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[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony had been tempted to just take the suit to fly over to Brooklyn Heights. The traffic at this time of day in New York was horrendous and any excuse to go out zooming around the city was a good one. He had complete faith too that the suit worked well enough to carry all of Steve's stuff and Steve himself back to Stark Tower, but he doubted that anyone would be nearly as amused as he'd be by whatever headlines the tabloids would come up for that image. It'd likely mean a lecture about inappropriate use of the suit. Again.

So, he settled with taking the limo. It had a bottle of scotch, a tv, air conditioning, and a driver to deal with traffic and parking. Not as awesome a flying, but still riding in style. As soon as they pulled up in front of the row house, he jumped out of the car, not worrying about where the driver would find parking or if he just stayed in the middle of the street there waiting. It wasn't as if a parking fine was that big a hassle.

After some small talk, flirts, and ten too many butt pinches, Tony trotted up the stairs to the small attic space. He paused at the door long enough to rap his knuckles against it. "Hey, Steve-o. If you keep stalling any longer, all the top bunks are going to be taken," he said as he grasped the doorknob and pushed the door open when he found it unlocked. His entrance stalled though when he caught a glimpse of the 'living quarters'. "You know, if this has been keeping you away, we can always downsize your floor. There might be a broom closet this small somewhere. Or a cupboard under the stairs."

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[capsteve_rogers]

It had been particularly hot day or it had felt like it when Steve found himself helping put up drywall in a room without any air flow at all. By the time he got home, his shirt had been soaked with sweat, so he hit the shower first thing. He was dressed and toweling his hair dry when he heard a man's voice in his apartment. He looked around the tiny bathroom and pulled the towel rack off the wall to use as a weapon, just in case he needed it. He'd have to fix the wall, of course, but maybe Miss Elizabeth wouldn't be too upset with him.

Instead of saying anything to the man who was talking about closets and cupboards, he opened the door and stepped out, ready to fight if necessary. When he saw Tony Stark standing in his apartment, he relaxed and tossed the towel rack on the small table by the sofa. "Oh, it's just you," he said, running his fingers through his damp hair. "You're lucky that I don't hit first and ask questions later. Do you often wander into people's homes without knocking first or am I special?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony's hands went up in mock surrender as soon as he saw the bar in Steve's hand. He didn't have any delusions of who would win in a fist fight between the two of them. Ok, maybe he had a few delusions. He'd been in his fair share of fights before he ever was Iron Man. True, they weren't ever with guys who could take his head off without any outside help, but that didn't mean that he didn't know how to take a punch or dodge one. And there was always his environment. The door frame could buy him a few seconds as well as the door. Enough time to get some breathing room to figure out the next move.

He rolled his eyes as he spread his hands to the side. "Yes, me. The one and only. You'd be one of the few who don't." Walking into the attic, he wrinkled his nose a bit. "I knocked. Not my fault they didn't include super duper hearing in the 'be all that you can be' package." He nodded towards the towel rod. "You do that often? Because I'll have to do a redesign of your place if you do."

[capsteve_rogers]

"I'm glad to hear that you're the one and only. The world probably wouldn't survive two of you," Steve said, walking over to the close the door. There was a chance that Miss Elizabeth was listening at the bottom of the stairs, and he didn't want her to know what they were going to discuss, whatever it might be. "I think the space is safe. I checked everywhere for the electronic listening devices that Natasha mentioned to me. I only found dustballs and a few dead bugs."

"My hearing's just fine. I had the shower running, and I didn't hear a knock. When I heard a man's voice, it was hot diggity dog and reach for a weapon." Steve shrugged. "It was the only thing I could find. The shampoo bottle might make a decent projectile, but it wouldn't be much use in close combat. Redesign what place? Do you want to sit? I have water, if you're thirsty. It's bottled and expensive. When did people start paying for water? It's really lame-brained to pay for something that you can get from your own sink."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Aw, now that is the sweetest compliment I've ever heard," Tony said before he meandered into the middle of the room. Holding up a finger to have Steve wait a moment, he pulled out his phone and started tapping the screen. "There. Is an app for that." He shrugged as he kept tapping. "Well, not really. I have an app for that. Not for public consumption for obvious reasons. And... Yup. Only bugs here are the ones with six legs."

