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[He was gonna go somewhere a little more peaceful for this, maybe the outskirts of the park. But his energy levels are running low, even lower than usual with the stress of late, not that he'd ever admit it.

But he's not dead, not even hurt really. He's just tired. So what you get is one Steve Rogers, sitting in front of a pile of nondescript rubble. There's something just at the edge of the video, something he tried to push out of sight completely. But anyone who's every seen a little red wagon will recognize it for what it is, no matter how dirty and dull it appears.]

I know just about everyone's had a rough few days recently. I thought...maybe I could help. [Those words bring a lump to his throat. He wanted to help while it was all going on too, but in the end he wasn't able to do much.] I'm already out, so if there's anything that you need, I'll do my best to find it and get it to you.

[Steve's eyes lift and dart to the wagon, which he has a love-hate relationship with right now. It reminds him of when Bucky wanted him to do this sort of thing. Pride is always a bitter pill to swallow, and Steve's never really managed to choke it down. Come to think of it, maybe that's the lump in his throat.]

Of course, I'll be able to get it there faster if anyone knows how to put a wheel back on. I can live with the scratches and dents.

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Sure isn't. Sometimes, you just gotta use whatever works.

[God knows what kind of slapdash fixes she's had to use on everything from cars to guns. Funny how, with the exception of firearms, Hadriel's actually more well-supplied than the backwater planet she'd been on before being unceremoniously dragged in here.]

I need some food that's not a cave monster. [you can only eat so much bear before you get a little bit sick of it.] And maybe some first aid stuff from the clinic. It's not much, but if I were carrying it alone, I'd probably need to make a couple trips.

And about Jack... I dunno. He's a quiet guy. It's been anywhere between a few days to a week. [She furrows her brow.] He w-- he's a pretty strong guy. He wouldn't have gotten himself killed. If you want my bet, this has gotta be a god thing. Or a Door thing.

[You make do. Steve hears an echo of his own experiences in her words, though he doesn't know if it was a part of her life before she came here or something she's learned since.]

No, you just stay put. I can handle it. [His eyes go to the bandages again.] How bad is it?

[Steve makes a list in his head: food, fresh bandages, something to clean the wound with. Maybe some sort of pain killer, if he's lucky and Doctor Banner has any in stuck. But given all that just went down, it won't surprise Steve if he doesn't.

He listens too, and the more he listens, the more his frown deepens. If he does manage to find the rest, there's nothing that will take the sting off of missing a friend.]

Jack. If I see anyone...

[He'll check with them. He'll keep an eye out.]

[Lilith blinks: she's still somewhat taken aback by all these concerned strangers. And Steve's aggressive helpfulness. One of her hands instinctively reaches up to touch the bandages.]

They sting like a mother, but I've had worse. [That'd been Maketh who'd gotten the brunt of that week's damage. It's very possible that Lilith had aggravated some of the cuts bringing Maketh and Chris (and, at Chris' insistence, Nick) to Banner's clinic one at a time, but she'd quite staunchly ignored the pain until the two of them were safe. Even now, she's dealing with it in the tried-and-true Vault Hunter way: a helluva lot of whatever painkillers she's got on hand.] Nothing important got cut up.

[As for Jack...]

He's got brown hair, a beard, and an eyepatch. Military guy. Real tall and broad.

[She smiles sheepishly at him.] Thanks for all of this.

[Steve nods, a little relieved at that. It sounds like she was lucky, if you want to call it that. Or maybe she was just skilled enough to keep it from being worse.

It's a pretty detailed description that she gives him. He could probably even sketch something from that.]

It's nothing. We should pull together and help each other out when we can. It'll make things...easier.

[He frowns uncertainly at that last word before offering a bit of a smile. He's sure she knows what he means.]

[Skill and luck had played equal parts. Kanda, skilled and packing whatever inhuman element his sword was made of, had been one thing; Tyki's complete denial of her attacks in the most literal sense, bullets and all, had been another.]

Yeah. S'all we can do at this point.

[She's alive and so are all her friends, even if Jack's currently MIA. That's all she can ask for.]

What about you? How've you been taking this week from hell?

No worse than anyone else.

[But no better either.]

Was worried about my friend most of the time, but he seems better now.

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