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[latenightfondue]

[ A solemn looking man with a serious expression appears on the screen, an impressive fountain in the distance behind him, and the sounds of rushing water carrying over the feed. He's wearing a white turtleneck jumper with a suede coat, brown hair looking flat and dark circles ring his eyes. ]

There goes the search for Cap. [ He sounds defeated, which rarely happens, but he says it with a sarcastic tone, masking the weight he carries with him for so far failing to find Steve in the wreckage.

He fiddles around with the device as he looks directly at it, now, rather than at the surroundings around him. ] So, anyone out there gonna fill me in on what the hell's goin' on 'round here or do I gotta figure it out for myself?

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Private

[punchedhitler]

People say time doesn't pass.

[A sigh of relief]

Thank you.

Private

[latenightfondue]

This place keeps on getting better.

Any time, Cap, I owe you that much. While we're on the subject, does he know about you?

Private

[punchedhitler]

No.

I haven't told him.

Private

[latenightfondue]

Say nothing. Got it. I can do that.

So, what's the deal here?

Private

[punchedhitler]

It's called a pocket universe, or something like that. People get pulled here from their world.

Private

[latenightfondue]

Let me guess, and no one knows why? [ He probably shouldn't be looking so pleased about this. ]

Private

[punchedhitler]

You shouldn't be so pleased about that, Howard.

Private

[latenightfondue]

Sorry, buddy, but how often's something like this happen to a fella, huh? And if I'm gonna be stuck here, might as well make the most of it.

Private

[punchedhitler]

[Steve wonders if he should warn him about Tony, but decides against it. He'll find out on his own]

They haven't perfected the flying car either.

Private

[latenightfondue]

You're kidding me, right? That thing only needed a couple'a years, and with the right technology it'd be off the ground in no time.

Private

[punchedhitler]

You've still got work to do.

Private

[latenightfondue]

Guess the war got in the way. Speaking of, any of the other fellas here with you guys?

Private

[punchedhitler]

None of the Commandos. No one from Brooklyn, either.

Private

[latenightfondue]

Just the three of us, then. But, hey, it means I get to spend more time with my good buddies.

Private

[punchedhitler]

We'll need to find you a place to stay.

Private

[latenightfondue]

No room at the inn? It's a good thing I don't take offence easily. [ Slightly more seriously now. ] So, uh, how's that all go about working here?

Private

[punchedhitler]

I didn't think you'd be comfortable where Bucky and I live, we don't have room service.

You mean renting a room? Just like back ho-

You've never rented anything before, have you?

Private

[latenightfondue]

No service? How d'you even survive?

[ He pauses to think about it, but it doesn't take very long. ] Nah, never needed to. Go where the work is, and usually all'a that stuff's taken care of.

Suddenly not loving the outlook here.

Private

[punchedhitler]

There's a diner down the street. Once Bucky tried to cook.

[SIGH]

We'll find you a place.

Private

[latenightfondue]

Y'mean you actually let that idiot loose near the dangerous stuff? You're a braver me than me.

You're a pal. Need something big enough to move in, a bachelor pad.

Private

[punchedhitler]

How big?

Private

[latenightfondue]

Big enough to tinker in or I'll be off to the funny farm. Hate having nothing to do with the old hands. Guess there's a budget, though, huh?

Private

[punchedhitler]

We can't have that. We'll find you a corner or something.

[Or Maybe Steve can talk to Tony]

Private

[latenightfondue]

Not sure a corner's gonna cut it, but I'll take what I can get.

Private

[punchedhitler]

I know a few people who might be able to help you out at least with space.

I mean, you don't plan on blowing anything up, right?