Steve Rogers’ battle experience and training make him an expert tactician and an excellent field commander, with his teammates frequently deferring to his orders in battle. Rogers’ reflexes and senses are extraordinarily keen. He has blended boxing, judo, karate, jujutsu, kickboxing, and gymnastics into his own unique fighting style and is a master of multiple martial arts. In canon, he is regarded by other skilled fighters as one of the best hand-to-hand combatants in the Marvel Universe.
Juniper waited anxiously for a call from her sister. It’s hard having a twin who lives all the way across the globe. She went from talking to her every day, to staying up into the wee hours of the night waiting. Quietly, she tip toes out to the pool deck to get some fresh air as she hears the dial tone ring in her ear. No luck.
She notices a light on above her, with a man leaning against the railing. Steve. That must be the uneasy energy she has been feeling the past hour. It wasn’t uncommon for her to feel the anxious energies the night brought on. Her cellphone finally clicks, and her sister mumbles something. She is just going to have to wait. Turning around, she heads back into the compound and up the stairs toward Steve’s room.
Steve was quiet as he looked out at everything, lost in his memories, thinking of what he had missed while he’d been in the ice. He liked to think they had lived happy lives once they were home, that the war had ended and they had been able to go back to their families and live on. He looked at his glass, sighing softly. He paused when the door to his floor opened and turned enough to look over his shoulder at where Juniper stood. “Why are you up so late? Sister not call?” he asked, taking another sip from his glass.
Steve didn’t sleep often, and tonight was one of the nights where his mind was wandering about those he had lost. Tonight, after pouring a drink despite his inability to get inebriated, he found himself sitting on the open patio, blue eyes watching the lighted pool and out beyond the compound, quiet as he thought. Lost in his own mind, he didn’t note the time ticking by as the sun set and the moon rose up from the horizon.
“Yes that is my name,” she smiled softly at him tgen watched him unwrap his hands, “Why do you not sleep often if you dont mind my asking Steve?” His question was a fsir one, “Dreams of my soon to be former husband.”
Steve shrugged. “I was comatose for almost seventy years, kind of hard to sleep after all that time.” Nightmares didn’t help, but Steve didn’t talk about that. Hearing her comment, he arched a brow, watching her. “I assume you mean Loki?”
Sigyn was awake, she wasn’t quite use to the midgaurdian time change, it messed with her body. Walking the compound she was still under house arrest until SHIELD cleared her for outings. It would be a while with Loki missing, or so they had told her. Hearing the bag swinging on the chain as she entered the workout facility she walked toward the noise. Watching him a few moments she cleared her throat, “Can’t sleep either?”
Steve turned a he heard the woman speak, eyes taking her in. “Don’t sleep much, actually.” he replied. “You’re…Sigyn, right? Thor mentioned you.” he said, unwrapping his hands. “What has you up late?”
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