2019-03-16 - Sheets of Ice are Trouble

Summary:

Being in the right place at the right times (and with the right powers) might just net you a business card.

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Storyteller: None
Date: Sat Mar 16 18:58:48 2019
Location: RP Room 3

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steve-rogersthea

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Amazing how a little black ice can set off a cascade of issues. After a passing Toyota clipped the fire hydrant's side-set cap as a result of an over-correction, the entire middling one-third of the street washed over with water. The temperatures then played havoc with the sheeting of water and only just now is the smoke settling.

Pedestrians are on their phones calling 911 as the five-car pile-up settles into near-silence save for injured engines and one flat blaring of a horn stuck on. It soon dies out when the stretched wiring finally snaps. Most of the drivers emerge from their vehicles, all stunned and some clutching various parts of their bodies. Forearms, foreheads, and one man limping heavily on what's likely a broken ankle given his milky face.

Having heard the sounds of impact, Steve's already working at yanking a dented door open. His gloved hands begin making the metal creak in its resistance. Inside, the older man is moving slowly and watching dazed, blood oozing down his face from a cut on his cheek. The Captain's breath puffs white as he grits teeth and digs in the soles of his boots despite the ice. It crackles under the force of his weight as he works, wrapped in his layering of jackets and his jeans.

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She's not on her phone, recording the havoc, or calling 911, standing by awkwardly. Caramel blonde hair is pulled back as she wades into the chaos, digging into the leather messenger bag slung across her body. She's got first aid supplies, ace bandages, and gauze, all sorts of bits and pieces. Silvery blue eyes sweep over the crowd, before she's in motion.

"Hey there, why don't you sit down a second, all right? Let me have a look at that ankle." She will smile brightly at the man, even as her powers are already at work, her hand finding his to increase the rate. "It looks pretty banged up, and I've got some wraps to save you some trouble later, all right?" She's quick to work, though she won't heal him completely. That would raise suspicion, for one, and for two, there are plenty of people who need some healing.

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"Thanks," the man breathes as he's helped down upon the sidewalk by Thea. Other good samaritans linger nearby, but not as close as they might; the sight of the first aid kit is enough to allay fears for now. "My toes feel funny," he reports, voice tight and tears at the corners of his eyes. He's middle-aged and probably has a family wondering where he is. He's unable to move the foot in question and bluish bruising is spreading around the joint above his birkenstock shoe.

With a resounding CRUNCH and strain of metal, Steve gets the door open. He sets it to one side even as the sounds of approaching sirens herald the arrival of the EMTs and fire department. "Here, let's get you out." The Captain's voice is enviably steady as he offers a hand. When the older man stumbles leaving the car, he's scooped gingerly up into Steve's arms. There's no complaint as Steve cautiously walks across the expanse of ice towards the sidewalk. He can see a civilian already attending on one of the other drivers with an ankle problem. He comments to Thea as he walks past, "Once he's stable, hand him off to the EMTs. It'll be Captain Hodgekins on-site and she runs a tight unit."

Indeed, here comes the Fire-Captain in her gear towards Steve and she walks alongside him as he delivers the older gentleman, now unconscious, to the EMTs and their waiting gurney.

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"It's probably just from the impact. Nerves twanging a bit." Thea will reassure him, though she knows it is probably her powers he is feeling. She's been told it feels odd, tingling almost like when your foot or hand falls asleep. She will finish that wrap up, glancing up into the face of one of America's biggest hero as he gives her an order. There's a quick arch of a brow at him, an expression that's haughty a moment. Then she's consumed by her target again. She flashes a smile at him, a pat to his other leg. "Why don't you call your family, and tell them that you're all right other than a banged up ankle? They might see this mess and worry. But we should get you over to the EMTs, right? You'll feel better when they tell you it's just a bad sprain."

She will rise, and try to get him to his feet, a little burst of adrenaline and serotonin, to help him move and feel a little more at ease. Once she gets him handed off, she will turn to look for the next person who needs help. There's a man clapping his hand to his forehead, and she'll head that way.

