Owner	Pose
Steve Rogers	The ride from New York out to the farmhouse in rural upstate New York was a nice one. The weather was warm today, Steve Rogers wearing a leather jacket and jeans and boots, but the snow was gone from the roads and even melting from many of the fields that he drove past. Eventually the sound of the approaching motorcycle could be heard on the small homestead as Steve turned down the lane leading to it from the road. His eyes swept over the quaint family home, and then looked towards what he could see of the lake in back. And the barn that looked like it had seen better days, but was still standing sturdily. He lets his bike mostly coast up to the parking area by the house, before turning it off. There's something strapped to the back of the bike as he puts down the kickstand and climbs off of it, removing his helmet and running fingers through his hair to remove the helmethead from it.
Carol Danvers	If there's one problem with losing yourself to chores, or, really, extensive renovations and tidying, it's that even when you're one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes, you can be surprised by unexpected visitors. Not that Carol's really as comfy with the whole cozy country life to have a loaf of banana bread baking ahead of time just in case of visitors or anything. But still, there's 'Not being prepared for a friend to drop by' and then there's trying to work the rusted hulk of a tractor out of the barn. Well, by the time Steve's pulling up she's actually only dealing with about a third of the tractor, because there are two chunks of rusted early 20th century iron and steel laid out on the grass with still-glowing heated edges. Fortunately, neighbors who don't mind keeping to themselves means Carol doesn't feel too terribly awkward hauling the last chunk of antique rusted machinery out in a simple grey cotton t-shirt and faded, comfortable jeans and hiking boots. She even controls her surprise at Steve's arrival and doesn't launch the last of the tractor into the stratosphere or anything! In fact, she's downright careful when she drops it and heaves out a sigh, right hand lifting in a wave, lips spreading in a smile. "Hey, Steve! ...Wait... you're not in costume! Could this be a /casual/ visit?! Are we allowed to do those?!"
Steve Rogers	Steve Rogers breaks out in soft, genial laughter. "We are allowed. I checked the Avengers Charter just to make sure," Steve says. "So this is where you disappear to, to spend your free time?" he asks, turning to look over at the house and give an approving nod. His boots crunch on the rocks in the driveway as Steve walks over to join Carol by the barn. He motions towards the tractor. "I'm not sure this one can be saved," he says with a light-hearted grin. "So I hope that I'm not showing up unannounced at a bad time. If so, you can just kick me out and I won't take it personally," he assures her, resting his hands on his hips as he looks back at the lake behind the house, able to see more of it from the changed perspective of the area by the barn.
Carol Danvers	Carol narrows her eyes slightly, "Well, I'll take your word for it... because I left my phone inside so I can't text Jen to confirm with her lawyerly wiles." She grins crookedly and shakes her head, "Oh, not always! I mean, sometimes. I disappear all sorts of places. There's this little record store in the city that I'll lurk around sometimes. Space. Space is really good for disappearing to, but it's also either really boring or alarmingly hectic." She looks down at the tractor she's recently disassembled and lets out a thoughtful noise, "Speaking of space... do you think it's more or less environmentally responsible to haul this stuff up to the sun and throw it in? ...I guess I could drop it in Jupiter. I mean, like... gas giants are definitely the trash bins of the galaxy. I'm pretty sure I heard that once." She snorts and rolls her eyes, "Oh no, I'm not going to kick you out! I mean, you'll have to settle for sparkling water instead of beer, I didn't stock up for visitors." She follows his gaze towards the lake, "I mean, I think you can already see why I come by here. It's just... comfortable. Helps me keep from spiraling into a tornado of worry and stress." She grins even broader, "I know it's not as flashy as our billionaire teammates, but it also means if I angry up some lunatic with a suit of power armor, they don't have a giant skyscraper with my name on it to show up at and cause a ruckus."
Steve Rogers	Steve's expression pulls up in a grin. "Those options do beat the recycle bin I think," he says. "I don't imagine anyone is likely to lodge a complaint if you did," Steve replies of Carol's intersolar options for disposing of the tractor. He looks back over the small farmstead and nods his head. "I can definitely see the appeal. Though I grew up in the city, there's something to be said for getting away now and then," he says. "So was this your family home?" he asks. "Where you grew up? It's a really nice place. Was a nice ride out here as well. Speaking of which, I brought you something, left it on the bike," he says, motioning back that way in case she wants to accompany him back to the motorcycle.
