13399/Late-Nite Workout

Late-Nite Workout
Date of Scene:	29 May 2021
Location:	Fogwell's Gym, Clinton
Synopsis:	Strangers walk into the gym, and friends walk out.
Cast of Characters:	Captain America, Wonder Woman

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Captain America has posed:
Were he any other man, Captain America might look tired under his eyes. Bucky had been staying with him, and had crawled into his bed while he was out for a late night meeting. It had seemed that Dr. McCoy, who seemed to be Bucky's unofficial psychiatrist, had come over, and one thing led to another. By the time Steve got back, Bucky was occupying his bed, Dr. McCoy was on the couch, and he wasn't going to say which, but it sounded like there was a rupture on the hull of a naval ship.

Captain America could sleep on the floor just fine. But he couldn't sleep under those conditions. So, he went out. He didn't really have any plan. He had tried a bar, Josie's by the name of it, getting a beer, but that didn't really seem his style. He stayed near the bar, but the music was too loud. It was too crowded. After about half an hour, he would quietly slip out.

He wore his brown leather jacket, not from the second World War, but it definitely was of a style associated with the era. He had blue jeans on. Under the jacket, jut a grey U.S. Army t-shirt. Nothing fancy. Catching sight of Fogwell's Gym, which had a sign saying open 24 hours, he pushed his hand through the glass doors, the metal bars on them were noted, and he would sign up for a session, and end up buying some Fogwell's Gym branded sweatpants and an extra t-shirt, since he would like a shower afterwards.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Sometimes, there are sleepless nights. They're a thing that can happen for many a reason, to many a person. Possessed of one such night herself, the Amazon princess has dressed in simple attire -- light grey cotton pants, socks and running shoes, and a blue t-shirt. She took a couple of minutes to braid her dark hair, and then she made her way out of the Embassy where she lived, adjusting the watch on her left wrist to check the time briefly. It was what most people would consider an ungodly hour of the day.

A smile quirks briefly at the corners of her lips, and she gives a nod to the security guard outside of the Embassy. She's familiar with everyone that works here, it's her home and her job. She walked at first, and then quickened her pace to a jog before giving in to the desire to simply run as she would if she were on her native Themyscira. And after a little while, she, perhaps by Fate's fickle hand, finds herself stopping outside of Fogwell's Gym. It might not be a typical haunt for her, but she's got a passing familiarity with it.

Diana lifts her right hand, idly brushing a stray lock of her hair from her face in order to tuck it behind one of her ears. She steps towards the door and reaches out her right hand to pull it open before stepping through to the interior of the establishment. Her blue gaze lightly wanders the assortment of equipment, and then she steps further within, apparently deciding to stay a while.

Captain America has posed:
Steve was just finishing up his payments for the session and the clothes as the door opened with an audible chime. The soldier in his took an immediate look, concerned about what may be coming, but upon seeing a tall woman in athletic gear, he dismissed the possibility of her being a threat. If she were, he would know soon enough. If she wasn't, then it was just another person interested in a late night workout.

Ripping the tags off of the t-shirt and the sweatpants he had bought, he would hold the price tag and the little plastic thread out, "do you have a bin?" The cashier would lift up a small waste bin, which Steve could toss the garbage into. He would have asked if they recycle, but most places like this don't recycle paper, and it was a small amount, which would biodegrade on its own. Plus, recycling wasn't second nature to him yet, even after having been thawed for so long.

Music played in the background, louder in the gym proper and quieter up front. Right now, it was 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor, and made famous by Rocky III. He would nod to the woman, before heading to the men's changing room, where he would hang up his jacket, and change into the Fogwell's Gym branded sweatpants and t-shirt. It didn't take long. A few moments later, he would emerge, black running shoes, white socks, navy blue sweatpants with gold accents, and a gold t-shirt with navy blue accents. He had rented a towel as well.

