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Steve Rogers	It is the night of the World War II Veterans Dance that is being held by Wayne Enterprises as a charitable event. Taking place on the hangar deck of the aircraft carrier turned museum, the USS Intrepid, the benefit has been underway for awhile. Steve Rogers, wearing one of his authentic uniforms from the war which a collector had returned to him, was rather mobbed by people earlier in the night. Selfies were taken, hands were shook, and Steve's gratitude given for people's warm responses to him. Finally the night is winding down a little bit, and most of the people seeking his time have managed to get it. Though there was one request from earlier he hasn't had a chance to fulfill yet. "Excuse me," Steve says to the older couple he's talking to. "Someone I need to go visit with still," he says, shaking their hands again before turning and moving a few steps away to search for the person in question. Spotting her, Steve walks over to where he finds Clara. "Excuse me. I believe you were wanting a dance tonight?" he asks her, offering a soft, friendly smile.
Clara Jennings	Clara has had a rather interesting night up to this point. It is perhaps a bit fitting that someone who is trained at avoiding notice on rooftops becomes invisible at parties, too. Rather than a blessing, it leads to anxiety.     She had, at this point, rather imagined that Captain Rogers was just too busy or maybe forgot all about that commitment. She should have known better! So it is that she is surprised to see him again.     So surprised is she, that she is not even awkward. "Yes, I did. I was rather hopeful that I might get to do some proper dancing, rather than what most people my age consider dance." She perks up as the band starts playing something appropriately energetic. "I imagine a man in uniform knows how to turn a girl around the dancefloor? I am familiar with swing."
Steve Rogers	Steve Rogers offers Clara his hand to walk her over to the dance floor. "Well, while I'm probably more suited for dancing to this kind of music than anything more recent," Steve admits, he goes on to say, "But I can't say dancing was ever one of my strengths. Now Bucky, he was always the one who ended up drawing a crowd out on the dance floor." Bucky looks like he's off having fended off his own crowd of people. "But, I'll certainly do my best," Steve tells Clara. When they reach the floor, he'll put a hand on her hip and take her hand with the other. He leaves enough space between them that a chaperone would nod approvingly. When Clara is ready, Steve begins moving to the move. He is smooth and graceful enough, if not exactly skilled in knowing a lot of moves beyond basic turns and the like.
Clara Jennings	There are a lot of keys to being a good follower in a dance. Among them is intuition and reading the subtle signs of the steps. After learning the steps of a dance, she has to throw away the book and go wherever Captain Rogers means for her to go.     "It is not about some athletic talent, so much as just having fun. Dancing is a different experience for me." Holding Steve's hand and having the other on his shoulder does a lot to relieve her distractions. She even sounds different. "And certainly one thing you know is not to compare yourself to others. You eventually will have no choice but to admit you are better at something than they are, and that just is not very polite, is it?"     She laughs softly, keeping up comfortably. There is no need to add flourishes. When he spins her, she spins quite well, and otherwise she just follows his lead. But she has questions, of course.     "What is it like, seeing all of this? I mean the tanks, the plane, replicas or real objects from your past all on display."
Steve Rogers	At the question, Steve's glance goes back to the Panzer tank that he was originally standing near when Clara first approached him. "Well, the first glimpse of a few of these didn't exactly bring back the brightest of memories," Steve admits, though his tone is light enough to keep it from sounding anywhere near the level of being traumatic. "I suppose overall it kind of... homesick isn't the right word. Nostalgic. It makes me a bit nostalgic. I suppose for someone else it would be like... pulling out a school yearbook and looking at yourself and your friends in clothing and hairstyles no one has anymore," Steve says after a moment's reflection. "The war wasn't at all the best of times. But it was still something familiar, you know?" he comments to Clara. A couple dance past, pausing near to them to say hello. Steve tips his head to them and says, "Hello, thank you for coming out," before turning his attention back to Clara. "So are you a student somewhere?" Steve asks Clara.
Clara Jennings	"I can understand that idea. There are moments that are important to us. Not necessarily good, but valuable. Honestly the more moments I experience, the more I realize how wonderful they are to revisit in memory."     She laughs at herself. "And I am obviously very young." More seriously, she says, "Yet I know what it is like to have my life suddenly change. To step out of the little world I once accepted into this wider, louder space. There are responsibilities and conflicts and... fear. So much fear."     She pauses when the couple dance past, nodding politely. "I was privately tutored in London. Thus the accent. I am a guest lecturer at Gotham University. They appreciate my work enough to give me a stage to teach on, from time to time. It is very kind of them to let someone my age share spaces with academics who have been working for so long. That all aside, I guess I would say I am a student everywhere, too. I love to read. But I also find that I like to meet people, even if I struggle at times."
Steve Rogers	The band is playing some Louis Armstrong, picking to some of the very popular numbers from the 40s that have managed to linger longest with people. Steve would probalby shake his head and sigh if he the Fallout games probably had to do with that as anything. Steve dances Clara about the dance floor, the dancing modest and without a lot of flare, but that also allows for more conversation. "Well, of all people, I am one who should know the perils of trying to judge someone's age by their face," the one hundred year old man tells Clara. "Teaching at the university? That's quite an accomplishment," he tells her after she's told him about that part of her life. "What field is it that you specialize in?"
