Visiting Hours

Summary:
June 26 2014 Fenris checks in on his old friend, Captain America, at the same time as Agent Melinda May

Triskelion

State of the art medical facilities, still can't make a comfortable hospital bed.


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The man who opens the door… proooooooobably isn't supposed to be here. He's tall, lean, dressed in a fairly nice looking grey shirt and dark pants. No sports coat this time and this one thankfully isn't covered with blood. The sad fact is even in the heart of SHIELD, Fenris is kind of frightening. He doesn't look abnormal but he feels predatory and so far anyone who as noticed the lack of the SHIELD badge on his shirt hasn't been anyone with the gumption to tell him to leave. Cause that seems scary. So, consequently, he's made it all the way to where 'Steve' is staying. It's a bit hard for him to believe this could be the same Steve Rogers he knew seventy plus years ago, though the man is a dead ringer. He remembers well the newspaper headlines proclaiming Captain America lost in action.
*

Slowly, Steve rolls over in bed. He took quite the crunch from some thug named Loki. He was lucky that he only had a concussion and a handful of stitches. It certainly could have been a lot worse. As he opens his eyes there's a momentary shock of not knowing where he is, but as those eyes focus, he realizes it's who he expected might come visit him at some point.

"Loupie…" he says, his voice trailing into a chuckle.

*

Melinda May arrives the way she usually does — near-silently and with a glower enough to make the medical staff scatter like hens in the path of a wheelbarrow. She's got a plain black duffel bag over one shoulder, and she pauses at the nurse's station only long enough to 'coerce' Rogers' location from them. Then she's on her way again, and she is through the door to his room without so much as a knock and almost without slowing her pace.

Oooh-kay, she was not expecting the Captain to have another visitor already. The only indication that she goes into combat-ready alert, though, is how abruptly she stops out of arm's reach of the grey-attired man who lacks any sort of SHIELD ID.

*

"Hello… is that actually you Steve? You're looking pretty good for a dead guy. I had thought-" His thought is cut off though by May's entrance. "Miss." He says simply, eyeing her. He's got some kind of a… oak rod at his side, though it's secured and he's not reaching for it, at any rate.

*

"May," Steve says with a regarding nod. "This guy's okay. He's actually an old friend of mine. Come on in." He looks back up at Loupi. "I was going to ask you the same thing. As far as me, would you believe I got stuck in one heck of an ice chest?" He shakes his head, "It's great to see you."

*

Melinda May studies the man from head to foot for a long moment, including that strange oak rod, then steps around the room to plunk the duffle at the foot of Steve's bed. "No visitor's badge. Security would have my head on a platter if they knew I wasn't calling it in." Why isn't she? Because so far, she's pretty confident that she can put this guy down faster than he can draw his Hogwarts Wizarding wand there.

*

"You as well." The tall man says. "Though it's a bit hard to believe, all the same."

He steps back, out of May's way and moves, warily, one eye on her as he moves toward a seat near the bed. "Are you a friend of Steve's as well, Miss May?" She seems rather… severe. Maybe she's his boss? Or… mmm, well Steve always did appeal to the women in France. He remembers several rather amusing incidents, made all the more so by the fact that he was always so very proper.

"How are you feeling? Loki has a hell of a left hook." Well, left staff, really.

*

"Honestly," Steve says as he sits up. "I feel pretty terrible. Who the heck was that guy?" He'd heard the name Loki, but didn't look at the reports yet. And as far as those things in France, well, France is a magical place. The next time he has some leave available, you can bet your life he'll be going back there.

*

Melinda May looks from Steve to the now-seated man and back, her eyes sharpening. "Loki?"

She's heard the name before, but NOT in this format. Probably some lunatic took up the moniker, like Batman.

"The name's from Norse mythology. God of lies, mischief, and chaos." At least, that's the nutshell version. She makes a mental note to check SHIELD's threat assessment database to see if this new name has been added yet, and if so, what Intel might already know about the guy.

*

"Well, he went by Loki, as you may have heard."

Seems Steve doesn't remember his wolfing out. Good. Pity he doesn't know Hill got pleeeeeeeenty of footage on that.

"Same name as the old Norse god of chaos, lies and trickery, as your friend just indicated. The name's well earned."

He doesn't go into the specifics of how that actually is him. Steve can assume he's a potent metahuman of some kind. It's near enough the mark.

"That stick he hit you with can turn into a sword, and he has the ability to… convince people to do his bidding. I was concerned he meant that for you, once I realized you weren't a shape-shifted plant. The fact that he's in town, as it were, is not exactly good news, nor was a very pleased to see him."

*

Steve nods towards Melinda. He's heard about Loki, but wasn't really up to date on the details. He knew it had something to do with Scandinavia, but that was ‘bout it. His blue eyes then make their way back over to Loupi, "If he can control minds, that sounds pretty dangerous. Can he be defeated? Any weaknesses, or anything like that? And for that matter, what's he here for?"