Putting his phone back in his pocket, he flopped down on the couch before wrinkling his nose and wiggling to try and get comfortable on it. "Squirt the shampoo in their eyes and it's great for close combat," he pointed out before he laughed. "They started selling water when they realized all the crap we're dumping into our water and that they could make a fortune saying something was fresh, mountain spring water. There are also bars that sell oxygen." Stretching an arm across the back of the sofa, he gestured towards Steve. "Your place. You know, rebuilding my tower, figuring if we're going to do this rah rah save the world, we should all have places to stay." He glanced around. "Nice places to stay. And train I suppose. Some of you seem big on the training. On the plus side, the tap water is perfectly safe to drink at the tower. Comes in hot and cold too."

[capsteve_rogers]

Steve really needed to learn how to use his phone. He wasn't sure what an app was, but he didn't feel comfortable asking Tony to explain it. He'd probably use a lot of big scientific words that Steve wouldn't understand, anyway. "There aren't many bugs, at least. There used to be so many around. You couldn't get rid of them no matter how clean everything was kept."

"They sell air?" Steve shook his head as he sat down on the end of his bed. "That's nuts. People actually buy it, too, don't they? Do you all just have so much money that you have to find things to buy or is it some kind of mental issue that's developed over time? I'd rather give money to people who can't afford to eat than spend it on air."

Steve shrugged a shoulder. "No, I didn't know. Natasha and Barton mentioned moving in, but I wasn't going to presume that I was included. I like training. Is there a swimming pool?" he asked curiously. "I haven't been swimming since the forties. Training is good, Tony. You should start participating in training sessions with us. If you ever found yourself in a situation without your suit, again, you should be able to defend yourself. I want to make sure that all of my team can protect themselves in every dangerous situation." He nodded one to emphasize his point. "How is the rebuilding going? I've been working with a crew in Midtown. Barton's volunteered with us a few times now."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Oxygen," Tony corrected. "Flavored oxygen. It's supposedly good for you, healthier, etc, etc. The newest fad to try and keep all the germs away and keep us young and beautiful forever." He shrugged. "It's the American dream. The land of opportunity, streets paved with gold. If you aren't throwing money around to show how you've made it, you haven't really made it. And all those people who can't afford to eat aren't working hard enough or they'd have they'd be living the dream like everyone else." He held up a hand. "Their words, not mine."

He raised his eyebrows as he looked around. "Well, I would have sent an invitation, but..." He gestured around vaguely. "Postal service isn't the most reliable or quickest thing and no guarantee when you'd figure out how to check your messages or email. Do you even have a computer here?" He frowned as he rubbed a hand over his cheek. "I think we have a pool. The boring kind, not the fun kind. I know we have the fun kind." He waved a hand dismissively. "And I manage fine without the training."

"The rebuilding is going splendidly. At least the Tower rebuilding, but we have a bit of an advantage on that." He smirked. "Or I thought we did. They working you two hard down there?"

[capsteve_rogers]

"There are drawbacks to being young and beautiful forever, I imagine. Losing all your loved ones to death isn't much fun," Steve said, making a face. "So everyone wants to be rich and selfish while also being immortal in golden cities. I guess time doesn't change some things, even if it was usually pipe dreams in my time versus actually being able to accomplish that dream in this time."

"What's a fun kind?" There were different types of swimming pools? That was pretty cool. When Tony dismissed the idea of training with the team, Steve blinked at him and bit his lip. "Training with the team would be good, Tony. It would help us learn how to work together and how to best use each other's strengths outside of technology and weapons. I hope you'll reconsider."

He nodded. "They keep us busy. There's a lot to do, and it's mostly volunteers working, so it's not moving as quickly as some things. We're working on a business that had apartments on the floors above it, so people are waiting to get back to their homes. The ones who are physically able have been stopping by to help, but most of them are working two jobs just to try to pay rent, and that doesn't even include the ones who are also going to college. I don't mind working a little harder if it means they get to go back home sooner."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"That drawback comes no matter what you're working at," Tony pointed out. "But yes, you had the shit end of that stick in worse possible scenarios. And you'd be surprise about how things stay the same in some ways."