Carol Danvers	Carol Danvers frowns thoughtfully, "I mean, probably... I could go get like /twenty bucks/ at a scrap yard though... and twenty bucks is twenty bucks." She clicks her tongue like this is the most pressing consideration in the life of Captain Danvers. She snorts softly and grins, "Well, now if anyone catches me trying to throw my garbage out on the sun I'm saying Captain America said it's totally okay." Eyebrows perk up and she nods, "Yeah. It's the ol' family home as it were. I don't really use it as much as I do, but I'm singlehandedly powering the local teenager economy by paying them all to handle the outdoor caretaking when I'm busy." And then she's falling in step alongside Steve, eyes darting to his bike as she grins wider, "Oh, okay, I'm not even going to /try/ to guess what it is..." She half-scowls and mutters, "Lucky I don't hate surprises in general, 'cause this is... surprising for sure."
Steve Rogers	"Good," Steve replies as they walk back to the bike, "Because the last thing I want to be is boring, after all." He flashes Carol a grin and then they reach the bike. He has a box strapped to the back of the bike, which he opens it up. The box is large enough to hold... a can of paint. Which is what the box contains as Steve pulls it out. "So I heard you were doing some work on the place. There's a guy I met a few years back, right after Loki's attack. Has a hardware store and he told me to come by sometime and he'd set me up with a few cans of paint for helping get his daughter to safety," Steve explains. He motions with the can of paint. "I ran into him the other day and he chastised me I still hadn't been by. I don't really need to pain my apartment, but I thought, maybe you could use it," he says. He hefts the can and offers it to Carol. "Just got this to spark ideas. You can stop in and pick out whatever color you like, and more than just a can," he says. "When I mentioned I was going to give it to Captain Marvel, he seemed pretty excited about that fact too. I'm sure he'd love to have you stop in."
Carol Danvers	Carol's eyes roll and she heaves out a sigh, "Steve, you need to surf the net more. I think 'boring' probably ranks in the bottom ten percent of your search metrics.... I mean, okay 'reliable' and 'traditional' are probably up there, but those aren't necessarily boring!" And in a rare sight, at least for those who don't meet her on such casual basis, Carol actually laughs at the revelation of paint, "Oh! That's great. I've got just the place that needs a little bit of touching up in the kitchen." She grins crookedly and sighs out, "And well now I've /got/ to drop by. It's always nice to make a fan's day, right? I mean, you still do those public speaking appointments at high schools right?" She snatches up the paint can and hums softly, "But I'll be responsible, with great free paint power, comes great free paint responsibility... plus, now that it's the twenty first century and the house isn't heated by the fireplace as a primary heat source, there's not nearly so much soot being generated." She eyes Steve again and then crosses her arms sternly. "So! We know I'm doing well with the home decoration and renovation I'm using as /my/ passtime... and how are you doing Steve?" One eyebrow arches sternly. Because clearly, Captain to Captain, she's not going to accept some dismissive 'Oh I'm totally fine.'... even if it's how she'd normally react. That's what being a good friend is after all! Not letting your friends get away with your own brand of BS.
Steve Rogers	Steve's genuine grin at Carol picking attributes for him touches the man's true blue eyes. And he clearly enjoys seeing Carol appreciating the small home warming (and decorating!) gift. "I do," he confirms of the high school visits. "A principle asked me to talk about detention, and even record a video to show kids who receive it. I'm not quite sure -that- one went over as well," he says with a soft chuckle. When Carol turns the conversation towards the topic of how he's doing, Steve's hands slip into the pockets of his jeans. "Oh I'm totally fine," he tries, though that stern eyebrow arch is already telling him that's not going to work. Steve Rogers hesitates a moment, drawing in a deep breath of the country air and letting it out. "I don't know. It was a good day to get out of the city. A few things had weighed on my mind but I think I just need to move on from them," he says, adding a small shrug. "And visiting you was sure to brighten my day. So do I get the deluxe tour?" he asks.
