Jones Sparrow

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Steve woke up for his routine the same time he always did, even after spending the night with Sharon. A lap around Manhattan, a shower, and then some other small exercise routines and he was ready for work. Today he wore a dark blue button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, some black slacks, and matching shoes. He also put on his leather jacket, and made his way for the door. He would have been much happier going to work if he knew that the HQ was in tact, and so many people didn't get hurt or die during yesterday's incident. He didn't feel sadness. This day and age it seemed like everything was war. And in war, you will lose some very good men and women on both sides. Steve learned that lesson a long time ago. What really bugged him was the man with the robot arm.

Steve parked on the street right in front of Stark Tower, looking up at the place, his iconic shield on his back, even when dressed normally. As soon as he stepped in Jarvis' voice spoke through the intercom. "Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America. Height 6 foot 2 inches. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Peak human agility, reflexes, strength, and senses. fluent in German, Russian, Japanese, also a skilled artist. Access Granted. Captain Rogers, please proceed to floor 43 where your facilities await."

So its official... We're moving in. He thought to himself as he didn't ask any questions, and going to the elevator. Soon enough he was up in the penthouse. Stylish oak, steel, and glass interior. modern furniture, a bar, and glass screens. The whole place screamed "Stark." He walked up the staircase to reveal the new rooms, all having a name on them... Banner... Thor... Hawkeye... Rogers. He opened the door to reveal a modern looking room. And to his surprise, a lot of things from his era. A vintage radio, an old mounted World War II rifle on the wall, a Brooklyn Dodgers (now the Los Angeles Dodgers) poster, and other small trinkets that he remembered pretty fondly. It must have come from Stark's Dad's personal collection of vintage items. On one of the walls he had a place to mount his shield... This place was very well made. As if they planned on this a while ago...

He wasn't sure if he really wanted this though. He didn't like being told where to live... He tossed the jacket on the bed, and looked around a bit before hearing something next door. Stepping out, Steve saw his next door neighbor was in their own room... and to his relief it was Miss Sharon Carter. "Nice place... Although I think I like your apartment a bit more." Steve said gently at the doorframe, giving a smile when she turned around. It was one of the small opportunities he had to talk to her in an unofficial tone. He was sure Stark was somewhere, probably getting himself ready to present himself to Sharon... If they were forced to live here, their little relationship was going to be harder to keep a secret...

You Get What You Give

Robert loved seeing the faces of disgust as they walked on up to their jobs in the courthouse. Robert sat there, his cane next to him, holding out his tin can asking for money, and most of them would continue on without even a second glance. The life of a beggar was never easy... That's why Robin preferred to just simply take it. But there were the few who would put money in to the can, maybe some loose change, some a one or five dollar bill. It kept reminding him that there was always those hidden gems in a mountain of garbage.

During these thoughts is usually when Marian made her appearance. The blonde, to say the least, was stunning. She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen, and they were looking right at man she thought was an old one. "And a good morning to you!" Robert replied with a chuckle, his voice still sounding old and weathered as he gratefully took the donut, and coffee. When told that she had creamers and sugars, he shook his head. "Oh no, I'm a simple man, Miss Anderson. Black is just fine, thank you." He pressed the cup up to his lips, and smacking them like old men do afterwards. They ate mostly in silence, until she asked the question of how he became homeless. Now no one has ever asked this character before. he didn't expect people to! but he was prepared.

"Bad luck, bad decisions, bad people to turn to... It is the same sad tale that most people face, my dear." Robert said in a tone that was up beat, but also held the sadness of his demise. In a way, that was what Robert himself experienced. Now he wasn't a bad man, even when he was a wealthy one. He helped those in need for little money, and seemed to pick on Marian not in a cruel way, but more of a teasing one, one that she probably held a grudge about. One of those things he regrets.

"I'm okay, though... Those Merry Men seem to be fighting for old men like me." He chuckled a bit. "Just hope they know what they're doing..." He said quietly, taking a sip of his coffee.