He gave a dramatic sigh. "What's the fun kind, he asks. The hot tub variety. With bubbles and girls in bikinis. Or without bikinis. Depends what part of the night you come in on." He made a face as he shifted on the couch and tapped his fingers against the arm and back. He'd rather keep thinking about the girls in hot tubs, especially since Steve had a point. They managed to pull together in the end, but they couldn't depend solely on the fact that the heat of battle would iron out all their issues. But instead of admitting defeat, he raised an eyebrow and waved a hand in Steve's direction. "You including all those muscles in that technology and weapons?"

He tapped his fingers against the arm of the sofa again. He should look into more funding. He found work moved faster when people were well paid. And would help lessen stress on the people who were already doing more work than they likely should be.

[capsteve_rogers]

"Hot tub? Like in one of those fancy spas in England?" Steve could remember hearing some of fellas in the army talking about some resort they'd gone to on leave that had a hot bath. "You can have those in your house now? Bikinis are those two piece suits that dames wear, aren't they? I remember seeing a show with Bucky that had Dorothy Lamour wearing one. It was pretty revealing for the time." He snorted as he thought about his walks through the streets. "I've now seen ladies showing more skin on the subway, though."

Steve flexed his arm and grinned. "I can't take 'em out, Tony, so they have to be included. I'm working on getting my control back, though, so I can hold my strength and make it fair training. Natasha was helping me with that the other day. Don't worry. We won't mess up your pretty face," he said dryly.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"You'll have to ask nicely for tea and crumpets," Tony joked as he shrugged. "It's a small pool that has hot water in it and jets of water that feel really good after you get the shit beat out of you. You have have those in houses and saunas and a million other things you can't even imagine." He laughed. "Yes, two piece swim suit. But... if I remember my vintage pin-ups right, much, much, much more revealing. I need to get you some pictures of the Brazilian women. All bikinis should be like that."

He snorted. "Ha ha, good joke there. No touching the face or my publicist will sue you. Although that won't be nearly as scary as dealing with Pepper. All the more reason to just sit back and watch the show you all put on."

[capsteve_rogers]

"I've never had a crumpet before. I prefer coffee to tea, but I know a lot of folks don't. I'll ask nicely for strong coffee and a bagel," Steve deadpanned, arching a brow as he listened about the hot tub and bikinis. He could feel warmth on his neck as he imagined the pin-ups he remembered wearing even less clothing. Clearing his throat, he shook his head. "Thanks, but I don't think I need to see that. A lot of young women I've noticed show so much skin that there's nothing left for the imagination." He liked the mystery of seeing glimpses of skin and having to wonder what else would be revealed if the clothes were taken off.

"I don't think I'm the one you'd have to worry about. Natasha is pretty deadly, and Barton has muscles as big as mine and will probably use them during sparring." He grinned. "Bruce seems to be strong, and Thor is a God. I think I'm the least of your worries, Tony. I think I'll be the one sitting back and watching the show."

He shrugged. "But, seriously, it'll help us work out a rhythm and become a closer team, so I think it's swell that you'll train with us. You really don't mind me moving in? I don't want you to feel obligated just because I'm the team leader and you think my apartment is small."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"It's like an English muffin. Unless you go with slang and then you got yourself a hot looking woman," Tony joked. "With the advancements in piercing, tattooing, and ways of pleasure, there is always plenty to still be surprised by."

He rolled his eyes. "If you're throwing all of them at me at once, you'll find me sitting right next to you, watching the show. A science off with Bruce in the lab sounds a whole lot more fun than any of that. Not to mention are you going to have Bruce fight as himself or the big guy? Whole different playing field there."

Leaning forward, he rested his hands on his knees. "I wouldn't have set up an entire floor for you if I minded. Although I don't know what all this business about you being team leader is. I don't remember there being a vote."

[capsteve_rogers]

"I don't mind the surprises. I find it interesting to see all the changes and compare everything with what I knew," Steve admitted. "I've been observing and listening, but I haven't really jumped in the deep end yet. I've been trying to deal with everything else, so I haven't had a chance to learn much yet about these times. I've noticed the piercings and tattoos, though, just riding the subway."

"I'm not throwing them all at you. When we train, we'll pair up and spar. The intent is to practice, not damage." Steve shrugged. "I think the big guy can take care of himself, but I'd feel better if Bruce could handle hand to hand combat if he wasn't able to change for some reason. We'll need to spark with Hulk, too, though, whenever Bruce feels comfortable and ready for that step. To be fair, we should probably all learn some science, too, since your technology and his skills could end up saving us a lot."

