<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/hlh070119cvr-002-1561147447.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Sam Wilson: Captain America<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>SHIELD workout gear<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Equinox -> Kree Space<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Command Deck<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ulysses, Nexus, Star Lord, Thor, Thundra<br/><hr/><br/>He'd been talking music with Peter from the moment he met him, just comparing notes and preferences. It would not have surprised him to find him listening to the John Lee Hooker stuff he'd copied onto his...well, whatever the hell he uses to play the music in the damn helmet of his. It just served as a reminder that he was in space. SPACE! And completely out of his depth. He would ask himself just how the hell he'd allow himself as the newly minted Captain America to be way, way, WAY out of America. Maybe he could look at it as an intergalactic diplomacy mission. Yep, piss the wrong damn alien off and the first thing they're going to do when they get to Earth is waste anything that looks like his colors. That's at least four countries down the tube.<br/><br/>So it was going to be a good thing him being on his best behavior.<br/><br/>He himself was jogging with his wireless buds in his ear. They'd taken the damn things from him for a few hours when he first got on the ship, then gave them back. Apparently now he can understand other languages when he wears them. He was going to see if they worked for languages on Earth when he got back, so he could find out just how much smack they were talking about him when he ordered his Chinese food. For now, he was jogging through the ship with 'Running on Empty' coursing through his ears. He'd heard they were getting close, and he wanted to be good to go when it was time to suit up. Hell, the suit smelled like a new pair of shoes. That smell that just vacates a few weeks after wear. He wouldn't lie, sometimes he'd just look at the thing and wait for Steve to say something...to give him something to work with.<br/><br/>No dice though. He'd just have to wing it. Heh. Through his trip, he mostly tried to passively get to know most of the other team. It was...well, strange honestly. They weren't bad people. they were just wrapped up in a lot of stuff, for a lot of reasons, and somehow Vision's algorithm or whatever saw them as a team. He'd had his reservations, but he kept them to himself. If he'd have seen the altercation between big red and Pete, well, he'd have simply known that his reservations were validated. Not that that really mattered. It's not like Dad was going to turn the car around because everyone wasn't playing nice in the backseat. Halfway into the job, he got word from Thor, and just changed direction towards the bridge.<br/><br/>Thor. Another complication on this whole trip. He still remembered that kiss they'd shared. It was heated...passionate. Dare he say, electric. He thought of that kiss too often for it to be healthy, and it still didn't seem enough. Who could say they kissed a goddess, huh? Scratch one off the bucket list, but then he found out who she was. And...well, he took care of her...kept her secret and respected her wishes. She wanted to go out a hero, and how could he fault her for that? How could he even begin to try and take that away from her? He couldn't, so he didn't. It wasn't until later that he'd found out she was alive and recovering. He was still reeling from it all. Where did that leave them? Where did he want it to leave him?<br/><br/>He convinced himself to stow the random thoughts as he walk onto the bridge. he'd either nodded or waved to everyone there who had come before him, and patted Wulf on the shoulder in fellowship before looking to who summoned them all "Okay...what do we know?"<br/><br/>