being overheard, he decided to say his piece. “Maybe we should focus more on these two. Find out if there’s a middle man between them and their clientele, and if not, how one gets into contact with them. If they work for an organization or float their services out to specific groups, we can narrow it down some. Maybe work from there.”
Focusing on the driving, Steve only overheard the occasional snippets of her phone conversation, and mostly because of circumstance since he wasn’t one for eavesdropping. What he heard was enough for him to sneak a quick grin before he got back to complete focus. But it was a little funny, knowing that she had dealings with the intelligence community. He wondered if her social improvising was as bad on the job. Either way, she managed better than him.
“Don’t know. Could’ve gotten jostled on the ride over,” Steve shrugged, realizing his concern was out of place and frankly a little hypocritical. She needed medical attention, but he didn’t need to badger her about it, either. He didn’t want to play the part of Bucky. Looking away as much as he could, he shifted uncomfortably and attempted to hide his sheepishness over the whole thing.
Getting out of the car to go inside of the mansion, Steve looked her way when she said she’d been here before.
“You have?” The inflection on his question was odd and he cleared his throat. Then he realized why and shook his head. “Right. Tony said that you were part of his life growing up.” She had remained friends with Howard. How close they’d been, Steve couldn’t say and didn’t really want to think about it. But he wouldn’t exactly blame either one. They had chemistry together and Howard knew a lot more about women than Steve did, that was for sure.
Moving to secure the two men, bound each of them to chairs with some proper zipties he’d found in the supply closet. Most of the rooms were left untouched but a few of the storage areas had been converted to storage space for Tony and the Avengers. Thankfully some version of that still seemed to be the case here. Each of the men were bound at the wrist, ankles, upper shin and calf and the forearm near the elbow. It didn’t limit their motion in their head or torso, but the chairs he’d tied them to were wooden. Old, sturdy and incredibly solid. They would have a hard time budging them, and he was sure Peggy would take what little motion they had into account.
Unfortunately the movement and pressure only further aggravated the wound in his shoulder until blood had seeped into the shoulder and most of the pec of his shirt. Ignoring that, he searched each of them and put out the contents of their pockets on a nearby table. When Peggy arrived, Steve stepped back, falling into the background. He was mostly acting as a prop, but just in case any of them had something unexpected up their sleeve, he wanted to be on standby and get eyes on any movement before it got too far.
Watching Peggy work, he was impressed with how smoothly she handled the interrogation. The information that they got seemed to be genuine, leaving Steve to press his lips into a tight line in thought. It wasn’t much to go off of. It wasn’t really anything to go off of. But there was one other angle he could think of. It was a long shot, but if they learned more about these men they could learn more about their usual clientele. It would still be a broad net cast, but it might give them something.
Motioning his head for Peggy to follow him into the hallway where they could keep an eye on him but whisper without chance of being overheard, he decided to say his piece. “Maybe we should focus more on these two. Find out if there’s a middle man between them and their clientele, and if not, how one gets into contact with them. If they work for an organization or float their services out to specific groups, we can narrow it down some. Maybe work from there.”
Peggy Carter hope this is okay--didn't want to have Steve butt in