Clara Jennings	The pace is perfect for conversation. Clara cannot help but feel lucky. She does not have to compete for Steve's attention when they are dancing. She would favor anything big band at this point.     Steve's joke gets her laughing again. "Yes, well, that is a fair point. You move very well, and I fear that I am not that surprising when it comes to my age. I am very accustomed to being called child or little girl. As long as others respect me, I do not mind that kind of thing."     Regardless of age, she did ask him to dance. Granted that was not easy for her. "My favorite topic is history. In particular I focus on literature, but sometimes that branches into surprising topics. I have it in my mind to focus my next lecture on dance and film, particularly war period work. I have recently been exposed to a taste of it by watching Swing Fever. Marilyn Maxwell and Kay Keyser are really fun in it. It does not take itself very seriously, but sometimes art just wants you to feel warm and happy. Are there any favorites you have that I should try? It is amazing how much is free on the internet now. I just have to not let my governess know that I am watching film instead of doing work."
Steve Rogers	"Well there you go," Steve replies to Clara. "You're a fan of history. And I'm old enough I am history," he says in a joking tone. The man nods a bit as Clara mentions the older works. "Well, you actually might be a little better read than I as I didn't have as much time in those last few years to keep up with things," Steve replies. "But, let me think. Sullivan's Travels was rather moving. I thought the Shop Around The Corner was rather well done," Steve tells her after thinking for a few moments. He guides them around a slower moving couple, and that brings them near to two kids who are dancing together. Maybe around eight or nine years old, they don't seem bound by the strictures of swing dancing, and are instead just having a great time, moving however they want and not necessarily to the music. It brings a smile to Steve's face.
Clara Jennings	"Well, we have much to discuss, then!" replies Clara, teasing right back. "I will make a mental note to watch those. Thank you! By my normal standards, though, you are a very new topic. I generally work with antiquities. Besides, you are not really that old!"     She follows Steve's eyes to the little kids. Clara smiles, and turns back to him, "And I am not quite that young." She waits a moment to go on with the conversation. Part of her wonders if she might be talking too much. A terrible danger with her. But Steve is not excusing himself, yawning, or looking bored.     "I am wondering... well, and you obviously never have to answer anything you do not want to. You did kind of fight for all of our rights to speak or not to, after all. I just wondered something because you are always so confident. Or seem that way. Do you ever hesitate or second guess yourself?"
Steve Rogers	When Clara implies Steve is not an antiquity, it draws a chuckle from him. "I might need that writing so I can show Tony Stark that it came from someone at Gotham University," Steve tells her before breaking into another soft laugh. They dance on past the kids, one of Steve's eyebrows going up slightly as Clara seems to have a question on her mind. He gives tiny nods as she speaks, actively listening. After he hears the question, he pauses to consider for a moment. "I think all of us have second guessed decisions that we make. That is pretty natural. I think maybe what is more important is to not let fear of making the wrong choice paralyze me. Know what your beliefs and convictions are, and stick with them. Trust them when they guide your choices," Steve replies.
Clara Jennings	"I will be sure to let Mr. Stark know, then," says Clara. She is serious. Granted, a note from some random girl in Gotham has little chance of ever getting to his desk, but she is just cheeky enough to send it. If he would reply it would amuse her to no end.     "Thank you. I find myself in a situation where I believe firmly in a cause, but I am occasionally given directions that I find objectionable. I recently made a major mistake and was still told I performed well. The details are perhaps not so important, just the principle of it." This would make so much more sense if she provided those details, though. As it is, this all just sounds, well, weird enough.     And for the moment, Clara is quiet. She is not, oddly enough, searching for a social script. The point has been reached where that stress is behind her, as well. Something about Captain Rogers just exudes a calm that her anxiety no longer can exist in.
Steve Rogers	The song is nearing its end, though Steve's attention is on Clara as she brings up the matter that is troubling her. Steve's face shows empathy, as if he can relate to having been in such a situation before. When Steve replies, his voice is quiet but there is a firmness to his tone. "Clara, I think this nation was founded on one principle above all else. The requirement that we stand up for what we believe. No matter the odds or the consequences." The music stops, and Steve lets go of Clara's hand but continues speaking. "And when the crowd, or the press, or even the whole world tells you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth. And tell the whole world, 'No. You move.'"
Clara Jennings	Clara's hands are free, then, but the anxiety that usually accompanies her issues with that situation does not have time to manifest. She finds herself face to face with Captain Rogers still, looking up and getting what may be the most important advice of her life. She takes it in. Every word is etched into her memory with a special emphasis.     "I may not be an American, but I see how right you are. The difference between being a child and being a woman is responsibility. I am responsible for my orders. I am obligated to refuse them when they are immoral. I do not have to live for the praises of those who condemn the inefficiency of helping others."     She is not lost in thought, but rooted in the moment. "Thank you. Sincerely. This is what I needed to hear. Now I know what I must do."
Steve Rogers	The expression that Steve Rogers has for Clara is one of pride. Pride and support as he sees the determination in her. "You asked how it felt, being here and seeing all of this," Steve says, one arm gesturing towards all the relics of a past war. "Well, I can tell you what I feel is hope. Hope for our future, knowing there are people that continue to fight the good fight," he tells Clara. One of the organizers comes over to them then, giving Clara an apologetic smile. "I hate to intrude. Captain Rogers, would you be willing to sign a few autographs for some people before they go? They've made some contributions and..." the woman says, trailing. Steve gives the woman a quick nod. "Certainly," he tells. Steve's eyes go back to Clara directly as he says, "I think the room is full of people who can make contributions." He gives the younger woman a smile and adds, "Thank you for the dance, Clara." And then he turns to follow the woman from the organizing committee.