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7/1 Station

[theincredibleherc]

[Shortly after Herc releases the imp, he goes looking for the other recipient of this message. Presumably he finds the man at whereever he's staying and knocks.]

Steven! I have news!

[starspangled]

[Please don't let that news be that something's destroying the Station. Again. He's getting a little tired of painting an repainting that wall.

But Herc seems cheerful enough, or maybe just excited about something, so he's hopeful.]

Yeah? [His eyebrows raise in interest as he gestures to a place to sit down within the room that Steve still keeps there.] What's up?

[theincredibleherc]

[Nothing of the sort! He grins and pushes a scroll into Steve's hand before taking a seat.]

Read this. It's news from...the other team. The Yankees and the Mets, you know.

[starspangled]

Baseball?

[Steve brightens even more. But he knows, of course he knows. The other team isn't the Mets.

He does sigh a little when he thinks about the Dodgers, but that soon passes when he starts reading the scroll. The Station's not being destroyed, but Hercules still might want to find some putty or something to smooth over that giant wrinkle in Steve's forehead.

He takes a deep breath, rolling the scroll up tightly before he glances up at the other man.]

...You read it too?

[theincredibleherc]

Indeed. It seems the most recent world series had them both.

[Oh he's so clever. Or thinks he is.

Herc smiles at the question, not pausing to even think.]

I did, yes. Quite the story, if a little redundant. Don't worry though, I think the next game will go in our favor. We'll embarrass them right back.

[starspangled]

[Stick to the code, right. After all, he probably doesn't really need to explain that he and Johnny don't actually - if they did, it would be fine and Steve would say as much.

But they don't.

He smiles at him.]

We're gonna hit it over the fence, that's for sure.

[theincredibleherc]

[Herc nods gently. He knows exactly who the writer was, and he knows just how they'll deal with it.]

Fifteen days till the next game. I can scarcely wait.

[starspangled]

It will be good to see what the other team has to offer though.

[Forbidden friendships are some of the best friendships.]

[theincredibleherc]

It will be. And I don't know if you heard, but they hired a Scandinavian player last draft. Big guy, swings that bat like a hammer.

[Okay, seriously Hercules. Stop. Trying. To. Be. Subtle.]

[starspangled]

[Or continue. Steve's certainly not discouraging that.]

Oh yeah, I've seen him in action. The guy's good.

[Steve tries not to smile too much.]

I'll have to point this other guy out to you. He's sort of a walk-on. But the way he swings, you'd think he had a metal arm.

[theincredibleherc]

Excellent.

[Herc chuckles at that.]

Oh, did you hear about the new girls playing with the Yankees? With the crazy red hair and the young one with the arms so long you'd think they stretched? They've made a splash.

[And he silently pulls out the boon he'd been granted, sliding it silently across to Steve. It's...an Identicard, with Kamala's picture on it, sitting on Herc's shoulder while wearing party hats.]

[starspangled]

I heard about the redhead. Definitely an MVP.

[Steve's curious about the other though, and leans forward to take a look at the card. He taps his finger against it, mouth opening to say that he'd met her in the library.

Keep playing the game. He looks back up with a smile.]

Rookie of the year. I'm calling it.

[theincredibleherc]

Most definitely.

[Herc pockets the card and nods.]

See you down south in two weeks time, eh?

[starspangled]

[Steve sighs, almost a happy sound before he looks back at up Herc.]

I wouldn't miss it for the world.