If the Lord ain't with them, at least don't let the Devil in [ for fightlikehell ]

[juststeverogers]

It's six am when Steve gets up--makes his bed and tidies up his mostly spotless apartment. Getting up early has never been a problem for Steve and even less of one when he's got things to look forward to. The tiny fake tree is still sitting up by the window, one present underneath that never got claimed.

He waits until it's a quarter till seven before he starts the coffee, and starts rummaging through his kitchen to get what he thinks they'll need.

Breakfast and faith sound like a good way to begin the day.

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[juststeverogers]

"If there's one thing my looks have an advantage for, it's that no one believes I start anything." Steve laughs, and while it's sincere it's also a little bit proud. "If only they knew how bad my Brooklyn street boy temper is."

They'll both get the whole story. That's what friends do.

"Young man" Steve starts in his best impression of an old curmudgeonly judge "Your victim can't be your defense attorney also."

[fightlikehell]

"Mr. Steve Rogers are you telling me that you have a penchant for starting shit?" The surprise in his voice is absolutely phony. Matt hasn't seen the spitfire quality or fury that he was describing but it's plain to see that he is a man of passion. And that can't be encased by any body type. It's the New Yorker, the American the... good guy quality.

Matt laughs and shakes his head. "Talk about a conflict of interests."

[juststeverogers]

"I don't put up with bullying." Is Steve's flippant reply. Yes, yes he does. You have no idea Matt. "Now whether I get to finish shit or not....That's another story."

Steve's been beaten up more times than he can count. Part of that may be one of the couple concussions he's gotten from said fights.

"Right?" He coughs a few times as the cold starts to get to him before he clears his throat again. "Agh. I cannot wait until winter is over, man."

[fightlikehell]

"Hey," now he's got to reel it back. He's so very used to Foggy Nelson teasing that can be tedious, heavy handed like a mother bear. Both hands are held up a moment. "No bullying here or shit giving or taking." For now. It is good to know though.

"I like being able to wear warm clothes. And the food." Food again. "I'm looking forward to spring too. Even with allergies."

They keep along their way. "Not too far more. It's called St Francis de Sales. Oh and if you're ever wondering, don't look up anything or anyone close by starting with saint with Siri."

[juststeverogers]

"Like I'd ever have reason to let you feel my bony elbow jabs of doom." Steve laughs even as he's rolling his eyes. How Matt can be talking about food already is impressive. Steve doesn't think he'll eat again until tonight after the breakfast they've had.

"Honestly? I hate being cold and I hate not being able to breathe."

Steve stops a moment and makes a face before hurrying to get back into step with Matt. "What, why? Miss Siri doesn't like churches either?" Can you hear his D: face Matt? He is making one so hard right now.

[fightlikehell]

"With a title like that I'll count myself as lucky." Eye rolls don't make noise, that's just fine. It's the laughter that matters.

Hopefully his friend isn't too cold now. Matt may have to look into seeing if they have some kind of taxi like way of getting around. Or alternative ideas until Steve is in a better climate.

"Oh no no. It's just that there are so many saints in names of buildings, streets, businesses..." He hopes that it isn't too late to save the other man's perspective on the world.

[juststeverogers]

"Bucky called it that." Because of course he did. The poofy coat keeps making it's poofy noise and Steve seems to be keeping up okay, with only the barest of wheezes in his voice. He likes the exercise. The spirit is willing, but the body...well.

"Oh. Oh...UHm. Right, because that other thing would just be silly right? Haha...haaa..." He clears his throat.