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"Yeah, I'll give them a call. Thank you," the man with the wrapped and treated ankle says gratefully. He offers Thea a squeeze of hand before he pulls out his cell phone. A quick few touches to the screen and he has his wife on the line. "Honey? Yeah, hey. I'm going to be home a bit later tonight. Car accident." The conversation fades out as distance increases. Still, he gets to his feet and begins to hobble towards the nearest EMT who meets him and offers an arm under his shoulder.

The man holding his forehead is leaning against a pole and seems to be dazed, but not terribly so. "I'm fine," he tells Thea, trying to wave her away in a show of bravado. "Just a scalp wound. I know they bleed a lot." And boy, do they. His neck and shirt-collar are a mess.

Having handed off his limp bundling, Steve touches base briefly with Captain Hodgekins before looking around. He sees the young woman with the first aid kit and eyes her briefly before walking carefully back towards the tangle of cars. By now, everyone's free of them and they're abandoned to their mess of crunched metal and leaking oil. The street's been cordoned off with yellow tape and passerbys either linger to look or move on, knowing it's under control. He returns to the sidewalk in time to hear the man with the scalp-wound try and be brave. "Let her take a look. If anything, she's beating the EMTs to their task and they've got their hands full." The man stops being fussy right quick at Steve's even tone. With arms folded, the Captain watches Thea at her work.

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She smiles at him. "Well they sure do. Head and feet are the worst." She comisserates. "Make a nick look like a horror movie set." She's already getting out an alcohol wipe, stiffening for only a second at the voice she's already heard once before. But she will keep her smile on the man she's trying to help, cleaning it up quick and fussing over a bandage. But if a man's watching and is sharp, he'll see that gash is closing up rapidly before she can even get that gauze and tape placed over it. "You'll be right as rain in no time." She promises him. "Soak all your clothes in cold water and vinegar for a while, then run them through a cold wash twice. Gets blood out like a charm. But try to take it easy for the next day or so, it'll keep headaches down."

A hand to pat at his shoulder, before she's turning with the intent to look for the next person who truly needs help. Her gaze lands on the Captain then, brows lifting. "Looking for first aid lessons?" She'll ask, tone light and just barely teasing.

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"Thanks, lady." The man with the scalp wound, all tended, offers grudging thanks and receives a flat look from Steve for it. Further embarrassed, the man then makes his way towards the EMTs, probably hoping he won't be recognized in the future by anyone for being ungrateful in front of a well-known face. Steve watches him go before glancing back to the young woman.

"'m all up to date on basic first aid, so no. Just wanted to offer my thanks for stepping up and helping folks. Captain Hodgekins asked me to pass on thanks as well. The EMTs weren't going to be overrun, but the assistance takes a lot of weight off of shoulders already burdened," he explains quietly. He eyes the cars. "Anyone else you noticed who needs help?"

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She doesn't seem in the least bothered by the gratitude or lack thereof. In fact, she wasn't expecting thanks at all. She's watching the Captain a moment, left brow ever so slightly lifted now. "It's just what I was taught to do. I can't just walk past someone bleeding or broken." At least not without good reason.

She can feel her shoulders lift just a tiny bit, as she tenses at his question. "Lots of people are banged up. Most of them are just bruises and bumps. There's a guy over there though, that I should probably see to. Looks like he cut his arm. If you'll excuse me?" She'll give him the tiniest smile, turning almost completely around to head for the man she'd been speaking of. There was no way she could have seen him, not with her eyes.

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"Don't let me keep you," replies Steve with a professional nod, all business at the scene of an incident. He watches Thea go with an air of observation now. He knows the man in question, the brunet wearing an olive-green sweater now stained across his bicep from where a piece of glass caught and ripped when he exited his car — he also knows the man hasn't made a peep despite this.

Upon seeing Thea approaching him, the man in the olive sweater sighs at her. "Yes, I see your kit. Is good. It hurt." Through the tear in the sweater, it's clear that the glass didn't cut deeply into muscle, but this will need stitches and will scar by normal healing standards. "Please look," he asks of Thea, English stilted as if not his first learned tongue.