Steve smiled. "You'll have to ask Director Fury about that, I'm afraid. I was asked to lead the team, and I finally agreed after a lot of deliberation. Contrary to what you might believe, it wasn't an easy choice, and being leader isn't as glamorous as it might sound," he pointed out. "I don't know what I'm going to do with an entire floor, especially since I've been living in this space since I was located, but I appreciate the offer, Tony. When do you want me to move in? I just have to throw some clothes in a bag, so I can go whenever you're ready.""

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Well, as long as me and Bruce get payback by playing professors, I suppose I can agree to a little sparring," Tony said with a dramatic sigh. He still didn't like the idea. He wasn't sure Bruce would like it any better. Although trying to teach some of them science might be more stressful than the actual sparring.

"I have a feeling Director Fury will give me the answer of 'because I said so'," he said as he made a face. "Or some shit about clearance and lack there of."

His eyebrows went up in surprise and he looked around. "That's it? Well, if you're all packed up, the car's waiting downstairs. We can pop whatever can fit in there and we'll call a truck for the rest," he said as he pushed himself up off the couch.

[capsteve_rogers]

"Possibly. I don't know him very well, but I get a feeling 'because I said so' is a common phrase for him to speak," Steve said with a shrug. "Don't worry, Tony. I'm a good leader. I'll be gentle." He grinned as he stood up and looked around the apartment.

"No, seriously, I only have some clothes." He looked at Tony. "And a couple pairs of shoes. The rest of these things belong to S.H.I.E.L.D., since it's their place. Well, I also have bread, peanut butter, and milk, so I should take those along." He walked over to the closet and got the leather bag they'd given him when they released him from base. "I don't know about taking a car this time of day. Traffic is pretty awful. We should just take the train into Manhattan. It'll be faster, especially going into Midtown."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"It's usually that. Sometimes coupled with 'because I'm a bad ass mother fucker'. Although that's more implied with the whole aura than him coming out and saying it." He waved his hands around to demonstrate the aura of bad-ass-ness before putting his hands on his hips.

"Really? I suppose that the whole unthawing plus then end of the world didn't really leave time for shopping. We need to get you out before the next apocalypse lines itself up and makes us busy again." He couldn't help wrinkling his nose a bit. "But the car has air conditioning and a nice bottle of scotch. Oh, and a television. You hardly notice the traffic at all."

[capsteve_rogers]

"Not much time for shopping, no," Steve agreed. He had ventured into some restaurants, a butcher, and a corner market to buy some groceries, but that was the extent of his shopping experiences so far. Maybe that would change once he moved.

"Alcohol has no effect on me, so I rarely drink it. Well, I haven't since I was found, but I didn't much before, either." Steve shrugged. "I like taking the train, and it isn't hot usually unless it's super crowded. I like watching people. It's fun. Besides, the sooner we get there, the sooner you can show me my new floor, right?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Well, that takes a lot of fun out of life," Tony said with a shudder. "That'd be another point against the serum."

He wouldn't admit out loud that he was curious. They'd always had cars on Long Island and he had his own handlers while in Boston. The fact that he couldn't really fully enjoy the activities of most of the other undergrads didn't help in forcing him to take the T. Plus, you tell a bunch of college kids that they could travel by limo and they'd fully forget everything else.

He could argue the point. The limo would be more comfortable. Slower, but more comfortable. And likely more of polite, gentleman Steve. The subway meant something to him and possibly would let him see more into the guy. He shrugged. "Alright. We'll do it your way. But if I faint from the heat, you're carrying my ass home." He raised an eyebrow. "Will you at least trust your stuff in the car?"

[capsteve_rogers]

"I didn't know the side effects when I did the experiment. I mean, the night before, I was told there were some concerns, but not being able to get drunk wasn't at the top of the list," Steve said with a shrug. "I don't really care about that, actually, because being drunk puts alcohol in control of my actions instead of giving me control. I don't like that feeling."

Steve looked him over. "I can carry you easily, so don't worry. I won't leave you sitting on the train if you faint." He grinned. "I trust my stuff in the car, sure. It's just some clothes that I haven't formed an attachment to yet. I do like my workboots, though, so your tincan better not eat them."

