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WHO: Steve Rogers v 1.Werewolf, Meeting up with Betty and OPEN
WHAT: Letting Betty risk her life to deliver a message and roaming around.
WHEN: Flexible
WHERE: City of Tomorrow
NOTES/WARNINGS: None, will update as necessary.

Betty:
He meets Betty, bright and early Thursday morning. He's dressed in the dark blues of shield, but it's not a uniform, it's his compromise to not standing out in vivid colors, without resorting to the harshness of black. He's nervous while he waits on her, wants to pace, wants to maybe change his mind and back out.

But it's Bucky. He needs to know Bucky's okay - or even just alive, since he's not stupid enough to believe okay, really okay, is even possible. It's not possible for Betty either, though. The conflict there is acute so the first thing he says when he spots her is, "You sure about this?"

Open:
Human:
Steve spends most of his days around City of Tomorrow. He's restless and anxious, and hanging around here is easier for him to do than waiting around in his own world. It stops him from micromanaging, wanting to hover, or clamp down and demand information updates every five minutes.

So he wanders the streets, pokes into McAran tower, grabs cheese fries and a burger at lunch and a steak for dinner. He checks into a coffee shop, has a drink there and even manages to spend a few minutes sketching.

Wolf:
When night falls, he stows his clothes somewhere safe and accessible enough, finds a private corner to change in and spends the night more obviously roaming and pacing - on four feet and with a thick coat of fur. He is, if anything, more into sticking his nose into things that are none of his business and places he doesn't belong.

Not that he belongs in the city at all.

He clearly isn't shy or reclusive, though, much less afraid. He'll approach people, and be reasonably happy to be approached by them.

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Tony doesn't take the glances or the confusion personally. Hell, even if they were back home and this was the Steve from his timeline, he still wouldn't. It's something he's so used to, seeing people's confusion and stares over his arm that it barely phases him. Sure, he could do a synthetic to essentially make his arm look as if it's flesh rather than the very obvious hot rod red - and in the beginning, before he was Iron Man, he actually did, but he has grown to own this as a part of him.

"You mean the explanation of who McAran is won't be part of the tour? What a shame." He glances up as if to look at the tower, but when he looks back at Steve it's obvious he's just teasing and being a brat. Some things just don't change with timelines, Steve.

The question of the arm makes him look down at it, flexing his hand for a moment. Its movements are fluid, as if it's really just his arm being covered by armor. The whirring of the mechanism is faint enough that it's hardly heard, but it's definitely audible. "Lab incident when I hit my 20s." He looks back at Steve and gives a small shrug. The way he explains it is more factual, any emotional reaction to the loss of his arm completely lost from his face or even tone. To be fair, it's been well over twenty years since it happened; he hardly sees the point in dwelling on something that is long gone.

"It's pretty much gone, so...you know. Brand new arm." He pauses, but it's only for a moment. "From the sounds of it, guess that's something that happened only in my timeline."

He gives Tony a look for the remark about McAran tower and the tour, but it's no more serious than the remark itself was. It's part of the way they work, and apparently that's not going to change because of realities and timelines. Tony's going to be a smart ass, and Steve's going to be overly serious and a straight man about it, and it's all a game.

He breaks and looks down at Tony's arm while he's hearing the explanation, head cocked a little to better hear the mechanical operation and then back up where he shrugs. "As long as the answer wasn't Hydra." There's a flash of a smile, though. He feels bad about it of course, but Tony's clearly got a very well functioning work around, it's been a long time, and Steve damned well knows better to pity people for shit they don't see as limitations.

"So, you going to insist on a bar tour over here, or can I convince you to actually pay attention to what this place has to offer?"

Despite his attempts to keep a straight face, at Steve's look Tony finds himself smirking anyway. No, this definitely hasn't changed. It's a little reassuring in its own way, though, because it's so familiar that it's easy to forget that he's meeting an alternate version of Steve Rogers.

Not that he minds it, really; this whole thing is fascinating to him.

A look of confusion crosses his face at the mention of Hydra, because he doesn't quite understand why they'd have anything to do with his arm, but he just shakes his head. "Nope, my own creation. And I've adjusted it to essentially be a part of the suit by now, so that has its perks."

Like right now. He may not have the suit with him, but if something were to happen then he could use his arm as a weapon. It helps that the power source for the repulsors was imbedded into his chest, too.

With a soft chuckle under his breath at Steve's comment, he shakes his head. "Nope, no bar crawl needed. I don't like my drinks with a side of judgement." He smirks again, teasing, before motioning for him to lead the way. "I'm ready when you are."

He rolls his eyes at Tony's remark about judgement. "Spend less time in bars and I'll judge less." It's still playful, though, rather than any sort of serious conflict. Tony drinks too much, it both worries and frustrates him, but this is just teasing familiarity and sort of testing to see how familiar.

Since that look at Hydra being mentioned tells him that more than a missing arm is probably different. Might be time? Maybe.

But both differences and similarities and that look all get him circling back to the meatier part of that conversation. "Oh yeah? How about we see if we can find somewhere to show me just how many perks it has."

Now it's Tony's turn to roll his eyes, but there's no real annoyance. If anything, it really is so familiar that he doesn't truly mind the comment. Probably because Steve's tone has a touch of playfulness as well, and this isn't a real push for him to lay off the bottle.

But, he'll take it. The last thing he wants is to start this off the wrong way, and Tony smirks at Steve's suggestion.

"Sure thing, I'm game. What are you thinking, shooting practice? I hope you don't say sparring, because even if the arm is stronger than it would be if I still had my own, the rest of my body isn't quite enhanced so you'll win."

It's a tease and a joke rather than a serious attempt to get Tony to lay off the alcohol now. Subject him to too much of it, and it might be something else. For now, though, Tony's benefiting a lot from not really being 'his' Tony and Steve's concerted effort at not making a whole hell of a lot of assumptions.

Very, very conscious effort.

"I wouldn't suggest sparring unless you were in a suit." He's mildly insulted by the idea, because he would win, and it wouldn't be much of a spar, and Tony might end up being jelly. That's before accounting for werewolf crap, and he doesn't feel like counting werewolf crap, anyway. "Finding something to shoot, yeah, but only if we can find a nice safe place to do it. I don't see much good coming from us leveling a city block."

And honestly, they're them. They'd level something.