A little piece of home [Tagging Steve]

[rogueinladysclothing]

Two months is a long time to be away from the people you love and care about most in the world. Being stuck in a multiverse with no way to get back to them is even worse. For Amelia, it's become a daily fact of life - one she wakes up every day wishing wasn't true.

Even with her progress moving forward in therapy and the rather strict schedule she keeps to, she manages to find time every day to sit in her yew tree and think. Sure, some of it is for purposes of therapy, but most of it is for herself. She has no delusions about this selfish act: she misses home and seeing her family every day, which is why she takes the time to wonder about how things are going back home.

It's during one of these day dreaming sessions that an unusual thought crosses her mind, one that requires her immediate attention. After discarding most of her weapons, chest armor, and chaps, she hurries off into the Commercial District. The walk is a familiar one, and it doesn't take long until she's face to face with a room in a swanky, 1920's Brooklyn-style hotel labeled "221." She knocks carefully, hoping she's not disturbing the occupant on the other side.

"Steve? It's Amelia. Can I... can I come in?"

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[juststeverogers]

"It's open!" Hollers a somewhat muffled by the wood voice from inside. When Amelia works up the nerve to go in, she may be surprised to find Steve on his hands and knees in the middle of a newspaper strewn mess on the floor, covered head to toe in splotches of charcoal as he works on some sort of greyscale piece.

Luckily, he's wearing a pair of jeans and what was probably once a white tee shirt he got while in the Nexus. His suit is clean and hanging up on the other side of the door once she gets inside.

"How are you Amelia? Doing alright?" He'll get to his feet and give her a smile, adding another splotch of charcoal to his forehead and sandy bands as he wipes them form his eyes with the back of a hand.