Wonder Woman has posed:
There's no armor, no weapons, no detail about her that indicates a possible or plausible threat. Or even an identity, give that she'd left her typical bracers back at the Embassy as well. Patiently, Diana waited her turn at the counter, though not without her gaze straying towards the vigilant Army fellow. A smile touches at the corners of her lips, and she inclines her head towards him. A greeting, of sorts, albeit a quiet one. Her gaze follows him as he heads into the changing room, and one of her eyebrows quirks up just a touch.

Diana's attention is drawn away by the attendant at the counter. She steps forward and to the counter when it's her turn, and for herself chooses only to secure a small towel and a bottle of water. Perhaps an oddity. The attendant doesn't question her on it, and Diana taps her watch to be able to pay for her own session and items. By the time he's come out of the changing room, she's moved further into the gym itself, her blue gaze perusing the various and assorted equipment that's available here. The weights are unlikely to be a challenge, and so her attention only skims past them.

Her attention is drawn back to him as he steps clear of the changing room, looking him over a touch closer. "I would hazard a guess to say that your visit here as is impromptu as mine," Diana says, a hint of amusement touch her voice along with her accent. She wasn't born and raised here, and English isn't her first or native language.

Captain America has posed:
Emerging from the changing room, towel slung over his left shoulder, like the strap from a holster strap, only wider, much wider, Steve Rogers would greet the woman, offering a kind curl of his lips, almost a smile, but not quite full on. It did broaden into a fully fledged smile when she began to speak to him.

"Oh, yeah, you caught that, huh. Best friend's passed out in my bed, another friend on the couch, so I figured, why not get in a workout before settling down onto a nice comfy floor. It's the firmest mattress this side of Gotham." He would take a step toward her, offering a hand to the woman who nearly matched his own height, "name's Steve Rogers, nice to meet you," which carried a lot of weight, and he was a known quantity, but he wasn't trying to show off, it was just his way to introduce himself by his first and last name.

He detected an accent on her voice, eastern Mediterranean, perhaps Greek, but he was no expert on such things. "So, what brings you here at this hour? Weights, cardio, or just freestyling it?"

Wonder Woman has posed:
A glance is given towards the towel that rests on his shoulder, and then her blue gaze returns to meet his. She shifts the towel from her right hand over to her left, the movement seeming almost lazy in nature. There is a hint of a smile that lingers at the corners of her lips, an expression that's there and yet not fully so.

"It is not so hard to catch the detail when one knows what to look for. Besides," she says, lifting the towel to indicate it, "I know the detail well." She seems amused, at that. This likely isn't her first time ending up here without it being planned. Then she chuckles softly before giving a nod. "It sounds like a rather full house. Floors are not the most comfortable of places to sleep, nor is the ground, and I can think of more comfortable places to sleep than either of those," she comments, studying him for a long moment. She reaches out her right hand to accept his own, and she gives a small nod to him. "Diana Prince," she offers in introduction of herself. It is, equally, not an attempt to show off at all but instead simply a introduction, a first and a last name. "It is nice to meet you as well," she says, a smile easily coming to her features.

To guess Greek would be accurate enough, all things considered. "I ran from Manhattan to here, so... it could be said that cardio has already been had, after a fashion. And I have the run back. It is likely more accurate to say that freestyle is more what I have come for. And yourself?" she asks, a flicker of curiosity rising to her voice.

Captain America has posed:
Standing there, Steve noted the shift of her towel, mirroring the way he carried his own. It put him at ease. People often responded well when someone adopted the same mannerisms. It was also a sign of attraction. Steve didn't know which it was, but either way, the gesture was appreciated, and returned with another brief widening of his smile.

