Just Outside the Portalocity Office, Monday Morning

[heroic_jawline]

Steve had left Tony's well-intentioned but slightly insane rocket boots back at the house, jogging towards the Portalocity office in his full Cap gear. He was feeling incredibly guilty about leaving Tony behind, but had agreed to take Patriot (strapped into his well-intentioned and slightly insane jet pack) back with him until whatever this was had resolved itself.

Motion caught his attention out of the corner of his eye and as quickly as that a park bench was swallowed up, and then a lamp post. Steve dropped the leash. "Patriot, home," he commanded in a voice that was not used to being argued with and he spun, shield out, to get a good look at what was coming.

And that was when the hole spat the damn lamp back out at him. "What the hell?" he gasped, flattening himself on the ground to avoid it as he scrabbled away. "Patriot, MOVE IT."

The dog jetted away and Steve took a relieved breath. "JARVIS," he said, tapping his comm on as he started sprinting, "the holes are throwing things now. Tell Tony I love him and I'll be careful." He dodged a trash can, a park bench, and a rickshaw as the hole started gaining on him. He lifted his shield up to protect himself from a hail of cobblestones and missed the second park bench, which crashed straight into his back.

That hurt a lot, even for a super-soldier, and he lost his focus just long enough for the hole to grab him.

Sorry, Tony.

[OOC: Open for anyone to have seen Steve go but he can't talk :D]

Trooper Station, Monday, July 12, 2021

[grenadesandohana]

Steve arrived at the station to a small protest--both short and with low turnout-- of raccoons waving "#NOTALLRACCOONS" and "END SPECIEST PROFILING" posters while a squirrel in a GoPro interviewed them about their feelings.

"I hate everything about today already," he said, pushing the doors open violently.

He walked in to discover that the only Trooper who was even vaguely fluent in raccoon has been eaten by a hole over the weekend and had taken the office coffee pot with him as he fell. The raccoons left to be interviewed today were wearing clearly fake mustaches and waving the plastic badges Steve had handed out as bribes.

"You're not cops," he told them.

Angry snarls.

"You're not cops!"

Right. 9 o'clock in the morning and he was arguing with possibly rabid wildlife. Fanfuckingtastic.