7302/Got Some News, Bub

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Got Some News, Bub
Date of Scene: 22 April 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: An old enemy emerges from the past to haunt both Logan and Steve. A need for adrenaline junkies is noted. Both decide that lying about the rules of hockey is an extremely entertaining thing.
Cast of Characters: Wolverine, Captain America




Wolverine has posed:
    It's rare word gets to Cap from the vector of the X-Men. Intel goes back and forth between the two teams fairly regularly, but to get direct contact from one of their team-members might be a touch scarce. So when he got a quick text from the Canadian mutant, specifically asking for a meet away the mansion... it might strike the fellow as something worth looking into.
    For Logan's part, however, he takes the time to show up early before the meet. Make a sweep a few times to check the venue. First wearing a baseball hat. The next a hoodie, then no jacket and clearly visible. Nothing wiggled on the various lines he put out there, the meet hadn't been leaked and perhaps his paranoia was unwarranted. Still.
    When the time came around, Steve might well see the man there seated on a bench in the small statue garden just off the AT&T building's main entrance. IIt's to the side, out of the way, but in sight of the bull statue that depicts the desired status of the market. The Wolverine was seated, leaning forwards with his forearms on his knees and his fingers interlaced. Waiting with that resting scowl on his face.
    But when he catches sight of Cap he'll rise to his feet and extend a hand. He greets him with just one word. "Rogers."

Captain America has posed:
Out of the milling crowds of locals and tourists alike, the latter more itnerested in taking pictures of the bronze bull in gleaming tenacity, here comes the Captain. Having lived in the city for a good number of years and gained some sense of ability to blend, he's noticeable primarily by his carriage -- that, and breadth of shoulders beneath the fleece-lapel'd bomber jacket. The Wolverine's reflection might reflect from the silver of aviator sunglasses. The Dodgers baseball cap might be overkill, but hey, anonymity's worth striving for.

"Howlett," replies Captain Rogers quietly with a firm return of the handshake. He spares a small and stoic smile before he glances around and back to the other man. "Got word that you have some for me?" Word, that is. "Thinking we'll talk here or you got another place you wanna chat?"

Wolverine has posed:
    A look, a small shrug as Logan lets his eyes slip to the side, as if the very idea annoyed him. But Cap's gotten the read on the man enough before to know that that's just how the man looks when he's out and about. He shakes his head and holds up a hand to wave off the decision. "Can walk and talk a bit. But here's s'good as anywhere."
    That having been said he stuffs his hands into his jeans, his loose unbuttoned blue overshirt hanging free over his white t-shirt. Informal looking, he seems almost like a day laborer who hasn't been employed for a few weeks. He's got that scruffy look to him.
    "You remember a guy from way back when we were first runnin' around?" To most that might be a few years or so, for them it was 70 and some. "Called himself the Baron? Was into swords? Had this big ass occult library thing?"
    That does sorta narrow it down at the least.

Captain America has posed:
Steve too sets himself as the decision to remain where they are becomes unanimous. The constant ebb and flow of the crowds around them provide both auditory cover as well as visual distraction for anyone overly interested in their conversation. He rests weight to one foot as he hooks his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans and listens, his attention palpable despite the sunglasses.

The Captain lifts his chin a touch, the first tell of a dusty visual being pulled from the endless filing cabinets of his eidetic memory. Swords. The flicker-flash of light from a blade winks in a brief overlay before his eyes before he blinks it away.

"Yeah, I remember the guy. Into all sorts of spooky trouble. What about him?" A semi-stillness has fallen over the Captain now, as if he were readying himself for his weekly dose of bad news. No sugar will sweeten it.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Ehn," Logan says with such commitment, as if they were discussing the weather. "I should know better than ta doubt the idea, but when I put out some feelers ta some friends in Madripoor about this old expedition thing I was on..."
    He shifts to the side and leans back against the wrought-iron fence that surrounds that sculpture garden, his arms folding over his chest as he looks down the way first, then back towards Cap. "Some of the informants told me about this crazy guy buyin' up everything he could get his hands on about it. So they had nothin' for me. I ask them about who the guy is, they describe him, even send me a pic of him and yeah..."
    He scowls deeper and gestures to the side as he says, "I dunno why I should be surprised that yet another bastard's survived and is still runnin' around even though we thought we put paid to him and all. Then again could be his kid or somethin'."
    He looks back at Cap, "Anyway, you were the one that cacked him, right? We were runnin' through that castle... I took the left you took the right. We linked back up for the evac and I said, 'What about the Baron?' And you said somethin' you thought was clever?"
    At that last, Logan's lip finally curls up slightly, razzing Steve a little. But it's from a good place.

Captain America has posed:
A snort from the blond breaks the air of tension about himself. "Can't believe of all the things you'd remember from that mission, it's the quip." Steve shakes his head. A squeal from a nearby toddler garners his attention and he watches her try to climb the bull statue and very nearly succeeds in reaching above the hock before her mother plucks her away.

"Something about bringing a bigger knife to a gun fight doesn't work either," the Captain finally elaborates, giving Logan a wry little grin of his own. "Figured the rest of the team had him all wrapped up like a present." His lips pull to one side. Reaching up, he plucks the aviator sunglasses from his face and hangs them at the collar of the white t-shirt beneath his coat.

"So this Baron's not only still alive, but in possession of multiple old objects? Magical objects?" Now Steve's frown can be well-seen. Fine lines about the corners of his eyes speak to a discomfited acceptance of the idea of something beyond the oddity of science itself.