"You must be an observant woman," he commented at her attention to detail, and more weight was given to her prior gesture. "Oh, I've slept on worse. Great for your back too." He did like a firm mattress. The ones today were so soft and comfortable that he felt like he was sleeping on a cloud. Half the time he was worried he would sink under the bed. "

His eyes traced her face, trying to remember where he had seen her before. Somehow, she seemed familiar. He listened to her explanation. He didn't know where in Manhattan she had come, but likely somewhere else on the island. The gym itself was in Clinton, on the southwest side. "Freestyle it is. Would you care to join me?" He had no real intentions on his workout, no specific goals, just, it was something to do, and despite his abilities, he needed to practice to maintain them.

Wonder Woman has posed:
There's a slight tilt of her head as Diana watches him, and there's a slight upward quirk at the corners of her lips. "Must I be?" she asks, one of her eyebrows raising a touch. She lifts her left hand, catching her braid and nudging it over her shoulder so that it rests at her back. "Perhaps I am. Details can be important things," she says, a hint of amusement finding her voice.

There's a soft chuckle as he mentions sleeping on worse, and she lifts one of her shoulders in a bit of a shrug. "I have slept on worse things as well. The floor, dirt... army cots," she comments, the latter of which holds a note of amusement to it. She'd noticed his Army shirt of earlier. "Sleeping on sand is not bad, so long as the night is not a rainy one. I would not recommend sleeping sitting up and leaning against a wall. One might end up waking up slumped to the floor," she says, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

The offer that he extends is considered for a moment. "It would be an honour to," she says, inclining her head towards him. She has no real intentions for her own workout, either. At least, none other than not breaking things. It's a valid concern, with strength such as hers. "Where would you wish to start?" she asks, her gaze flicking briefly across the room before returning to him. She appears comfortable and at ease.

Captain America has posed:
"Well, it certainly sounds like it to me," he corrected, not having meant to imply force when it wasn't necessary. "But I have been known to be wrong as often as I've been right," he said with a touch of mirth and reconciliation in his voice. He watched her play with her braided hair, and seemed to enjoy her apparent teasing.

"Ah, you served?" he began to like her even more. She did seem to have good muscle definition, and there was something about the way she carried herself, that confidence, that reminded him of someone. "Yeah, I had my fair share of mornings like that," having learned that as good as the wall was to fall asleep, it wasn't great during the sleep.

"You've done your cardio," he had not done his own, but he didn't really need it. His body adapted well to abrupt workouts. One of the many advantages of the super-soldier serum, "so how about some weights. That relay station looked promising," and he cast his head towards it, then back to focus on her, "or," considering that she seemed to have served in active duty, "perhaps a bit of sparring. They have a boxing ring," though it could be used for any martial fighting style.

Wonder Woman has posed:
There's a soft laugh, and then she inclines her head towards him. "One would be hard pressed to be right all of the time, I would think," Diana says, a touch of amusement to her tone. "Sometimes there are lapses in judgement, and there are errs which occur. It simply means that there is more to learn, and a reminder that the future is not a predictable element," she muses.

A smile quirks her lips, and she raises an eyebrow before giving a nod. "In a fashion, though perhaps it might be hard pressed to call it official service. It has been a while, though. Both here, and home," Diana says, a thoughtful tone to her voice. Home is far from here, and she was a warrior there long before she ever fought here. "They make for somewhat stiff mornings, after sleeping against a wall. Although usually sleep in such a place tends to be riddled with strange noises, so it tends towards being the less than ideal version," she comments.

"Some cardio, at least. There will be more. There is nearly always more," she says in a light tone. She didn't really need the cardio either. There's a glance towards the weight, one of her eyebrows quirking up slightly, and then her blue gaze returns to him. And at his suggestion, there's a smile that quirks at the corners of her lips as she takes his measure, visually, and she gives a nod. "Sparring could work well, I think," she agrees.

Captain America has posed:
Steve inclined his head towards her, subconsciously mimicking her gestures now, "very true," completely agreeing with her. "Right. All we can do is our best, based on what information we have at the time. There's no such thing as an absolute right, or an absolute wrong, but men and women, giving their all, making a call."

