A Lake in Maine, Tuesday Daytime

[tyler_gone]

Contrary to Tyler's fears, Steve Rogers' idea of a vacation did not turn out to involve helping old ladies across the street or cooking in a soup kitchen. Instead, they had taken their flying(!) Porsche(!!) to a very nice Bed and Breakfast near the Maine coast -- the kind of place with pillows you wanted to just curl up and live on and fresh local strawberries on the waffles at breakfast.

But they were not enjoying it right now. No, instead, someone had the brilliant idea to go fishing. In theory Tyler was all for the hunt-to-survive primitive stuff, but, after three hours of absolutely nothing happening, he was starting to decide mankind had given up on huter-gatherer lifestyle because it was boring.

"Y'know, I bet we can buy trout for, like, $6 a pound at the Safeway in town."

[OOC: For those guys. NFB due to distance.]

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[screwyoumarvel]

Steve pointed at the most likely source of ridicule with the hand holding his phone, since moving the hand holding the fishing pole resulted in more pain. "Tony, I don't want to hear it."

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan took the offered first aid kit, and kind of stared at the contents.

And sighed.

"Before we do anything else that might involve pointed objects, we're getting a first-aid kit that doesn't come from an era before my own," he informed the men assembled. "Let's have a look, then."

At least the scissors seemed to be somewhat functional. The first thing he did was snip the line connecting that hook to the rod that Steve was still wrestling with.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I'll remember that for next time we go anywhere," Tony said dryly. "Have you considered not hooking yourself, Steve?"

[screwyoumarvel]

The release of tension was helpful, at least. "Why no, Tony, that never occurred to me." Look at that, he could do sarcasm. "Nathan, get this thing out of my head."

[shiroi_tiger]

"What, no 'please?'" He leaned over somewhat stiffly and began sifting through Steve's hair, trying to find where the hook was actually embedded. "You've made a nice mess up here, you know."

He gave his head a shake, and then after some more careful manoeuvring, managed to work the hook back out again before reaching for the gauze and the disinfectant, which was only mostly dried up and gone.

[*is a filthy hookmodder*]