1964-04-11 - Lois Interviews Cap
Summary: Lois interviews Steve Rogers. She's provocative and he's boring.
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Well, Lois Lane finally got the interview with Steve Rogers. She's done her best to clean herself up — that basically means she's not actively intoxicated at the moment. But she's still in her fur trimmed, suede leather coat and still has her mid drift showing from that tied off Hawaiian shirt. She's hiding bloodshot, slightly hung over eyes behind blue shades and she's put a comb through her hair somewhat recently. So, that's encouraging. She has her recorder out, her camera, and her note book. She's ready as Lois Lane ever is.

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Steve arrives just moments after he means to, getting held up by a late phone call. It's regarding his friend, James Barnes, so one might understand. "Sorry I'm late, Lois," Steve says as he approaches. His hair is neatly combed and he's cleanly shaven. Over his body he wears a simple white t-shirt with a brown bomber jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of boots. He takes a seat. "Sorry this has taken so long, I've been pretty busy of late. How are you? Would you like a cup?"

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The woman stands as he arrives, a too casual, slightly glossy lipped smile dancing across her features, "No, no… Steve, fine… It's *fiiiine*. I didn't even notice you were late." Lois' husky voice half purrs out, not seductively, but just a woman who takes everything a half a step slower. Except when she's on coke, then she's two steps ahead of everyone. She offers a long and lanky hand in his direction, "It's an honor to finally meet you. And sure, a lady never refuses a good coffee… " She also gives him an up and down over the plastic rims of her chunky sunglasses. Very nice.

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Steve gives her a kind smile as he takes her hand. "Well, I am. And I hate it when I'm late." He nods towards the person at the counter and gives a two fingered salute signifying he wants one for each. "The honor is all over here." He looks at her for a long moment before considering, "Do you have an angle you're working on for this story? I don't want to disappoint by being boring."

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Another husky laugh escapes her throat and Lois folds herself back down into the chair across from him, leaning back, casual as a cucumber. "Uh…you mind if I record this? Or you prefer if I just write? And… I dunno, honestly. Have you read any of the series I've been doing in the Bugle? I generally like to get my conversation partners intoxicated… of one sort or another. It makes things so much more relaxed. But…somehow I doubt you're that kind of guy? Still, a few people said I should even the playing field. Let the heros tell their stories too…"

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"To be honest, I haven't read them. Sorry, I guess I'm not much of a reader," Steve admits. "But I don't mind if you record, no. I don't have much to hide, really." He chuckles a bit, "I'm afraid that alcohol and drugs have little to no effect on me as far as I can tell. A side effect of the serum I took back during the war."

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The comment about it being a side effect makes Lois' brows arch. The look in her ice pale eyes says that's definitely a challenge. SHe gives a little chuckle, "You'd be… Surprised what is out there and what I have access to. If you'd like to really try and relax, Captain Rogers… I promise, we'll find you a safe space and you'll be taken care of the whole time. I think you'd be surprised to find how liberating it is to let go for once. Besides… You've already taken all the drugs the *government* is willing to feed you. Wouldn't you prefer something a bit more… Natural?"

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Steve can't help but laugh out loud, "I'm afraid I've probably had my fix of drugs in one lifetime, Miss Lane. I do appreciate the offer, however." That's when the waiter arrives with two cups of coffee. Steve reaches for the creamer and he looks to Lois, "How long have you been doing this?"

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Well, at least it's not lecturing her about it. Lois shrugs her skinny shoulders for a moment and leans back in the chair, accepting her cup of coffee. Black, of course. She hits record on her little player and crosses her long legs, "About ten years… though these types of interviews are a new endeavor for me. And so… do tell me, what made you want to trust the government enough to shoot you up with a cocktail of god knows what?"

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Steve tilts his head, trying to remember. "Well, in those days I didn't have a lot of options. I was overcome by images of the concentration camps and knew I wanted to help. In those days I wasn't in very good health, and really, I never had been. This was the only way I was going to be able to make a difference, so I jumped at the opportunity."

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Well, this was an interesting turn, but it's a story line Lois hadn't even really thought upon until it was laid open before her right now. She leans forward a bit more in her chair, examining his features curiously, the look of an excited reporter gleaming through her pale eyes. "And you really think they stopped the experiments after you? That you are the one and only super soldier they made? What made you so… SPecial?"

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"I don't really know, to be honest. I mean, they never said they were going to stop but I got the feeling that the program would have trouble continuing. Dr. Erskine, the head researcher was assassinated by Nazis shortly after I had the changeover." He shrugs his shoulders, "I wasn't really all that special, to be honest. I was just a normal kid from Brooklyn who wanted to help and had a laundry list of bad medical conditions."

