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[stephrogers]

The mellow dance hall had an old timey feel to it: wooden paneling, sweethearts dancing slowly with each other as the gentle music of a big band song played. Steph was standing to the side, searching over the slow moving couples to see if she could find...if she could find him. But something was off. She knew she wasn't in the 40s anymore. She knew that. She was wearing her new Captain America uniform. One that Coulson designed. Yet...yet the setting looked just like home. And there was hope in her chest that Bucky was just really late.

No. This was a dream. It had to be.

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i am so sorry for these typos and edits T_T

[waterfell]

Ami was in the middle of things. She liked that a lot, and these days, she had the means to make it happen. That was worth it, wasn't it? So there was a second female soldier in the room, doing the opposite of staying out of the way as she chattered too brightly with some of the other girls and occasionally reproved a too-bold fella asking for a dance with a few cold words. She smiled quietly to herself with decided satisfaction as they went away humiliated.

It all took a strange turn soon enough. What was she doing in this type of dance hall instead of a club or karaoke spot in good old 2008? And big band, had that ever been her preference over classical (or the more secret liking for pop idols)? For that matter, while she'd lived there awhile, she certainly never joined the U.S. Army, yet here she was in a feminized version of their uniform.

Somehow, it all narrowed down to the other uniformed girl, who was just starting to draw quizzical looks from a few of the faceless crowd. Ami wasn't sure what to make of that, but she kept the wide smile as she decided to be upfront. It was the best way to an answer.

"What an honor to see you here as well!" she greeted Stephanie, a bit too airily to be entirely sincere, but without insult, either.

[braidstobows]

Homura had her own reason for being in the hall: reconnaissance. By now, the existence of a woman supersoldier was generally acknowledged. To her sharply suspicious mind, well aware of the affect magical girls had had upon human history, she could only wonder if Stephanie was one of those. One of them, she supposed, as of course, she was a puella magi herself.

She conducted herself calmly, drinking some non-alcoholic beverage she was paying very little attention to. When she found an opportunity, she approached Stephanie politely, with a rather serious expression for a girl who looked no older than fifteen.

"Excuse me. I would like to speak with you awhile, if I may."

[one_one_se7en]

This was most likely a dream, but John didn't retain a lot of his awareness for it. He was seven feet tall and bore the insignia of a Master Chief Petty Officer, but he didn't have the armor or anything that could mark that he was from a different era -- over six hundred centuries after the end of the Second War of Earth. He was wearing the navy blue dress uniform of his branch of service... along with a left side painted in ribbons of countless campaigns and medals.

The second Captain America walks in, in his mind he just knows she is familiar. Without hesitation, as if gender mattered nothing in this age. Still as a statue, under her command.