and every battle must be ended

[shieldborne]

The Clubhouse is not as busy these days. Miles and Peter both appear to be busy, and Quicksilver comes and goes as he will, sometimes at speeds too high for Steve to get a good look at him. As a consequence, the rooms that Steve claimed for his own have become about 10% sleeping quarters and 90% art studio.

If he's honest with himself, he's pretty happy. There are things going on at home that worry him, political currents that make him want to speak out, or scream; petty battles that don't require his input, especially now that he's half the man he used to be in the most literal fashion possible. Some days (most days) he aches to put on the suit and pick up the shield and try to fix things. But other days he paints a few delicate lines on a canvas and watching the sheen of oil paint shimmer in the studio lights makes something in him feel stable and at home for the first time in decades.

Today, he's actually got medical textbooks spread all over one of the booths in the central room of the Clubhouse, because he's about to get a crash course in first aid training for street medics, and if Sam or Bucky figures out what he's doing, they'll have kittens. Learning first aid isn't a problem, but the idea that he'd wade into a protest with a med kit and a chip on his shoulder is not one his close friends wish to entertain.

He's not sure he'll ever use this information, but it feels like doing something. That's important.

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[shieldborne]

With his reduced hearing and his increased distraction, it takes Steve a while to note the noises upstairs, and a little longer to try and decide whether he was imagining them. At length, though, he closes his book and gets up, making his way upstairs, just slightly wary.

His first glance at Adrien tells him something is quite wrong, and yet having seen him both in costume and in street clothes leaves him sure of who he's looking at. Unless this is an alternate, but it seems unlikely that an alternate would wander into the Clubhouse.

"...uh," he says softly, concerned by the trembling. "Hey, pal. Do you recognize me?"

Adrien isn't the only one that looks a little different, after all. Steve is about a foot shorter and nearly a hundred pounds lighter.

[chatnerd]

It took a moment for Adrien to realize that someone was speaking to him. Alarmed as Steve already was, he might be even moreso to see just how distant the gaze turned his way was, entirely like the teen was barely registering that he was there. He did though, odd costume ears pricking sluggishly as he recognized the voice, out of a person that... was definitely shorter and skinnier than he recalled. But there were enough similarities for him to put two and two together, even if it was slower than normal.

"...Steve?"

[shieldborne]

That thousand yard stare is all too reminiscent of the looks he's seen on a lot of faces in the last few years, and on the battlefield before that. In a way, this is exactly what he was afraid of for these children, and he doesn't have to ask what happened to get a basic, but very clear, idea.

It hurts. He can't protect them well now, if he ever could, but in a way this is exactly what he built this place for.

He comes a few steps closer and kneels on the floor next to him, not quite close enough to invade his space bubble, but enough to put himself within reach. "Yeah, it's me. Some weird things happened back home. I'm the same guy, more or less. Just a different kind of body."

"It's been a while. I'm glad you're here." His voice is gentle. "You can stay as long as you want to."

[chatnerd]

Adrien didn't budge. Thankfully didn't seem to be too agitated by Steve's presence, or when he draws closer. Nodding vaguely at the explanation- it made so little sense but then so did everything else lately... why not a little bodyswapping?

The teen missed biting back the toneless little bit of a laugh that slipped from him. Glad you're here. Would he be glad if he knew what Adrien had done? No, surely not. No one would be glad.

"Likely for the best," Mumbled more than anything. "Don't... have anywhere else to go."