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That makes her head tilt more, a spill of dark hair tossing across her shoulder. Lois just smirks at him, eyes narrowing a bit more, "…Steve. Listen to yourself. DO you REALLY think the government would choose some sickly mewling kid with a list of awful medical issues to test an experimental drug on, when they had a whole army of fit soldiers at their disposal? Why *you*? Or maybe you weren't the first, but it failed on someone more fit? Do you think that maybe you were the last in a long line of experiments?"

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"I don't really know, to be honest. I think it was Erskine's choice, really and he seemed to like me. After he was shot I got the feeling the government didn't know what to do, really." Steve shrugs his shoulders again. "But then again, I'm not really sure what happened after me. Maybe they have a ton—I have no clue."

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"Mm… there is no reason to think they didn't keep trying, even if their brilliant doctor was dead. I know the government. They've been using drugs to experiment on people since the war. You're only one in a long line of things, though… you are certainly one of the best successes." Lois states earnestly. Another story at the back of her head, though, something she's going to chase down otherwise. "…And they aren't keeping you under their thumb now? How did you get out from under the military's control?"

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Steve shrugs his shoulders, "When I called them after I got thawed out, they were pretty relaxed. They told me I could come back to active duty if I wanted, but that as far as they were concerned I could take retirement and back pay. We worked it out where I'd try things out on my own, but I have an open door to come back if I feel the pull. They've been remarkably hands off."

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That seems to completely boggle Lois' mind. Her eyes narrow a bit more on him, silently shocked, "…That is… completely not like them in any way what so ever. Strange…" Now there is that paranoia, the suspicion that a heavy drug user almost always keeps. Maybe he WAS working for them as they spoke. Her eyes narrow on him a bit more, but Lois tries to shake it off. "…so… what *are* you doing, without the military to distract you?"

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"I do a little bit of art and spend a lot of time with my girlfriend. For work I've been doing some odd jobs here and there," Steve says. "Mostly I've been living off of my retirement and back pay and looking to try and find positive things to do."

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The silence stretches out for two, three, four heartbeats. Lois is just staring at him, trying to parse in her head how one goes from being Captain America to that. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was an undercover spy. Maybe there was something else. But he was so damned honest, Lois didn't even know if his face COULD lie. She blinks quietly, "…Aren't you *bored*?" SHe finally blurts out.

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"Well, my girlfriend is really great. And, not really. I get into all sorts of things. I mean, I have a lot of friends in the superhero community that often ask for help, so I stay busy. I'm not like an old retiree sent out to the farm or something," Steve says with a chuckle as he grasps his coffee.

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"…Mmm. I see. So… independent super hero-ing these days? And how do you feel about the new level of villains that the world has presented to your sort? Would you say America is totally going to pot?" Yes, Lois is asking slightly leading questions, but it clearly doesn't bother her in the least. SHe takes another deep gulp of her coffee, as if it's her life's blood, but keeps ice eyes entirely on him.

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"How do I feel about villains?" Steve says with a laugh. "Uhm, they're bad?" For some reason he really seems to enjoy this question. "I think America is a great place and worth fighting for, Lois."

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"No, seriously. Bad guys have gotten so much different from your day. It's not just HYDRA and Nazis any more. It's mad men like the Joker…" She's still got the faintly lingering bruising on her ribs from that one, "And wild mutants. Every city has dozens of different villains threatening it for all different reasons. Do you think things have gotten out of control?"

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"I wasn't doubting your seriousness, I was just doubting whether or not you were really asking me how I felt about it. I don't thinks have gotten out of control, no." Steve ponders for a moment, "I think that the pace with which life has increased has increased all sorts of things."

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"…How so? Elabroate…" Lois had a drunk, strange way of getting to the real meat of an interesting story, even if they took the long way around to get there. She then reaches into her pocket, pulling out some sort of pill and popping it past her lips. She washes it down with coffee, but goes back to listening to him. The advantages of having a recorder.

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"I just think that it's a different world from back then. But I'm not out of hope. And I'm not jaded. This is still a good country, and it's getting better," Steve replies.

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The shaded woman tilts her head, now looking skeptical about that. Lois leans back in her chair now, having finished off her coffee with that last gulp, her slightly fidgety hands are going for her pack of cigarettes in her pocket, "…Getting better? Alright, that's quite a theory. Back it the f*ck up. Because most of this country would disagree."

