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[thestarspangledman]

[Steve is spending time out at the fireworks beach, today. He certainly isn't annoyed over not getting shooting lessons, not at all. In any case, he's distracting himself by sketching, mostly scenes of the Brooklyn he remembers, his and Bucky's old rooms and the like. He looks up after a moment and waves, with a small smile. (Please do ignore the wheezing that happens every so often, allergies are a bitch.)]

Hey. So -- I'm pretty decent with a pencil, I like to think. So I guess, um, I'll offer up sketches or drawings or whatever you want. Just let me know, huh? I'll be around here for a while.

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[wintersergeant]

You shoulda been an Apollo kid, Steve, you're that good with a pencil.

[He's eying you for any sign it's more than just a little wheezing]

action;

[cavalrys]

[Nico had faith in her. But Hazel had no faith in herself. Still, with Nico's blessings behind her, she marched down towards the beach a few minutes after Steve made his IM. Just to... Just to get to know him better. Maybe. Hopefully.

Besides, his wheezing was worrying.]

Steve? Are you alright? [Hazel asked as she approached him.]

Steve, E would teach you how to shoot.

[weneedasign]

[Enjolras looks through the window at the sketches, curious.]

Those are really good.

[renegadehero]

[Sojourner, as per usual, missed the IM completely. She was busy running, ear buds firmly in place as she makes her way down to the beach. When she spots Steve she slows, jogging in place as she comes to his side.]

What're you doing?

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[tsunbird]

Do you draw birds?

[making_good]

Are you okay? [Nope, not ignoring the wheezing. Wheezing is bad.]