He wasn't entirely up to speed on the political engagements, especially while he was in the ice, but he knew enough that there were people who served, without wearing a recognized uniform. Not all service was officially sanctioned and documented. "The last time I used a wall as a pillow, I was being shot at..." he was about to say by the Germans, but that would be impolite, and it would confuse her, as America hadn't waged a war with Germany in his apparent lifetime.

He would have thought she'd go for the weights, and was impressed, his face doing a half turn before righting itself, "okay then," he had not recognized her name, and although he was fairly certain he had seen her face, he couldn't place it right now. He began to walk, gesturing with his right arm for her to follow, and would make his way to the ring, "do you need a warm up?" He asked, setting his towel on one of the rings, as he began to do his own stretches. Very by the book, and actually, quite outdated to anyone with knowledge. He did the warm up exercises that he had been taught decades ago.

Wonder Woman has posed:
"Exactly so. In many situations, there is only a brief period of time to get a read on what is going on and how to then react to it, for better or for worse. And our best is the most that we ca give. Sometimes the choices made will lead to being hurt and sometimes not, but hopefully never to innocent lives being taken," Diana says, her brow furrowing for a moment before her expression clears. "Your perspective is sound. What is right for me to do in a situation is not necessarily what would be right for you to do. There are variables," she adds, giving a small nod to him.

Similar to him, the last time she 'served' was a long time ago. It was during World War II, though she doesn't tend to speak on it very much. "Mm. That sounds somewhat familiar. Shot at, and bombs dropped on," she comments, then gives a small shake of her head. She definitely doesn't look her age, not that she shares that very often either.

There's a lightness to her step as she follows him over towards the ring. In truth, she could lift any of the weights that are here without any issue at all. And that tends to make for a good reason for her to avoid them since it's challenging to make lifting weights seem harder than it is. She easily enters the ring, her gaze turning to him at the question before she gives a small shake of her head. "I am ready whenever you are," Diana says, inclining her head towards him. She might prefer to have a sword and shield, but she can fight without them as well.

Captain America has posed:
They did seem to be of like minds. He was listening and nodding along as she spoke, agreeing with everything that she had said so far. He was getting a little worried about her as she refused to warm up. But he knew well enough that there were a great many of people who had powers, perhaps she was among them.

Moving to the center of the ring, he would take up a defensive stance, since she didn't seem to be too interested in protective gear if she wasn't interested in warming up. At least to start, he planned to go easy, and steadily increase based on her talent level. "Ready," he asked, and with an indication, he would throw a first jab, easy, slow, possibly even insultingly sow, but no insult was intended.

He would follow it up with a kick here, an elbow there, getting in close, assuming of course she didn't knock him flat on his backside...

Wonder Woman has posed:
Perhaps it has something to do with some of the things that they've seen. Shared things and yet not, since they hadn't been in the same place at the same time during the war. Yet one of the reasons that Diana is here in Man's World is to be a protector of humanity. She believes in the good of people, even when people choose the wrong path for a time.

There wasn't even a glance given towards any of the protective gear, though she does raise an eyebrow slightly when he doesn't lay claim to any. Though she finds it to be an interesting choice, she doesn't question him about it. She'll just have to be careful. Sparring with him isn't like sparring with her Sisters. She steps towards the centre of the ring, her feet shoulder width apart and her hands held lightly in front of her. She gives a small nod to him when he announces that he's ready, and there's a hint of a smile that finds the corners of her lips. At the first jab, she easily and almost lazily steps aside to avoid it. She's not insulted by how slow it had come -- he doesn't know her skill level, after all, so it makes a certain amount of sense to her for it to be tested first.

She watches him without seeming to be obvious about doing it. She deflects his kick by moving her left foot so it glances past her with barely a touch. Then she caught his elbow in one of her hands. Except she didn't release it afterwards, her other hand reaching to try to snag his wrist. If she's able to catch him, she'll step around behind him with his arm in tow to attempt to half pin it there.

