Trooper Station, Friday

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Watts was, once again, perched on top of his desk. Cross-legged this time, feet not resting on the chair, because curled up in the chair was the station cat, and Watts knew better than to disturb a cat who'd claimed someplace to sleep.

He was also munching on a pretzel, a box of which had mysteriously shown up at his doorstep this morning. He had a notion as to who was responsible, of course, but there had been no time to test that notion before heading to work.

(The cat, for the record, had appeared briefly interested in the pretzel and so naturally Watts had held it out for her to try- she'd given it a careful sniff, then a lick, and then backed away as if she'd been horrifically offended. Of course.)

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Steve was heading home after experiencing the joy ("joy"?) of Summer's food class and decided to stop into the sheriff's office to say hello to the new guy he'd kept seeing in passing.

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Did Steve expect a hello? Or acknowledgement of any kind? Because this was a very good pretzel, and Watts was fully engaged with enjoying it.

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"Enjoying your snack?" Steve asked with a smile.

He was currently full, but it hadn't been necessarily enjoyable.

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Technically, Watts should have been in that class too. But it had slipped his mind and so he ended up skipping the final class. Oops.

“Hmm?” he looked up at the sound of someone’s voice. “Ah. Yes. Soft pretzel. Have you tried these?”

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"I have," Steve said, grinning. "I'm from New York."

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"Hmm, you would be, then, wouldn't you?" Watts replied with a decisive nod. New York had been where he'd first run across these, so it made sense.

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"Big fan," Steve said, nodding. "Street food in general is pretty swell."

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"Agreed!" Oh, he was actually looking at you now, Steve, with something akin to actual interest rather than the mild why-are-you-in-my-space he'd been exuding previously.

"Something this time, so far as I can tell, sorely lacks." Or at least this little piece of the world did.

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"Well, this town does if you don't the popcorn machine on the street by city hall," Steve said, and really, who counted that, "but there are other places!"

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"I'm... afraid I haven't had much opportunity to leave the island as of yet."

Cars were gonna be a surprise.

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"How long have you been here?" Steve asked.

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"Juuuust under two months, now," Watts informed him.

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"Are you one of those people who are stuck on the island?" Steve asked, looking sympathetic.

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"... That's a possibility?" Watts asked, eyebrow raised. "Interesting. No. I just haven't had the opportunity to head out just yet."

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Steve nodded. "I've known a couple people who've been stuck here."

He realized he hadn't introduced himself.

"Hi, by the way. I'm Steve. Rogers."

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"Llewellyn Watts. Detective." Sheriff. Whatever. Shoving the rest of the pretzel into his mouth, he held out his now-free hand for a shake.

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"Nice to officially meet you, Detective," Steve said, shaking the offered hand.

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“I would claim the same, only I wasn’t officially aware there was a you to meet.”

Only partially true, since Steven had told him of the existence of one ‘America Captain’- but he hadn’t known there was one here to be introduced to and not on the moon or wherever.

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"I won't take that personally," Steve said with a laugh. "There's a lot of people around here."

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It was probably wise not to take a lot of the things Watts said personally, Steve.

"Not nearly so many as one would find in New York," Watts pointed out. "Or Toronto."

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"That's true," Steve agreed. "You'd never run out of Steves to meet in either of those places."

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There did seem to be an unusually high concentration of Steve(n)s around here, that much was true.

"What brought you here from New York?" Don't mind if his tone sounded a little less 'small talk' and a little more 'interrogation', Steve.

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"My boss thought this island would be a good place for me to acclimate to the 21st Century," Steve said. "He has an odd sense of humor."

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“Ah!” Watts exclaimed, pleased to have a suspicion confirmed. “Then you are a man out of time as well.”

You know, in case Steve hadn’t guessed thanks to the suit (and hat, currently perched on the computer monitor).

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Steve nodded. "When I first came to the island, I was just out of 1945."