You Get What You Give

I sent him a PM a bit ago, and I haven't gotten a reply. I'm sure there's something going on in his personal life right now

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Steve smiled at her words, it seemed as though they got embarrassed at different things, but they never seemed to think differently of each other. He walked in on her trying to pull out the cork, trying to bandage herself, dancing along to her music, and every time he thought that she was one in a million, and he was lucky enough to be drinking wine and eating pizza with her. He took the glass of wine, giving a nod and making a small toast to her. "Here here." Steve took a sip of the wine. One of the many side effects of the serum was his ability to never be intoxicated, no matter how much he drank... It probably didn't make him a party animal, but it was useful when he is intoxicated with poison, or having to go through chemical gases on the job with very little damage.

He moved closer to Sharon as she leaned on the counter. "Not bad. Glad I kept it..." Steve said, bending down a tad bit to give her a soft kiss on the lips. He also took another glance at her shoulder. He knew it wasn't serious, and it was treated, but he just couldn't help but make absolutely positive she was alright. He was so worried that he probably didn't tend to his wounds that much. He had the doctors for Shield check him out, but they couldn't mend bruises, or heal a black eye. He was happy that both of them were in good condition. He put slices of the pizza on plates, handing her one. "Bon apetite." The thought of going to "work" tomorrow at Stark Towers soon left his mind as it was more focused on the beautiful blonde, and the night they had ahead of him.

It'll probably end like any other night with Sharon, with talking and laughing, and a lot of kissing and Steve bringing another movie that he has yet to watch. And then he would usually go back to his apartment much later in the night. Him being all about respect, did not want to intrude on Sharon's privacy, therefore he never spent the night with Sharon in his arms. As much as he would love that, there was always that fear of Shield making a surprise visit to their apartments, and again, he wasn't the type of guy to just invite himself to that. But who knows? Today was a bit of a realization that Sharon meant so much to Steve. He was a man of morals, and doing what was right, but after losing so many people in his life, he might forget all of those things to protect the people that mean the most to him.

Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

"Don't thank me just yet. you still owe me some potato fries." Peter said jokingly with a nod, getting up, and making his way for the door yet again. "Feel free to explore the ship... just, be careful where you walk. Drax is kinda paranoid about new people..." Quill said, leaving Nikki to her thoughts. He was surprised that went as well as it did! He was sure that if they were alone he would have had his head on the floor, looking up at his decapitated body... Now that was a thought... bleh. He was now in the main "living room" as he liked to call it. It was the large circular room with the kitchen, and table inside it, with the ladder to the cock pit, and halls leading to different places of the ship such as the engine room, bathrooms, everyone else's rooms, weapons room, stuff like that.

Drax was sitting at the table, cleaning his blades as he always did. He was intimidating and terrifying, but Quill no longer feared him... well, not as much as before. Drax would easily follow Quill in to any battle, and trust his word, but wasn't afraid to be blunt of how stupid of an idea he had, which was very often. "Are we trusting that woman? Or are we going to throw her out of the ship now?" Drax asked casually, as if that was a normal question.

"Nope, no killing today. She's staying for a while until we hunt down some clowns hunting her." Quill said, walking over to the wall where the cassette player was, and pressing play on "Awesome Mix Vol. II" where Let's Groove started to play. Drax wasn't a man of music, but everyone else (especially Groot) seemed to enjoy it. Peter slid to the music as always, bobbing his head as he went to the kitchen. Most people would think the Guardians were ruthless, heroic characters who were specifically trained to do this... But in all reality they were just people who worked well together. A bunch of losers according to the average people of the galaxy, but now they were the best hope the galaxy got... And they took turns cooking dinner, and it was "Star-Lord Night" here on the Milano!