Captain America has posed:
He was testing her to begin, but he was not overconfident. He could learn as much, if not more, from how she dodges his punches, deflects his kicks, and catches his elbow, as he would from actually striking her. She had good reflexes, and she was faster than she had let on up until this point. So when she didn't release his hand, he was already moving to adapt to it, trying to wiggle and writhe his wrist out of her grasp. Meanwhile, as they moved, a dance really, he would attempt to knock her off balance with a well placed leg, and a hearty shove.

All the while, he was grinning, enjoying the physicality, and the increased pace. He wasn't sure how hard or fast he could go with her, so he was making incremental efforts, speeding up here, shifting that there, trying to gauge what she can do, and what might be too much. Little did he know she was stronger than him, vastly stronger, he did have a great deal of practical experience, and a wide variety. Would it be enough? Only the ring would tell. "Not bad, Diana, not bad at all. Do you want to really go?" And the knowing wink suggested he wanted whatever she had to offer in this sparring match.

Wonder Woman has posed:
For her part, she didn't mind to be tested. Not every person who is fit happens to be trained. Her reflexes are better than a regular person's would be, which stands to reason considering that she's not a regular person. She felt the shift of his weight against her, and as his leg moved to push hers, she lifts her leg to ease it around behind his to avoid the shove. She releases his wrist with a very mild shove that comes a moment before she steps back, her blue eyes showing a sparkle to them.

She tilts her head faintly to one side, and then inclines her head towards him. There's a smile that teases at the corners of her lips, and then she gives a light laugh. "Not bad for yourself as well, Steve," she says with a smile, her gaze lingering on him. "Show me what you have got, then, and if you hit me then so be it," she says, sounding a touch amused. She doesn't sound like she's afraid of being hit at all. "Ready whenever you are," she adds, giving a small nod to him.

Captain America has posed:
She was good, he was impressed, and it felt nice to playfully spar like this. Every time he had tried to test her, to probe her, to figure out her limits, she had risen to the challenge. And now she was taunting him, in that oh so friendly of manner. The shove, mild though it may be, had him going backwards in the ring, and he returned the sparkle of her blue eyes with a pair of his own.

Licking his lips, he said, "this is fun," and he went right back to work at the invitation, going faster, trying to see how good her tactics were, as he would alternate his fighting styles, seemingly at random, but all with a single goal. If she could block all his efforts, perhaps the last one might land, as he was trying to drive her towards the corner of the ring, and pin her between it, and his body. He did not seem to be tiring at all, nor perspiring. Most men would have by now with the activities he had performed.

Wonder Woman has posed:
The fact that he wore an Army shirt could have meant anything other than that he was in the Army, and yet she'd chose to believe he was. And his fighting skills impressed her as well -- he was good. Each and every challenge that he offered in the way of attacks, she looked forward to. She shifts her weight slightly, a mild adjustment of her feet, and she gives a nod to him.

"It is fun. There are not many that I spar with beyond my Sisters," Diana comments, quirking a smile. There are some of his attacks that she dodges and others that she blocks or deflects. Yet she doesn't simply take the defensive tack, for there are attacks that she attempts in between his own. She doesn't aim to hit him with full strength, or even with half strength -- she just aims to tap him by way of indicating a successful attack. Similar to him, there's nary a sign of perspiration to her skin, and she doesn't seem to tire either. She does let him end up pushing her back towards the corner of the ring. But before he gets her fully into position to trap her there, she might appear to jump but in truth flies up to stand on the bumper at the top of the corner. She remains there for only a brief moment, before she jumps over him, turns in midair, and then lands lightly on her feet to be facing him.

Captain America has posed:
He wasn't wearing the Army shirt anymore, as he had changed into the shirt and sweatpants that he had bought from the gym, but she had seen him earlier when he was signing in. It had been a quiet night, with very few people coming or going to distract them from their sparring match.

