Steve was in his office on Thursday, still trying to figure out exactly how to make Rome Week work. He was thinking of cutting Badon Hill for both lecture time and temporal safety's sake, but that part of him that was nerdy really didn't want to. It was a conundrum ( Read more... )

Steve was working on this week's lecture during his office hours on Thursday. His notes contained reminders to himself not to go off on too many tangents, because God knew you could talk about this week's subject all day and barely scratch the surface ( Read more... )

Steve woke up Saturday morning from a dream of his childhood, which was explained when he got out of bed and found that the heat really had been cut off, along with the power. And it was snowing like mad outside. Brief investigation revealed that it wasn't just his place, it was everywhere, so he'd opted not to go running, and instead had dragged ( Read more... )

Steve's office was as much of a wreck as it ever got today, with books and papers everywhere as he tried to piece together a class on three major battles that would take less than an hour to teach without boring his students to tears. At least it wasn't Rome week yet, he supposed. Rome week was going to be...interesting ( Read more... )

( Syllabus and Roster under here )

Steve was hard at work this Thursday, trying to pare down his list of what he wanted to do this semester into a reasonable syllabus. It wasn't going as well as he'd like. There were a lot of battles to choose from.

Maybe if he talked really fast...?

((Open!))

Half the superhuman community, the ones who'd managed to bury the hatchet by now and who weren't out patrolling the streets full of drunk people, were here tonight. Something with New Year's being the big holiday in Russia and Bucky's apartment being bigger than Natasha's. It was good to see everyone again, anyway ( Read more... )

Steve was packing up to head to New York for Christmas when his phone rang. It was Bucky.

"Hey, listen, I'm working on getting out the--yes, I own a tuxedo. Should I pack it?...I should wear it." Apparently there was A Thing in Washington, and Steve's presence had been requested or, according to Bucky, they probably weren't going to let him in ( Read more... )

Steve was in his office on Thursday, working on the paperwork to start wrapping this semester up. It seemed like it had just flown by, really, but he didn't have too many complaints.

((Open office hours are open!))

Steve woke up on Monday and realized that yes, all of that really had just happened. Luckily, he had a plan for dealing with it, based on the section of the Avengers code of conduct titled Post-Incident Section 17 (Behavior Alteration: Other): Dealing With Things That Have Certainly Never Happened To Any of Us in Five Easy Steps. It went a little ( Read more... )