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Steve burrowed his eyebrows when he heard Sharon's tone of voice through the door. He opened it to see her trying to desperately open the old bottle of wine. He smiled at the sight, closing the door behind him, and putting the pizza on the counter. "Hot and fresh." Steve said with a nod, turning his attention to Sharon. He gently took the bottle, and examined it. "Well, unfortunately for the cork..." He gave it a small pull and it popped. "I liked your plans. thanks for loosening that for me." Steve said with a playful teasing tone. He set down the bottle, helping her take the plates and glasses out of her cabinets.

"Tony called me while getting the pizza... Said they had a surprise for everyone tomorrow, and need to get to bed early." Steve said, walking over to the pizza boxes and opening them. "I don't think sleep's gonna be so easy, especially with some good food, fine wine, and a very beautiful dame here with me." Steve said, realizing he was slipping in his 40's slang in to his words. He couldn't help it at times. Dame was nothing bad, or insulting, but it was weird coming from a mouth this day and age.

Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

Quill wasn't sure if she really wanted to say. A raccoon was hitting on her, Gamora and her hated each other, and she and Quill have had some rough experiences in the past.... Then Rocket was going to try and negotiate with her, which probably wont end well. Either with Rocket screaming with his infamous explosives, or Gamora with a knife at Rocket's throat, and Groot attacking Gamora. He was about to walk out as well to check on the ship until Nikki started to talk again. She was still very much wanted. Bounty hunters that were very skilled are still looking and hunting for the prized possession to make them filthy rich. He was surprised Rocket had never heard of her before that. He was a bounty hunter before all of this.

Quill walked over to her, giving a shrug. "The Milano is the safest thing in the galaxy. We haven't had anyone dare to fight the Guardians of the Galaxy... And I think this will be my official apology. I won't let anyone come here to take you." He knelt down to her, giving a nod of reassurance. "I'd be pretty bad at my job if I did... Oh, and Gamora isn't going to stay mad for long. We kinda blew her sister up in that whole battle we had... Haven't seen her since. So its safe to say they aren't getting Christmas cards from each other... Christmas if a terran holiday where you get gifts from a big guy in red, and its supposed to do with God... The point is, is that she'll warm up to you."

Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

Quill very much enjoyed being honest now adays. A lot less to remember, it takes less effort, and it usually lead to good things... Like Nikki saying how she was looking forward to their little vacation. He was too, don't get him wrong.... and he probably still was right now. She started to apologize, and she even said that she was glad their paths crossed again? He was about to reply until Rocket and Groot, the dynamic duo came walking in, as if they had authority because someone on the ship gave him a bit more respect than he deserved.

When she said "Sir Rocket" Quill made a head shake, moving his hands horizontally to tell her to "STOP TALKING" But Rocket already had it in his big head of his. Rocket was soon giving harsh words to Quill, but being nice to Nikki, and all he could do was roll his eyes. Groot started to talk as well. No one really understands him besides Rocket, but after spending a lot of time with him, the team seemed to understand his many "I Am Groots" Again, not as well as Rocket, but you know. Nikki wasn't getting at it though, which made Peter smirk a bit.

Then the focus was back on Quill. He gave a glare to Rocket. "Well, Captain Quill outranks 'Sir' Rocket. It isn't even my call anyway."

"The hell it isn't! We should have a vote! democracy!" Rocket said, raising his hand, Groot mindlessly mimicked him with a smile. "We aren't going to force her to stay. If she wants to go, which I won't blame her for, she can go. Not everyone has the will to deal with you guys all the time." Peter said. Rocket tilted his head. "What are you talking about? I'm great! the life of the Party! And quite the romantic..." He said the last part towards Nikki, raising his furry eyebrows.

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

The moment of them close to each other, and kissing each other passionately was something Steve very much enjoyed. But he still had that constant nagging in the back of his head. Why was he pretending everything was okay when a killer was still out. How could he spend time with Sharon when he couldn't stop the guy who hurt her? He's complaining about being useless, yet he could be helping S.H.I.E.L.D. repair and move in to Stark Tower! He wanted to very much be with Sharon right now, but he couldn't help but think that he shouldn't. He was glad that she didn't pick it up in his facial expression, because just as she was about to speak her stomach rumbled. He smiled and laughed a bit, putting his hand up to her now red cheek.

