fandomhigh | Summer Games: Wednesday, The Park [morning]

"Good morning!" Anakin yelled into the megaphone from the small platform he had erected in the park. "Students, please listen for your names and find your partner or partners as your name is called: Sidon and Aloy; Jason and Rey; Bobby and Paris; Ahsoka and Uma; Theron and Peridot; Astrid and Norman; Tip, Sabine and Beaker."

Once the students were in place, Anakin held up a sheaf of paper in his hand. "Today, with the help of the proprietors in town, we're conducting a Scavenger Hunt. You have a very long list: You must find 15 of the items from that list and either take a picture or video of yourselves completing the tasks. Whoever completes their 15 in the shortest amount of time will win the coveted, terrifying, singing fish," he said, holding his hand out for it to fly to him. It was still shrieking Sabotage as it flew, but now it also rained confetti on anyone close enough to be in its flight path. As Anakin held it, it treated the entire group to holographic footage of Theron being chased by a Roomba.

You're welcome, Theron.

"Right," Anakin said slowly. "Someone come take this thing from me as quickly as possible. On your marks, get set, go."

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Cristina shot him a sidelong glance. "I guess you get bonus points for knowing that's absurd."

Even if it apparently wasn't outside the realm of possibility here.

"I'll still take 'aliens' over 'magic' any day, though."

Aliens grew up on other planets and had a much better excuse for not following the rules of this one.

Steve grinned. "Yeah, that one is still pretty hard to wrap my mind around." He held out his hand. "Steve Rogers. I teach PE this summer."

"Dr. Cristina Yang," Cristina answered. "I just started over at the clinic."

She even managed to say that without sighing too hard. She was adjusting.

"Welcome," Steve said easily. "We sure could use a doc around here. Weird stuff happens pretty regularly."

"So I gather. Don't know how much I can do with those of you who aren't solid or walk around on fire, though."

Steve winced. "Yeah, those are kind of outside my expertise," he admitted. "Are there records or something to help you out?"

"Huh. You know know, I haven't looked. It's not like the clinic has a research library."

When she found Fandom's actual library she'd probably disappear in there for, like, three days.

"When I first arrived, I did a lot of reading," Steve said with a little blush. "I had some stuff to catch up on, so that's why I thought of 'it."

"Yeah? Did the causeway not work for you either?"

"No, it worked," Steve said, chuckling. "I was just from a different time. 1945."

Cristina half-turned, her arms crossed over her chest, and stared at him for that one.

Steve gave her a little wave. "Yeah. Hi."

"Please tell me you're joking."

Her voice actually tightened on that one. She'd dealt with mutants and magic so far, but time travel?!

. . . Yeah, no one had let her know it wasn't still 2014, either.

"Sorry," Steve said. "It was a bit of culture shock."

"Yeah," Cristina agreed. Then after a beat, held up a hand. "For the record, I'm Korean. Not Japanese. And also that whole internment camp thing was terrible."

"It absolutely was," Steve agreed vehemently. "One of the men in my squad had family in a camp. He was from Fresno. Just ridiculous."

"You were in the war, then."

Of course he was, he was an able-bodied American man. Very able-bodied, in fact.

Really, wonderfully able-bodied. . . .

"European or Pacific?"

"European," Steve said with a tiny nod. "Most undercover ops in occupied territory that no one remembers these days."

Cristina nodded, sipping her coffee. "My stepdad's parents were in Poland." Specifically, Auschwitz, but even Cristina understood that was a heavy downer to throw into a conversation. "How'd you end up in the 21st century?"

Steve winced sympathetically, guessing what she was alluding to. "This will make the doctor part of you nuts," he warned. "I crashed a plane in the North Atlantic and froze...but didn't die. They found me a few years ago and thawed me out."

Cristina heaved a heavy sigh. "You're right," she said. "That does make the doctor part of me nuts."

She'd heard of people -- well, one person, but her Person -- going down in the water and being revived an incredibly long time later, but that was measured in hours, not decades.

"Please tell me they at least looked into why all your cells didn't explode when the water in them went from liquid to solid?"

And how he wasn't, like, freezer-burned. . . .

"Oh, the doctors have poked and prodded me for the last decade, solid," Steve said, laughing. "I'm their very favorite science experiment."

"Well yeah!" Cristina would love to see Steve's scans. If what he was saying was true, she wanted to see what deep-freeze lung and heart tissue ended up looking like. . . . "You're a medical marvel! Oh, um. That must have been weird for you, though."

Look at her, remembering her bedside manner!

"A little," Steve said with a nod. "So you're not from a time where I'm in the history books. That's kind of nice."

"Nope," Cristina said. "At least, not the ones I've read. I was always more into science than history, though."

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