He unzipped the bag and began to pack up his clothes. He didn't have very much, but there were a couple of things in the laundry basket, so he had to get those out. "I need to wash these towels and washcloths and bring them back. I don't want to leave things a mess." He gathered up the few things in his bathroom and grabbed the food that he hadn't already eaten then he was finished.

"I'm ready. I'll just need to tell Miss Elizabeth that I'm moving in with you, and I'll stop by to see her soon," he said. "I think that's everything I have." He gestured at the leather bag and paper sack of food.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"That would all depend on how drunk you are," Tony pointed out, although he left it at just that. He wasn't sure if he'd say that alcohol was completely in control in those situations. It was more that it'd dull everything else so your brain wasn't encumbered with thinking and caring and feelings and memories. Didn't stop the repercussions sadly, but it did stop you from remembering that there would be repercussions. "Actually, it's steel, aluminum, cast iron, chrome, plastic, rubber, glass, some copper. Might be some carbon fiber and titanium in it, I don't play with this one as much as my other cars. No tin though."

He held out his hand for the bags. "Don't worry. We have a washing machine. Somewhere. You'll have to ask Pepper or JARVIS about where though. I can take those and put them in the car while you say goodbye. Unless, you need them for protection. She's quite pinchy, that one."

[capsteve_rogers]

"She does get pinchy," Steve said, handing over the paper bag before sliding the strap off his shoulder so he could hand Tony his bag of clothes. "I don't think I need protection, though. I'll meet you outside by your not made of tin car."

He went downstairs with Tony and then went to find Miss Elizabeth while Tony went outside. After explaining his move to her, he had to eat a cookie and sip some lemonade before he finally made his escape. By then, his butt probably had at least one or two bruises it hadn't had when he first found her.

"Sorry. She insisted I have a snack for making the trip to Midtown," he said, flashing a sheepish smile. "I brought you a couple of cookies, though, and some for your driver."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony was leaning against the car by the time Steve came out. The bags were already in the limo and he had suffered through the laughing fit Happy had when he told him why they wouldn't be taking the car.

"Oh, cookies, well cookies make up everything better," he said as he took the cookies and then nodded towards the car. "You can give Happy his cookies. He'll want to be shaking your hand anyways. He still doesn't believe this subway business." He took a bit of the cookie and murmured happily. "Mmm, we should stop at Mr. Cheesecake. Best New York style cheesecake in town. Good pastries too. Mmm, or maybe Ceci-Cela."

[capsteve_rogers]

Steve assumed Happy was the name of the driver. It was an odd name, but he hoped it was a nickname. Besides, Happy was an improvement over Dum Dum, a thought which made him smile wistfully as he approached the man with the cookies. After confirming that Tony was, indeed, taking the train with him, he walked back to Tony's side.

"Your driver is laughing," he pointed out. "Do you not use the subway often?" He wasn't sure why it was so funny, but he figured maybe there was an inside joke happening between those two. "What's Ceci-Cela? Cheesecake is good. I like eating a lot."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Yes, well, often would be never," Tony said with a shrug as he straightened up. "Billionaire mystique. Private cars, private jets. Oh, and the suit of course. Public transportation loses its appeal."

He patted the side of the car to let Happy know he could pull away before slipping his sunglasses on. "Bakery. Pastries, cookies, cakes. All very delicious. French pastry chef, mmm magnifique." He put his fingers to his lips and then pulling it away with splayed fingers. "We'll need to order pizza then. And In 'n Out Burger. We'll fly out to LA and get you one." He turned towards Steve and raised his eyebrows over his sunglasses. "So, subway. Lead on, oh captain my captain."

[capsteve_rogers]

"Wait. You've never ridden on the subway?" Steve just stared at him. "Wow. I guess I can understand not using public transportation if you don't have to, but it's so convenient and interesting. You get to see so many different types of people."

He shook his head as the car drove off. "At least there is something I can actually teach you about these modern times," he said with a big smile. "I might not understand all of your technology yet, but I do know the subway. The bakery sounds like somewhere I'd enjoy stopping. You want to fly to Los Angeles just to get a burger?" He snorted as he started leading the way to the closest subway station. "For future reference, that poem's swell, but it's about death, so I'd prefer a different nickname."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Never needed to," Tony said as he fell into step with Steve. "Plus the whole having your face plastered all over the place celebrity thing doesn't make it that convenient. It's amazing how many people have opinions about what you should be doing when they've gotten to read about your life since you were a baby. Speaking of..."