"Perhaps we'll have to make it a regular thing," he offered, enjoying the challenge she had presented thus far. He was starting to wonder just how far her skills went. He blocked most of her own attacks, but not all, which only made him smile with greater enjoyment. It wasn't every day that anyone could land a blow on him, even if the final part was just a tap her, or a brush there.

He had planned for a great deal. Her being able to leap up into the air, without even the slightest bit of a spring, was not among them. He looked up at her as she hovered for the briefest period, and then when she landed behind him, he turned, falling victim to her own impromptu trap. He probably could have gotten out of it, but with her now pinning him to the corner of the ring, he had to ask, "just how much are you holding back, Diana?"

Wonder Woman has posed:
The other people who came and went weren't enough of a distraction to Diana to earn her attention. Her attention remained on him, instead. When she wasn't in her costume or armour or other garb that clearly stated who she was, she could pass as 'just a woman'. Sometimes. And this, it would seem, was one of those times. No one here had recognized her for who she actually is, or if they had then nothing had been said to announce such a thing.

"I would not have an arguement to offer to it becoming a regular sort of thing," Diana says, her blue eyes showing a sparkle to them. She might even like the idea of it, judging by the tone of her voice. Her way of fighting was different than his -- different, and yet effective as well. "Who do you normally spar with?" she asks, a flicker of curiosity rising to her voice. His skills do rather tease the question, after all.

Lightly, her left hand slips behind her to rest at the small of her back, and she lifts her right hand to lightly place her fingers on his chest. And there's just a little bit of pressure to the touch of her hand there. One of her eyebrows quirks up at his question, and she quirks a smile as she lifts one of her shoulders in a faint shrug. "At least a little bit, but it is possible to be a fair bit more than that," she answers. It's a very inexact answer, really. "How much are you holding back?" she asks, curiosity returning to her voice.

Captain America has posed:
One of the guys may have recognized them. He looked to be a body builder. He had given them both a good long look, making some faces, mostly of awe, but he had managed to do it surrepticiously, making little noise or sign of his recognition. Being a man who enjoyed working out, he had smiled at them, watched for a few moments, and then gone to his late night workout.

"Some friends from work," he said, not wishing to show off, "both men and women, with a variety of military backgrounds." That in itself was suspect, as if he were currently in the military, why would he be serving with people of different military backgrounds, and if he was out, again, why was he training with such a variety?

She had mentioned she trained with her sisters, so he didn't ask further yet, not meaning to pry, although there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He watched her movements, trying to make sense of it. At first, he thought she had a crank in her neck, some ache in her back, but then she placed her fingers on his chest. He cast a sideways glance at it. The contact was not unwelcome, he was just trying to understand it.

And then, with her asking how much he had been holding back, he decided to explain, "my name is Steve Rogers, but you may know me as Captain America." There was no ego in that voice as he said it, almost, was that hesitancy, as if he was ashamed. No, not ashamed, but a little bit embarrassed to reveal it. "It's not every day I meet someone who doesn't recognize me."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Maybe it'll become a thing for them to be sighted in this particular location. Or maybe it'll be somewhere else. It's hard to say! Whatever the location that ends up selected for future bouts of sparring, there may be people there who recogize them as well. Some might say, some might not -- it's unpredictable and unknown.

One of her eyebrows quirks up at his answer, and she chuckles softly as she gives a small nod. "That is a fair answer," she says softly, a touch amused. "What sort of variety of military backgrounds, if I might be so bold as to ask?" she asks, tilting her head a touch to one side. One of her fingertips lightly taps against his chest, and the rest of her fingers remain there. The pressure isn't heavy there, and he could likely easily move from beneath it. "Do you still serve?" she asks, the question holding curiosity within it.