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"Our country is having a conversation about civil rights. Women are getting more rights. The gap between the rich and poor is dwindling," Steve says. "It feels like things are dark, but when you take a step back there's a lot to be impressed by."

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A low, skeptical whistle escapes her glossed lips for a heartbeat or two, "Wow, Steve Rogers… you really are a golden boy, arentcha? And what about the shit going down elsewhere? You know, I predict we're going to be sticking our nose inside that Vietnam mess within a year? The commie hunts? The anti-mutant sentiment? How can you ignore all that?"

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"I'm not. Those things have always happened for anyone who has bothered to look at the facts of our history, the difference, now, is that people are standing up against it," Steve shoots back.

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The woman allows her lazy eyes to narrow again, considering just how much to push this. If he actually believed the things he was saying or was just parroting government propaganda. Finally, she asks something seemingly out of complete left field, "WHat do you want in life, Steve Rogers?" Lois' voice is quieter there, almost daring. Truly inviting him to open himself up.

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Steve shrugs his shoulders. "I wish I knew, really. I guess I just really want to help. That's what I've always wanted to do."

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"Then why not go back to the military? You'd be helping, in their eyes, at least. And you'd have more purpose then. Isn't that what they built you for, after all?" Lois asks quieter, having bit on the fact that Steve Rogers seems a bit directionless. It was certainly a possible headline.

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"I could, but like I said before, I'm kind of figuring things out. I mean it's coming up on a year since I've been thawed out of a giant iceberg. It takes a while to figure out what you really want from life. If life leads me back to the military, I'll do that to the best of my ability. If it leads me somewhere else, I'll go there. I'm not too terribly worried about it."

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"…And this girl, who is she? How did you meet? How does she feel about all of this?" Since Lois can't get a rise or emotional response out of him concerning that, she seems to be taking another track now. Besides, inquiring public minds will want to know about who is dating Steve Rogers.

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"A girl I met on the subway," Steve says with a grin and a twinkle in his eye. "She works in insurance and she's funny, a bit snide, and a good person. She's great."

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"Does subway girl have a *name*?" Lois asks, a too sweet smile across her lips and an arch to her brow. "What does she do for a living? What does she feel about this super heroing stuff?"

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"Yeah, her name is Jack," Steve replies with a grin. "She works in insurance, and as far as I can tell she's fine with it. She hasn't asked me to quit or anything."

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"Jack. Works in insurance. Dates Steve Rogers. And… does she have a last name? Or is she destined to be Jack Rogers sometime soon?" Lois dares to ask, unable to resist the gossip column stuff. It might be the most interesting things to come out of this, in truth.

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"We're not getting married as of yet, no," Steve says with a chuckle. Conspicuously, he doesn't give out her information. "She's a great girl, though. And I'm lucky to be with her."

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A slight pout is given as he doesn't give out the woman's information, but that was not a big deal for Lois. She was an excellent reporter. SHe's figure it out. "Well, good to know. Now… is there anything else you want to say to America at large? Something to go down in print and the history books?"

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"Not really. I guess the idea that's been sitting with me the most lately as that even though things seem rough right now, there are brighter days ahead. Just keep pushing for justice for everyone. Keep pushing for truth. And keep pushing for the right things. Everything will turn out okay," Steve says in reply.

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The quaalude that she popped mid interview is certainly helping now, so Lois isn't quite chomping for something juicy as she was before. She's just languid and relaxed, reaching one hand up to kill the recorder before she runs out of lead. "Well… thanks, Captain. You are, no doubt, the most vanilla goodie two shoes I've ever interviewed. Didn't think there were people like you left in this world."

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Steve smiles faintly and shakes his head a bit remorsefully. "Sorry. I knew I wouldn't be all that particularly exciting of an interview."

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A slight laugh escapes her lips, "No. No, you were… Sweet. It's… good to see. And the offer stands, if you ever want to really relax. You could bring your girl. I get good stuff… totally pure. We'll just give you a double dose. No one has to know?" Lois offers with a little wink.

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"Thanks, I think I'm just fine. But if I need a little something, I'll be sure to give you a call," Steve replies with a smile.

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"You do that. I won't steer you wrong." Lois promises, popping one of her business cards out of seeming NO WHERE. Magic trick! She hands it in his direction as she unfolds and shifts her equipment back into her bag, "Well, I should get back to the news room. You be safe out there, Steve. Good luck finding what you're looking for…"

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"Thanks Lois," Steve says absently as he looks at the card. "You too."

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