DAFT PUNK IS PLAYING AT MY HOWSE MY HOWWWWSE

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Steve thinks, not unreasonably, that all the fanfare and cross-checking and scouting the place for traps and bugs last night was really completely unnecessary. About as unnecessary as the guards flanking him now, dressed in tidy suits with sunglasses and looking like proper g-men.

He massages one temple, glancing sideways at the nearest one. "You're not coming inside," he says, shortly.

Normally he wouldn't be rude. Normally he wouldn't dream of leaving people standing around waiting for him. But this is different, darn it.

He reaches out and knocks tentatively on the wall next to the door of the place Quorra said she shared with Sam. Well. No. She didn't say it.

SHIELD just kind of... tracked the conversation and found out.

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[ruinszen.livejournal.com]

"Well he's" and a wave towards Steve "Captain America." As for coming in well he can't exactly just leave Captain America standing outside.

"Leave the goons outside." He brushes past Steve with a reassuring grin at Quorra as much as he can muster and gives Castor a look. Preemptively. "We're not used to guests so uh. Make yourself at home?"

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He's not quite sure what to make of Sam - protective, which is good. Kind of cold, which he can't really blame the guy for. It does make Steve a little nervous, feel like he has to explain he wasn't going to let the SHIELD operatives follow him inside, but there's not much point to that except his own comfort, so instead he gives the closest one - the one who went for a weapon - a calm look and says, "I'll be fine," before following Sam inside.

He stops just past the threshold, surprised to find the other side of the building wide open on a very nice view. It has to be marvelous at night, even if Steve isn't sure he would want to live in a place that seems so vulnerable.

...There's a boat out on the water he saw keeping pace with the SUVs as they drove. The people on board are all in casual clothes, but Steve knows all too well what people look like when they're tracking a target and trying to look like they're doing anything but. He clasps both hands behind him in parade rest, hiding his annoyance.

"Would you mind if we closed the... wall?" He nods toward it and the boat beyond. "They probably have a lip reader. Or recording equipment. Maybe both."

[enzused.livejournal.com]

Castor affects a terribly wounded, innocent face at Sam's totally unwarranted harsh look that lasts until all have shuffled into the garage-on-the-riviera. Then it's back to a smarmy smirk as he shuts the door in the collective face of the thusly designated 'goons'. Spinning on his heel, he follows after the group, stepping lightly behind their visitor.

"You certainly run with an interestingly curious crowd, mon capitán," he drawls, definitely too close for comfort, before walking around and setting himself on the arm of the couch.

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Quorra had scurried after Sam, shifting Marv to one side, before squeezing his arm in half a hug as they walked. That would do for the welcome home for now.

She peers out at the boat and purses her lips. Exactly the sort of thing she wanted to avoid. Without waiting for Sam, she walks over and hits the switch to close the view, blocking out the agents on the boat. "It's a prettier view at night, anyway," she beams. Nope, she still doesn't quite grasp what it means to have Captain America in one's living room.