Her hand shifts then, slipping away from his chest and lowering to her side. The way her other hand rests at the small of her back is at ease, though not lingering for longer, lifting instead to settle upon the top rope of the ring. And she inclines her head towards him at the clarification that he offers, and yet there's nary a hint of surprise that shows in her blue eyes. "I know," she says softly, a smile curling up the corners of her lips. And the amusement that's within the words is also reflected in her eyes. "It is not every day that I meet someone who does not recognize me, either," she comments. And she shifts back from him before offering her right hand to him, with her palm facing up. "Diana Prince," she says softly, pausing briefly before adding, "Princess of the Amazons, of Themyscira. Or perhaps, Wonder Woman."

Captain America has posed:
Sparring sessions can take place anywhere. Gyms are good because they have amenities like showers, but really, they could train on the grass in a park, in a dojo, in a large enough and empty office building, on the street, or any open space they might find. And naturally, this pair would likely draw attention, if not for the sparing, then for who they are. It came with the territory of being public superheroes.

He did not immediately answer her question about what kinds of military background. There was a momentary sadness in his eyes as her hand slipped from his chest. The contact had been nice, unexpected, but nice. "You know?" He replies, returning her curled smile and that amusement in her eyes with the same. Taking the offered hand, he would shake it, and he would let out a soft 'ah' in recognition. He knew he had seen her before, the face seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it at the time. Now he knew.

And it was then that he would elaborate to whom he had trained with, "Russians, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Asgardians, Transians, Wakandans, Air Force, Space Force, Marines, there are a lot of disciplines with the Avengers, and our allies. And I still serve, just in a different way than I expected."

He looked her over once again, taking it all in, "Hercules and Ares have shared some interesting stories about the Amazons. I'd love to hear your take." And, it almost seemed as if there was something more, on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say it. And there was definitely something in his eyes.

Wonder Woman has posed:
It tended to mean that there was a certain allure to low-key places like this at such a late hour of the night. Who would be here to see, to witness what happened, to recognize them? Who would believe what they saw? Not everyone, most likely. The more public or open a place tends to be, then the more attention would be draw -- and the more likely it would be that people might actually think that they were legitimately fighting rather than just harmless sparring.

There's a smile that quirks at the corners of her lips, and she gives a nod to him, her blue eyes showing a sparkle to them. "I know. I knew before you introduced yourself, in all truth," Diana says. She doesn't take his hand in the manner of a handshake, but rather takes hold of his wrist more in the fashion of how her people would greet one another. It's a slight difference, but also serves as a sort of sharing of customs.

As he speaks of the variety that he's trained with, Diana listens, and she gives a nod to the significant list. "That is a fair number of different backgrounds, with a variety of different experiences to draw upon. It shifts your fighting style to be somewhat different than one might expect," she comments, giving a small nod to him. "We both still serve, in our own way. For the benefit and the good of the people," she says softly, a smile turning up the corners of her lips.

She laughs lightly at his comment about the Amazons, and a smile quirks her lips anew. "I find it easy to believe that they would have stories, some with perhaps a little bit more truth to them than others. Perhaps one day I will share my take on them, though it may depend on which aspect of them you wish to know," she says, winking at him.

Captain America has posed:
And that is why Steve Rogers had always done his best to keep a low profile while out and about as Steve. He didn't hide who he was, but he didn't seek out attention either. He would just go, find a nice place to work out, or eat, or any number of things he might want to do. He lived his life as if he didn't wear the suit. Right up until the point where trouble happened. Then he would get involved.

It was his custom to shake people's hands, regardless of gender, as it showed equality, but he knew how to take a lady's hand, and with her help, he would do so, leaning down to almost kiss her wrist, but stop at the last moment. "It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Diana Prince."

"I find it best to hear all sides of a story. I'm afraid I don't know a lot about the Amazons, but I'd like to learn. Though, perhaps we could talk about it over lunch?" He didn't want to be so bold as to ask her out for dinner. Lunch seemed safer. It was more casual.