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Prompt:Captain America/Hawaii Five-0, Steve meets Steve!



Steve Rogers stopped at the designated coordinates and turned off the motorcycle.  He sighed and used his shiny Starkphone to call up Tony.  The phone had appeared in his hotel one day, before Steve had even left New York State and any attempts to leave it behind were unsuccessful.  The phone would be waiting for him at the front desk of the next motel.  Steve didn’t want to know how Tony knew where he was going when Steve didn’t know.  Once Steve had accepted the phone, Tony started texting him random coordinates and statements.  The previous coordinates from Stark had led to some pretty interesting places, but this was the first time for an airfield with sharp-eyed security.  The genius himself answered on the second ring; he had been expecting Steve to call.

“Capsicle!  What’s up?”

“Why did your text direct me to a private airfield?”  If SHIELD wanted him, Natasha or Clint would be waiting, not that trio of civilians.

“See,” Tony was about to bluster around a lie.  “Two of my people really deserve a vacation.  Pepper says so and the last guy needs time in the air so that he can make the move up the ladder from co-pilot to pilot.  And you?  You’ve seen forty-nine states –and seriously riding that motorcycle up to Alaska was an example of stalwartness.”

“Tony.”  Steve had enjoyed the ride through the Canadian back country.  It hadn’t been a trial at all.

“You can’t come back until you’ve seen all fifty!”

“Hawaii?”  Steve had thought about it, but he’d heard too many horror stories of plane travel from people smaller than he.

“Exactly.”

“Tony, I don’t need…”

“You telling me that you don’t want to pay your respects at Pearl Harbor?”

Steve ground his teeth.  Tony could hit his soft spot every time and he wasn’t delicate about doing so.  Yes.  Steve wanted to go to Pearl Harbor, but…

“So this way you can bring your bike so that you can have transportation and my people can get the things they need and you don’t have to suffer coach.  I wouldn’t let an enemy suffer coach, well, maybe Loki but not Hammer.  Well, maybe Hammer, he can buy his own and it might be good to rub his nose in it.”

Steve ignored the rambling and considered his options.  Tony was offering and if Howard had offered it, Steve would have said yes.

“Thank you, Tony,” Steve finally said.

“Great.  You’ll land at my place in Hawaii.  Stay there.  JARVIS is lonely and if you want to visit any of the other islands, just let the pilot know.”  And he hung up before Steve could say anything.

JARVIS?  Lonely?  Unlikely.  The computer was running multiple residences at once and was always at Tony’s beck and call.  Steve would also say that a computer was unable to feel emotions, but this was Tony’s computer.  Anything was possible.  It looked like Steve was going to Hawaii today.  Good thing he had shorts in his saddlebags.

*avgr*H5-o*

Steve looked up from his paperwork to see Chin, Kono and Danny arguing about something.  Whatever the subject, it was apparent from the body language that Danny and Kono had teamed up against the older man.  The argument had to be more interesting than paperwork.

Danny turned to him as soon as he entered the common area.  “Steve!  Captain America?  PR stunt or real man?”

Steve ignored the emotion surrounding his father’s trading cards in the back of his closet and focused on the facts.  “During WWII, he was a PR stunt that happened to be a strategic genius.  I’ve studied a couple of his battles.  I’m betting they hired him for his brawn and appearance and it turned out he had brains too.  Once he ran away from the circus the morale office stuck him with and onto the battlefield, he won battles and saved lives.”

“And now?” Danny prompted.

Steve frowned, trying to see the trap.  What was there to argue?  “SHIELD found a soldier of similar build and trained him to be the next Captain America.”

“So,” Danny waved his hands.  “Just for clarification: The current Captain America and the WWII one must be two different men.”

“Of course, that was no ninety year old that fought against the aliens in New York City.”  Steve looked from a slightly vindicated Chin to a stubborn Kono.  “You don’t think they’re the same man, do you?”

“Uncle said they were exactly the same.  Captain America is riding a motorcycle around the big island and Uncle saw him, just as he saw the WWII one over in the European Theater.”  So Kono believed out of family loyalty.

Steve faced his partner, “And you?”

Danny folded his arms over his chest and smirked.  “I’ve heard things from the Mainland.”

“Ninety years old,” Steve stressed.

“SHIELD,” Danny replied.

Well, yeah, SHIELD currently employed the Hulk.  Who knew who else they had?

*avgr*H5-o*

It was Mattie’s birthday.  Chin had passed along that little tidbit, not Danny.  Still Danny was missing his family so Steve didn’t balk too much when his partner wanted to eat near the Pearl Harbor Memorial.  He’d get to hear Mainland accents there.  After lunch, Steve left Danny behind to visit some contacts that wouldn’t talk around a haole.  Danny in this mood plus native Hawaiians equaled a PR nightmare.  When he returned, Danny was chatting with Bob, the old Pearl Harbor tour guide vet, and a young blond stranger, who held himself as if he was a newer war veteran.  The three of them were enjoying themselves and Steve didn’t want to drag Danny away from the conversation.