"How about I run by Ray's real quick?" He gave her a light kiss on her forehead, looking at her wounded arm for a second before getting up. "In my apartment I have a bottle of wine from 1942. Pizza and wine is some high end eating here in the Big Apple... and after today, we could use a drink." Steve said with a small smile and nod, giving her the okay to go through his apartment. Out of the few weeks they spent with each other, it was rare for them to be in his place. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, or thought she might snoop around, it was just her place felt more... lived in.

He gave her one last kiss before walking out of the apartment, and in to the cold New York night.

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The drive to the place was refreshing. The night was illuminated with the skyscrapers, he could still hear sirens, and construction underway a few blocks from here at SHIELD HQ. He bought his pizzas, and was walking back to his motorcycle when his phone rang. Balancing the pies with one hand, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Hello?"

"Glad to see you haven't forgotten how to use this."

"Stark?"

"Hey, i'm calling to ask a question. Do you want your room decked out in Red White and Blue, or Army Green? Jarvis and I couldn't decide on which one you'd like--"

"What are you talking about?"

"Director Fury has a nice little surprise for all of... Us tomorrow." He used the word Us were potentially. It could have only meant one thing. "I don't plan on living in the tower--?"

"Hey, he said it wasn't final decision... but just in case New York once again goes to shit, and we have to stick together... he just thought everyone should get their own little place in my Mansion." Stark said casually. "Oh, Fury also wanted me to tell you that you need to get up bright and early. he might have a lead for you... Hey, do you know if Miss Carter would like a joined room with mine, or--"

Steve turned off the phone, and got on to his motorcycle yet again, and took off for the apartments. he arrived minutes later, knocking lightly on Sharon's door, pizzas in hand, starting to feel the fact that he hadn't eaten in hours as well.

Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

Peter Quill was a changed man. He no longer searched for money, or women. He didn't run from things that scared him, he didn't block out the thoughts of his dying mother. He was a hero! A true legend! He liked being defender of people who need help much more than a sleezy womanizer who wanted nothing but money. He slammed on the brakes of the speeder, everyone lurching forward but he was prepared for it! He jumped out, taking his pistols out as he squeezed off a few shots at some robots that still followed. Everyone climbed in, even Nikki. He ran to the cock pit, pushing buttons, pulling levers, and soon the doors closed, and the Milano rose, the ship shaking a bit as weapons were being fired at it... But that soon didn't matter, as they were going out of the orbit.

"We didn't get proof that he died, we won't get the money..." Drax said, looking at Quill walking out of the cockpit, and in to the large kitchen. "Oh we got proof. A few witnesses, a couple of robot scrap, and a video recording." Quill said with a nod, walking past Groot Rocket and Drax, looking for Nikki. It didn't take long before Gamora stormed down the hall. "I don't like her." She said simply, continuing down the hall. Peter made his way to the room she positioned herself in. He leaned on the door frame, looking at the woman crying for a few seconds before speaking.

"I thought about it." Peter said in a "matter of fact" tone. "I thought about it for a second. One million dollars for someone who I barely knew who wanted to split my profit in half... It only took one second for me though, to know that that wasn't going to happen." Quill said with a nod. "I was many things... I probably still am some of those things today... But a slave trader was never one of them." He had his arms crossed, looking at the blue haired woman that he hadn't seen in years. She was still beautiful, but she looked exhausted, stressed, angry... While Peter felt like the opposite now adays.

"I'm sorry if I ever gave the vibe of wanting to trade you for money... I'm sorry for... well, trying to trick you in to joining me on a vacation so that we could part ways right after. And I'm sorry for all the lies I told earlier about the infamous Star-Lord. Although he is handsome and brave... he wasn't all that special until just recently." Peter said softly. he was humiliating himself in front of her, hopefully to prove the point that he's a changed man. "We'll drop you off the next stop we make so you don't have to deal with any of us for too long."