Carol Danvers	Carol grins crookedly and nods slowly, "Oh, I've seen that one!" She clears her throat and lets that linger for a long moment, "I mean, it certainly reached a broad audience in... uhh... some regard." She clears her throat again... she's not going to try and explain memes to Cap. She barely understands them. She thinks the one time she asked Kara about them, the Kryptonian either slipped in some subtle humor, or Carol just didn't follow along. And then Carol's right back to that cool, calm, 'I will wait until the ice caps melt if I have to for you to be honest.' expression. Not that it takes that long. Her head bobs and she snorts softly, "I mean, you've seen most of the best views already. The barn's got what must be three generations of junk in it." She heaves out a sigh, "Which would be fine if those three generations had been around in the last fifty years... I told the local kids not to try and clean it out for me because having a run on the local hospital's supply of tetanus boosters seemed like some bad publicity." And then she's falling into stride towards the farmhouse proper, with just a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure Steve's following. "And take it from someone who doesn't follow her own advice... sometimes just shrugging off the burdens you keep telling yourself you /have/ to keep struggling under is... necessary. I don't care what People magazine says, even our impressive shoulders can only hold up so much, Steve."
Steve Rogers	Steve Rogers falls into step beside his blond teammate. "Sometimes we just need to know when it's time to move forward," Steve says in a tone of agreement as he looks over and gives Carol a quick smile, as if to say, everything is ok. Or is going to be ok. "So I don't know too much about your family," Steve muses thoughtfully as he looks at the farmhouse they are approaching. "Was this the main family business? Or most a place to raise the family?" he inquires. He glances around the area, which doesn't really have any cultivated crops visible. "It strikes me that I had to go all the way to Europe to learn about farms. City kid from the Bronx that I was. And I saw a lot of them. Walked across a lot of them," he says with a soft chuckle at the memory. "And speaking of how our shoulders are holding things up, how are you doing lately, Carol? I know you've got a lot on your hands with the Avengers, with SWORD, and the aliens that you help in space. Are you managing to make enough time for yourself?" he asks her, glancing over to gauge her reaction.
Carol Danvers	Carol Danvers bobs her head with a wry little laugh, "Oh, things are going pretty well. I mean, SWORD is... a constant little itch in the back of my head, but I've managed to relax enough that I'm not constantly keeping track of orbital traffic and whatnot. I mean, by the time I responded to that whole migrant fleet situation at the spaceport last month, I wasn't even the first one on site. I could probably reach out to the League, or the Lanterns specifically to do a quick spot check on the galactic neighborhood. But mostly I'm trying to practice what I preach, being less... always on." She glances sidelong and murmurs dryly as she walks up onto the front porch, "Well, if you'd had to learn about farms in Kansas in the same timeframe, I imagine that things would have been even more dire than they were." She sighs out and shakes her head, "I feel a little guilty that I'm not trying to run this as like... a /farm/ farm, but maybe this summer I'll try and grow some corn. Or sunflowers. I've heard sunflowers are pretty easy." She draws a slow breath and shrugs, "I mean, I'm doing alright. Kind of feel like I've been slacking off in the... mentoring of the youthful heroic sorts. I ran into Supergirl last year after that whole thing with the Brood down in Antarctica, but she's pretty solid." She clicks her tongue, "A little... alien. But, I mean, it's not like she should be forced to pretend to be some mild mannered farmgirl if she'd rather just be her Kryptonian self all the time." Her head bobs and she grins, "And yeah, I've been making time for myself. I actually think I'm supposed to swing by and visit Diana's island for some relaxation. Or at least I said I would, so now I'm /obligated/ to take some time off. Or, I dunno, maybe they'll be invaded by monsters from myth and legend and I can punch a centaur."
Steve Rogers	Steve gives a grin at the last part, saying, "Now there's something that Hawaii just can't offer to the normal tourist." He flashes that grin at Carol as they move up onto the front porch. "Well, if you want to grow something, definitely you can. But I don't know there's any need if you just enjoy staying here," he says. He pauses to look back out at the homestead's land before turning to join her again as they reach the house. Pulling off his leather jacket, Steve leaves it hanging over his arm. He has on a fitted grey tee beneath with the logo of a restaurant down the street from the Avengers Mansion. "How long has this place been in your family?" he asks Carol as he looks over the structure. "Would have loved to have this much space. Our apartment was a pretty tiny place," he comments.