He veered off to head straight towards a street vendor, their table covered with a wide array of objects. The baseball caps were what took his interest though and his eyebrows went up when he saw the familiar blue cap with the white LA logo on it. "Well, will you look at that," he blew out as he picked the hat up and tried it on. He pulled it off to adjust the back before popping it on his head again. "They're not just any burgers. They're In 'n Out burgers. Big difference. Plus there's plenty of other stuff there. My other place for one. The beach." He tapped the brim of his hat before digging out his wallet. "The Dodgers. Plenty to see and do." He pulled out a twenty and handed it to the vendor before stuffing his wallet back in his pocket. "Keep the change. There we go. Proper incognito now."

[capsteve_rogers]

Steve followed Tony as he took off towards a person selling things from a table. He hadn't really had to deal with the public in this century, though he was used to that from before. He'd only had a short time of it, though, especially compared to what Tony was talking about. He'd wondered about Howard and the woman who had made him settle down and have a child, but someone at base had made a comment that had him hesitant to bring it up around Tony. Maybe he should use the google to find out.

"I'm still annoyed that the Dodgers moved," Steve said, frowning as he looked at the hat. "I still support them because they're our team, but they belong in Brooklyn." He got money out of his wallet and bought a hat, too. "No one recognizes me, but I can't resist buying a Dodgers hat."

"The station entrance is just down at the end of the street." He motioned then led the way, looking at the various buildings and people they passed along the way. "You have a place on the beach? Nevermind. Of course you do. I'll have to try this burger sometime and see if it's worth flying to the other side of the country to have one."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Lost two teams and got the Mets," Tony said as he made a face. "I think New York got the sour end of that deal, not that the Dodgers have been doing that well over the past 20 years. Not that I keep up with it much."

He shrugged as he followed Steve. "Again, the billionaire mystique. More cliffs than actual beach, but it has an ocean view, so it's the same concept and property value. I'm sure one of those business magazines has done some run down of all my properties and possessions again." He wrinkled his nose slightly. "Likely with a comparison of recent property damage... Ah well, hazard of the business."

He glanced over at Steve and raised an eyebrow. "So, do they do tokens or tickets? Or are you just going to enjoy watching me fumble my way around?"

[capsteve_rogers]

"The media seem more interested in discussing articles about the wealthy and actors than they do about writing real articles that require true journalism. That's been a negative change since my time." Steve made a face. "I'd rather hear about serious issues than know what color shoes some teenage musician wears."

"Since you'll just be riding this once, you'll buy a ticket, and it scans through the turnstile machine. It's very technological, so you should enjoy it." Steve grinned and started down the stairs when they reached the entrance to the station. He led Tony to a ticket machine and proudly bought a ticket for him. "That's all you need. You'll stick it in the side there, and it gets sucked up through the scanning thing. Then you can enter."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"The media is also quicker now than in your time," Tony pointed out as he waited for Steve to buy his ticket. The process was simple, but he was glad Steve was doing it considering the amount of pride he seemed to be taking in the action. Especially since the machine was far too slow and his mind was already starting to spiral off on possible ways to improve it. "TV, internet, everyone connected, instant information all the time. Everyone trying to one up the other and get the story first, whether it's right or not." He took the ticket from Steve. "I. could send a tweet with a picture of me sitting on the subway with Captain America and a million papers would be reporting on it in seconds. Even if, you know, Captain America is no where near here. It's all sensationalism." He snorted as he shook his head. "Average person you ask on the street won't even know what's really happening in the country, let alone the world."

Walking over to turnstile, he couldn't help the smirk that quirked his lips. "Alright, I'll admit I've always wanted to try this," he said over his shoulder. Even though he put the ticket into the gate, he planted both his hands on the sides and vaulted himself over the turnstile. There was a moment when he was half way over that he wondered if this had been a bad idea, which wasn't a new sensation at all, but once his feet connected with the pavement on the other side, he took a step to get his balance before throwing his hands up over his head. "And he sticks the dismount. The crowd goes wild and the US wins gold."