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It's quickly apparently she hadn't intended on letting him delay her very long. She's smiles and quick hands for the brunette man, and will apologize before she rips that sweater sleeve wide open. "It won't hurt long." She promises, even as she's using another alcohol wipe to clean it up. There's a rush of serotonin to help with the pain and relax the man, even as there's a feeling of heat and tingling along that arm. She will hum softly to herself as she works, and the wound heals from the inside up towards the skin. She will wipe some anti bacterial over the injury, before it's starting to knit together. She will slap some gauze and tape over it, to hide what she's done, a smile. "It looked worst at first. It'll be sore, but you'll be fine." No stitches, no scar.

She will move to step away from the man, reaching into her bag again. This time it's for a gatorade, and she will swig down a good third of it before she's looking around again for someone who actually needs help.

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The man in the olive sweater stares at the wreckage of his car sadly as Thea works. Only once or twice does he glance over, very stoic about the proceedings despite the amount of blood, and once she's done, she gets a perplexed look from him. "Was fast. Your work." He rotates his arm to look at the bandaging and winces as it twinges, but it's a dramatic improvement over earlier. "You do good work. Bless you," he says to her and attempts to patpat her hand in a friendly manner. "I will see people in truck still." He means the EMTs and then makes his way towards them.

No one's left to treat at this point, not with any life-threatening injuries — it'll all be purpling bruises and some soreness on the 'morrow. Steve continues to watch, eagle-eyed as he is, and he's now considering Thea quietly from where he stands. Captain Hodgekins in deep in conversation with local PD right now about accident clean-up and he's waiting patiently to speak further with her.

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Thea will pointedly keep slightly turned away from the police and EMT captain, sipping at her sports drink and glancing around. She could help some of the bruises, but that would be tiring and taxing, and none of them will scar or be super hurting for help. She will turn to start heading off, when she catches the Captain watching her. She will step that way, finishing off her sports drink. "Something I can help you with?"

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Watching her approaching, Steve continues making little mental notes. Given his memory, they're sure to be unerringly filed away. "'m good m'self. Wasn't involved in the accident. Any bruises or sore joints will be better by the evening if not tomorrow morning," he shares with her. "Wondering how you're doing your work though. The man with the ankle," and the Captain tilts his head towards the same family-man now being looked over by the EMTs without looking away from Thea. "That had to be a compound fracture. He went from no weight to partial weight on it in minutes. You've got powers." He's frank about it all, but not unkindly.

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"I can tell you weren't involved, I saw you open that door for that older man." She responds. "You're not one to suffer much in ill health." The brow is up and arching again. "I do my work like I was taught. Clean, disinfect, super glue or stitch if necessary and you can, bandage and keep dry." She's looking at him with an innocent expression. "Powers of adrenaline and the ace wrap." She says to him, with a smirk forming. "Yes, I have powers."

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Steve nods at the confirmation. "By the sounds of it, you can influence the body's healing processes at a celullar level. Nifty in a combat scenario, I'll bet. Anybody aware of you in the city? Or are you a free agent?" he asks, arms still crossed and gaze keenly upon her.

Nearby, Captain Hodgekins glances over to see the two at tete-a-tete and goes back to speaking with the PD. She'll touch base with Steve once she sees he's free again.

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"Biokinesis, it's called. I can affect the body in a bunch of ways. And yes, I've had some experience in the field. I was in the middle east a while, near the Gaza strip." She smirks again, before it smiles "Free agent. I've just been me and myself."

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Another few short nods from Steve at the information. "If you're looking for work, might want to consider applying your skills for another part of the government." Reaching into the interior coat pocket of his outer motorcycle jacket, he then hands off a card to Thea. It's the traditional nameless card but for the SHIELD logo on front and a phone number on the back. "Tell 'em you spoke to the Captain and that he thinks you'd be good in a pinch post-incident."

The fire-captain then hails him verbally and Steve glances over. He holds up a hand to imply a minute's more patience. "Didn't get your name." Once introduced, he nods yet again. "Nice to meet you. Again, appreciate your efforts today. If you end up calling in and they contact me, I'll be sure to offer what I saw up for consideration. Not my call to make, in the end, but my word's worth something." He then makes to leave and go speak with Captain Hodgekins. "Take it easy as you can," Steve's sure to add before he departs entirely.

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