Wolverine has posed:
    "That's the thing," Logan tightens his arms around his chest and seems a touch uncomfortable, but pretty obviously because the whole thing bothers him. "I don't got much beyond a description, some pixellated images, and him angling for information on the expedition. Nothing big yet."
    Shifting his weight to the other boot, he tilts his head to the side and looks back at Steve, "All I know he's gotten is some intel, old accounts, a journal, some old coins. Beyond that..." He flares a hand to the side as if brushing the whole thing off. "Might be nothing, but with the lives we lead if I ignore it it'll bite me in the ass, or someone else."
    "Thing is with what's goin' down for us lately, ain't got the time. And if I drag my feet on this more the other party interested in runnin' down this lead is just gonna go off and do their own thing and get themselves killed."
    "So from you, you got anything on this guy? Heard anything? And if not, then you know anyone who might be interested in accompanying a crazy adrenaline junky off to Madripoor to make sure they don't do somethin' too crazy?"

Captain America has posed:
"Wish I had something new on him, but you're the first to bring him up on my radar since...god, what was that, '44? Had to be '44. I remember the old coins," Steve adds with a short nod or two. His gaze slides to one side and lingers as he thinks, brows furrowed. "Had a huge collection of 'em. Books, old vellum scrolls..." He snaps his fingers. "Didn't he have some sort of telescope? Small mariner telescope, enchanted? No, not enchanted, but something about the glass. It let you see things you couldn't see otherwise? I'm sure it's on a list somewhere in SHIELD's files." Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. There's some digging to do for that information.

"An adrenaline junkie though? We know a lot of those." Logan gets another curl of a smirk. "I could list 'em for five minutes without taking a breath. Gotta be a bit more specific than that. Any particular skill set required?" He tries very hard to keep his own gleam of interest from showing in his eyes.

Wolverine has posed:
    For a moment Logan chews on his lower lip, letting his thoughts drift as he looks past Cap, then shifts his stance to refocus on the man. "There's always somethin'." He states those words with a measure of authority, as if that at least is something they both can agree on.
    But then he listens to the run down after that mention about the coins, giving a nod here or there, then shakes his head. "SHIELD. Can get Nat ta take a look at things if she's got the time. But mmm." He pushes off of the fence and starts to step away, walking towards the gate out of the sculpture garden, but pausing near an over-large depiction of a young woman with a pitcher.
    At that last smirk and comment, Logan smirks back and says, "Yeah, we know a ton of 'em, but how many of them would you vouch for? That's the main thing that's important ta me." Since really, that might well be a limiting factor.

Captain America has posed:
Ambling along behind Logan after a moment's hesitation to scan the area around them again, the Captain lingers nearby again. He surveys the sculpture and notes with some artistic appreciation how clean the statue's lines are.

"Got a good number of folks in SHIELD I can speak for. You want someone who can hold his own, I've got Barnes." The Wolverine gets a significant look from Steve, both proud and solemn all at once. "Surely you remember him. He's still rattling around. These days, he's got too much time on his hands and you know the turn of phrase about idle hands. Could always step in myself, but can't guarantee it. Sentinels are still simmering on the back-burner and it won't be long before they make another move. Probably can't leave the city, not right now." He reaches up to scratch behind his ear, where a high collar might rub on a suit he's not wearing -- old tic. "Can ask around the Avengers. Someone's gotta know someone outside the mansion. Granted, it wouldn't be //me// vouching for 'em at that point, but beggers can't be choosers?" The lilt asks after the amount of desperation needed for aid in this endeavor.

Wolverine has posed:
    "If he's got the time, don't want people ta drop somethin' that's real in exchange for somethin' that might be a snipe hunt." The Canadian grimaces at the prospect but then at the mention of Barnes he gives a nod, "Bucky could work. Would be a good counterpoint, stoic."
    He rubs a rough hand over the stubble on his jawline and looks distantly thoughtful, then eyes Cap directly, "Yeah, figure we both got our plates full with the Sentinel junk goin' down. And our own little side doses of crazy." Considering the lives they live, it's not surprising that they're both often dealing with their own things.
    "If someone springs ta mind, toss me a line and I'll put em in contact. I just didn't want this thing ta sit on the back burner too long since it could blow up."

Captain America has posed:
Steve nods, his hands now resting in the pockets of his coat. "I'll send you a pigeon," he quips with a small smile. Of course it won't be a pigeon, but a text message or a phone call along a secure line. "Dunno if Barnes'll be dealing with his own plate of crazy, but I'll speak to him. He's good at ferreting out people who don't want to be found."

Memories of not only finding hidden caches of weaponry, art, or Nazis never die -- neither do those of leaving the soldier alone with aforementioned people for information extraction. Stoic indeed.

Sensing that the main requirement for the conversation has been met, he adds more quietly, "You holding up, James?" He appears ready for a short response.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Ehn," Again with that non-commital sound, but this time it's chased with a half-smile as Logan waves off that hint of concern, "Everything is happening all the time at once, but if I get some time I'll let ya know." He turns away and starts walking towards that gate once again, resting a hand on the fence post for a moment as if testing the strength of the structure before he looks back towards Cap.
    "There's a Leafs game comin' up, mebbe we can arrange somethin' with the two teams. Might be funny ta see some of 'em tryin' not to get too schnockered up as we lie to em about the rules of the game." He points at Cap as if conjuring forth another old memory from those words.
    But then he's smirking again and turning away, waving over his shoulder without looking. "Seeya 'round, Rogers."