*

Melinda May watches Steve sit up, gives him a moment to settle, then hefts the duffel bag at his hip as if trying to give him an oh so NOT subtle hint.

"Can't answer that sitting here."

*

Fenris, or rather, Loupi, grins. "La Femme has a point." He says, his French rather immaculately perfect. "C'est la guerre. Did she come here to break you out Steve? That reminds me of… well a few things. Never could stay out of it, could you."

If he needed any evidence that this is the real Steve Rogers, he has it now. Only Steve has these kinds of friends, so he bows, slightly, to May.

"Steve knew me as Loupi. These days I go by Jeremiah."

*

"Fair point, May," Steve says after picking up the duffel bag and chuckling at her. "I'm going to have to stop by home and grab the shield. I didn't expect to run into any trouble—just wanted to go for a stroll."

He looks over to Loupi, "At the risk of sounding rude…" There's a wince as he gets out of bed. "How are you still alive?"

*

Melinda May nods to Loupi and answers simply, "May." She then steps back toward the door to give Steve room and relative privacy to change clothes. She'll even turn away if need be, though she's had most modesty trained out of her. Oh, and about the shield…

"No need. It's in the car." How else would she have managed a change of clothes for the super soldier?

*

Fenris rises with Steve and nods politely to May.

"No offence taken. You did explain to me yours after all. The answer to your question is simply this: I was old when you met me, though I looked it no less than now, and the passing of a few decades has not appreciably added to the tally of my years. Is your car down in the parking garage Miss May? I believe I know a way to spare us all some awkward explanation."

He extends his left hand and, concentrating for a moment, rends space between the room and the parking garage, opening a mildly luminescent portal about as tall as Steve is and roughly as wide. That… may explain how he got in.

*

"Careful Loupi, you're going to give everyone a look at my goods." Steve is mid-change, completely down to his skivvies and apparently not embarassed by May being in the room. Hey, soldiers are soldiers.

*

Melinda May does a good job of NOT appearing to be startled by the portal appearing. "No. That'll put the whole base on alert. You want to leave that way, Loupi," her French accent is passable. "Go ahead." She looks at Steve as if daring him to argue.

*

'Loupi' closes the portal for now. "Mmmm. May be prudent, when you go to leave at any rate. And as for your goods Steve, since when is people trying to get a peak at them new? I recall what happened when we liberated Lyons, after all. And when we stopped back in Paris for some R and R. And when we moved through Eindoven on the way to Germany… and Bastonge…" And several others really, but his point is made. He chuckles and looks over to May curiously.

*

Cap gives May a shrug, "France is a magical place, what can I say?" He shrugs into his uniform, "I swear all I did was talk. I was a perfect gentleman." As he pulls the helmet over his head, "I hope you won't hold my bed against me, May. I didn't make it before I left."

*

"J'accuse!" Fenris laughs. "And you're always so neat. Well, I suppose I can't blame a 95 year old man for slipping every once in a while."

He looks the Cap over once he's done dressing. "Tres manifique. As for Loki, I am sorry, I do not know what he wants. I am sure, though, that it is something you will disapprove of. Perhaps you and your SSR friends here can sort it all out? Oh, wait, it's SHIELD now is it not? Fitting. I wonder, Captain, was that named in your honor?"

*

Melinda May doesn't respond to the apparent Frenchman's vaguely joking jabs. In fact, she doesn't seem to react too much at all, other than crossing her arms and waiting for Rogers to be ready to leave. At Loupi's question about SHIELD's name, her reply is, well, typical. "No."

*

Cap shrugs his shoulders and smiles, "I'm not sure how they came up with the name either." He looks to May, "Ready." Then back to Loupi, "How well do you know this Loki guy? With as powerful as he is, we'd better find a weakness."

*

"We have a long association, though I've not seen him in a very, very long time. I'm not horribly fond of him and in his case I'm afraid there is no silver bullet. He can be hurt, but one must hurt him a lot. Not exactly like fighting the SS, I fear. He will prove extraordinarily difficult to either kill or contain…"

Fen pauses, thinking. "On the other hand, SHIELD is rumored to be extraordinarily resourceful. Perhaps there is something you have that will do the trick." Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a post card. An old, faded one, from France. On the back is written an address in M-Town. "This is where I live now. Come by and visit if you wish to speak, either of this or just remember old times and share a bottle of Bordeaux."

*

Melinda May steps closer again to collect the duffel bag and cram Steve's just-shed clothes into it (unless he protests) before returning to the door. Again, she keeps any comments to herself, like preferring a good Armangnac over a Bordeaux any day. Time to go, Rogers.

*

Cap takes the post card and smiles as he looks down at it. "Bien sur, mon ami. Thanks for coming to check on me."

He nods to May and follows along. Time to go to work.


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