A Lake in Maine, Tuesday Daytime

[tyler_back]

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

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[shiroi_tiger]

"That would be cheating, Tyler."

Nathan didn't see why everyone else here seemed to be having problems. If their attempts at catching fish with fishing poles didn't work out, he could just teach them how to carve sticks into spears and stab their meals right out of the water.

... What?

[tyler_back]

"I just don't get the point of this," Tyler said sulkily as he dug through the tackle box for a new lure. "We prove we're smart enough to notice fish will try to swallow plastic if you flash it at them? Hell, there are people that dumb."

Also, he wasn't very good at it, which was coloring his view.

[shiroi_tiger]

"True," Nathan mused, "though people tend to get upset if you feed them jagged metal objects and then fry them up for dinner, I've noticed."

He wasn't going to just up and point out that he'd sooner sit still for a few hours than drag his sorry self through the supermarket, getting strange looks from other shoppers, no. His dry attitude served him well enough.

[tyler_back]

"Also true," Tyler said. He put a little green rubbery thing onto his line, tying the knot sloppily. "So, uh, do you know how to filet a fish?"

Tyler's awareness stopped at "you cut off the scales and the guts."

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve's phone rang ("Steve, look, I know you're not a Skrull, and you know you're not a Skrull, but...Tony wants to know if the him at the airport is a Skrull, too,") for the sixth time ("STEVE ROGERS WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?") since five o'clock that morning ("Sam, it is the first day of my vacation and the sun isn't up yet. There had better be an actual apocalypse going on. In Maine.").

He hadn't seen the photographers at the airport.

He took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. Carol. He briefly considered throwing his phone in the lake, then shrugged, rejected the call, and cast his line. Very badly. Shut up, he was from Manhattan.

[tyler_back]

He'd done ... about as well as Tyler, anyhow. Which was why Tyler had given up on fishing and was bothering everyone else instead.

"Your phone's been ringing all day."

[screwyoumarvel]

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I guess it has," Steve said vaguely, and frowned at his line. "It's kind of a long story."

[tyler_back]

"Long story you're going to tell, or long story that's just boring and long?" Tyler asked carefully. "'Cause we have time. Not like the fish are doing anything."