Out Behind Movie Sign Theater 3000, Sunday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

Steve, after a night spent righteously on a park bench because he didn't need charity from a guy who might've kidnapped him, decided to go to the pictures. It went about as well as he was used to: first the guy in front of him was talking--loudly, but through the previews--about how good that Kevin Spacey as a cat movie looked. Steve judged the hell out of him, but remained silent. Then the guy answered his phone during the opening credits and began talking. Steve coughed pointedly and the guy stopped his conversation, but only to start recording the movie with his phone. Which was when Steve pointed out how super illegal that was.

And that's why he was now out behind the movie theater getting his ass handed to him by a guy who might have been partially troll.

Just another Sunday for Steve Rogers.

[OOC: I HAD TO. Open!]

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[good_for_six]

Isabela had been minding her own business, when finely honed instincts drew her attention to a scuffle in a back alley, and not the fun kind.

"Hey, why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm a fine size!" Steve insisted, wiping at his split lip.

[good_for_six]

"I'm sure you are, sweet thing," Isabela said, less condescendingly than you might think, since he wasn't that much shorter than Zevran, if a trifle skinny. "Doesn't make the ogre over there any less of a bully."

Naturally, said ogre took the opportunity to make an astonishingly crude remark.

[heroic_jawline]

"You watch your mouth around a dame," Steve snapped, throwing another punch.

And then wheezing. Because his lungs were cheap, terrible things.

[good_for_six]

Isabela might have stood back to let Steve keep his dignity a little longer, but that was a nasty sounding wheeze and Isabela came from a place where medicine was at a point where some people thought you drank poultices.

"Oh, I'm not a dame, I'm a pirate," she said cheerfully, sauntering over to the ogre. "It's not your mouth you need to watch, it's your jewels." Which was where she kneed him. Hard.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve didn't bother hiding his smirk as the guy doubled over. "I had him on the ropes," he insisted.

[good_for_six]

"You softened him up for me." This was a blatant lie, but Isabela was in a good mood.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve straightened his shoulders and tried to wipe the blood from his split lip. "That's right. I'm Steve. Steve Rogers."

[good_for_six]

He was also tiny and adorable. That was one heck of a grow spurt he had in store.

"I'm Isabela," she said with the grin of someone who wasn't sure why the universe loved her, only that it did.

[heroic_jawline]

"It's nice to meet you, Isabela," Steve said with the kind of ease that said he met a lot of people just after getting his ass kicked in an alley.

[good_for_six]

Isabela met a lot of people in alleys in general.

Usually dirty.

"Likewise," Isabela said, still grinning.

[heroic_jawline]

"What brings you out today?" Steve asked, poking experimentally at his eye, wondering how bad a bruise he'd have in the morning.

[good_for_six]

"Just out, seeing the sights." And boy was she glad she had.

[heroic_jawline]

"I was trying to watch a documentary about Syria," Steve said.

Because of course he was.

[good_for_six]

Isabela wisely chose not to comment on his tastes in entertainment.

"So what happened, not enough fisticuffs onscreen?"

[heroic_jawline]

"No, that guy answered his phone during it, then started recording," Steve said. "So he's rude and illegal. I told him so."

Loudly.

[good_for_six]

"How terrible," said the pirate. "He didn't take it well?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Shockingly, no," Steve said dryly.

[good_for_six]

Isabela was truly surprised by this, yes. "Then he decided to take it out back?"

[heroic_jawline]

"They always do," Steve sighed.

[good_for_six]

Isabela couldn't imagine why, Steve.

"And of course you couldn't turn him down."

Again, completely surprised. Really.

[heroic_jawline]

"Once you start running, you can never stop," Steve said, jaw clenching.

[good_for_six]

Or someone just liked to get into fights. It was okay, Isabela did too.

"This happens often then?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Fairly, yeah," Steve said with a nod.

[good_for_six]

"You must meet a lot of arses, then."

Well, that part could also be true.

[heroic_jawline]

"Well, it's generally the same ones," Steve said. "They just haven't learned anything."

[good_for_six]

You were lucky you were cute, Steve, or Isabela would be laughing at you.

"Oh, that is a problem."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve nodded earnestly. (Steve did everything earnestly.)

[good_for_six]

Isabela just wanted to pinch his cheeks. (The ones on his face. For once.)

Instead she went to sling an arm over his shoulder. "Since he's not going to be any more trouble, why don't I show you the sights."

[heroic_jawline]

"Sounds great," Steve said. "Thanks."

Whoo, new record held for longest conversation with a girl! Go Steve!

[shapethecentury]

Bucky had just been intending to take a stroll through town. He liked doing that more here than he had back home in Brooklyn – or at least for different reasons.

He'd been just considering seeing a movie when he heard the scuffle. It was a reflex cultivated over many, many years of Steve getting into trouble that he actually went ahead to investigate.

Then he stopped.

"–– the hell."

He hadn't actually expected to see Steve, you know.

[heroic_jawline]

"Hey, Buck!" Steve called out cheerily, ducking under a punch and kicking the guy in the kneecap.

[shapethecentury]

That was just all too familiar. So much so that Bucky had just a second or so where he was almost sure he'd somehow taken a wrong turn right into Brooklyn.

... Well, Brooklyn some years ago, but still.

"Dammit, Stevie."

[heroic_jawline]

"He started it!" Steve called out.

Because they always did...

[shapethecentury]

Yeah, Bucky was just going to have to step into the alley now gearing up for his usual interfering maneuver.

"Pretty sure I've heard that before, pal."

[heroic_jawline]

"Doesn't make it less true," Steve said, before getting socked solidly on the jaw.