Danny spotted him immediately and waved him over.  “Steve, met Steve.  He’s in charge of 5-O,” Danny explained to the other Steve.  “Steve’s an Army captain,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Steve extended his hand in greeting and the soldier stood to shake it.  Steve was surprised that he bothered.  “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” the man replied.  “Danny and Bob both have high opinions of your abilities.”

“I didn’t say that!” Danny squawked.

“I inferred.”

Steve liked anyone that could tease his partner out of a funk.  “It was very nice to meet you.  Bob, good seeing you again.  Danny, we need to go.”

“Yeah, yeah.”  Danny picked up a cartoon sketch on the table.  “It was a pleasure talking to you two.  Maybe I’ll see you around.  And if you want to learn to surf, go see Mamo.  Steve, tell him.”

Steve looked at the intelligent, buff young soldier.  He was tracking every movement in the area and held himself as if he was under attack.  PTSD.  Mamo would help ease that pain in his eyes.  “Yes, Mamo is a great teacher.  He taught my sister and me.”

The other Steve nodded, but didn’t agree.  He’d think about it.

The men shook hands and Danny followed Steve to the car.  “What’s with the cartoon?” Steve asked.

“The other Steve is an artist and with Bob and me describing the team, he decided he needed to draw us.”  Danny was grinning again in a way that made Steve wary.

“Oh?” he asked as he drove onto the main road.

Danny shrugged and pulled out his phone to call the office.  He left it on speaker.  Kono answered on the third ring.  “5-O.”

“Kono, which cousin frames art?”

“Lia.  Why?”

“I have art that needs to be framed, of course.”

“She’s a little steep for one of Gracie’s works,” the woman warned.

“Grace’s art is on the fridge and she changes it out.  No.  This is for the office.”

“Oh?”  Now, Kono sounded as wary as Steve felt.

“Captain Steve Rogers drew 5-O as the Howlin’ Commandos.”

Kono breathed a Hawaiian exclamation.  “Really?  You met him?”

Steve took a hand off the steering wheel to grab the piece of paper.

“No, no!  Steve, hands on the wheel!  Stay away from my art!”

“Danny, just let me see.”

“You can see it later.”

“Danny, let me see.”

“No.  People who don’t believe in Captain America don’t get to see his work.”

“Danny.”

“No.”

“Danny.”

Danny flashed the cartoon at him.  “See.  There.  Now drive.  Both hands on the wheel.”

“Let me hold it.”

“No.  You’ll crinkle it.”

If.  If.  If it really was a Captain America sketch, Steve didn’t want to wrinkle it.  He let Danny hold on to it for now.  That brief glimpse had reminded Steve of his father’s WWII trading cards.  Kono was dressed as Agent Carter and Steve had been dressed like the French explosives expert.  He would have to look closer to see how Danny and Chin were represented, but still…

Maybe, just maybe, the other Steve was the original Captain America.  After all, he worked for SHIELD.  Then again, that Steve worked for SHIELD and that Company wasn’t above sending a buff artist –educated enough on WWII to fool old vets like Bob- out into the United States leaving a trail of art inferring that the original Captain America was alive and fighting on their side.  Steve would ask around.  Either way, 5-O now had some awesome art for the office.

*avgr*H5-o*

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Comments

( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
jebbypal
Dec. 13th, 2013 11:58 pm (UTC)
Eeeeee!!!!! Love it soooo much.
jebbypal
Dec. 14th, 2013 12:04 am (UTC)
And I think this story inspired me to set new records in fastest bunny toss ever
faithburke
Jan. 4th, 2014 01:25 pm (UTC)
lol. well, you got a result pretty fast too. :)
spedreder
Dec. 14th, 2013 12:32 am (UTC)
OMG you used my prompt!! Thanks sooo much! It is fabulous and I can totally see Steve M. as the skeptic of the bunch..... and Danny, you've totally captured his "voice" from the show. I am going to have to see what else I can think of for prompts, you are so good at writing them!

Edited at 2013-12-14 12:33 am (UTC)
faithburke
Jan. 4th, 2014 01:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the prompt, I enjoyed this as much as you. The banter on the show reminds me of conversations with my brothers, so it's kinda easy to write.
galadriel34
Dec. 14th, 2013 05:38 am (UTC)
I really enjoyed! Great work!
faithburke
Jan. 4th, 2014 01:27 pm (UTC)
thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
nyx_girl
Dec. 14th, 2013 12:27 pm (UTC)
This was so much fun!!!
faithburke
Jan. 4th, 2014 01:27 pm (UTC)
THanks for the review!
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