Steve Rogers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
heroic_jawline) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomhigh2019-05-28 11:23 am
heroic_jawline) wrote in fandomhigh2019-05-28 11:23 am
Wilderness Adventures, Tuesday, May 28, 2019
"So, this week is somehow worse than the last two," Tony said slowly. "Also radiation."
He has so many concerns, kids.
Steve was not great waking up in a 1950s hellscape, either, but he was stubborning his way past it as always. But the park meeting place had been a hard no after seeing the bomb, so the edge of the Preserve it was again, kids! "The wilderness part of our class has gotten a lot more wild than the teal deer," he said. "There are some seriously nasty bugs out there roaming around. So our lesson today is two-fold: how to listen for an avoid big nasty things, and how to disable them--" that means shoot, kids, "--if you can't avoid them."
"Roaches the size of dogs," Tony whispered, shuddering. So, so much wrong with this island. "But it's best to avoid the conflict where possible. So, we'll cover some tracking."
Instructions were shamelessly pulled from the internet, yep.
"Plus the scorpion things," Steve said, making a face as he held up a bag of stun weapons. "If you haven't used a weapon before, raise your hand."
"Those who have, can stick with me. Those who haven't, stay close to Captain Rogers." Division of labor!
Steve nodded, looking much more seriousand competent than the last few weeks. "And if you want an escort back to the dorms, let me know that too."
"He just wants to crush bugs with his shield," Tony informed the class solemnly.
Steve grinned, holding up said shield. "It works really well. We found that out walking over here."
From their dystopian nightmare apartment with no food.
He has so many concerns, kids.
Steve was not great waking up in a 1950s hellscape, either, but he was stubborning his way past it as always. But the park meeting place had been a hard no after seeing the bomb, so the edge of the Preserve it was again, kids! "The wilderness part of our class has gotten a lot more wild than the teal deer," he said. "There are some seriously nasty bugs out there roaming around. So our lesson today is two-fold: how to listen for an avoid big nasty things, and how to disable them--" that means shoot, kids, "--if you can't avoid them."
"Roaches the size of dogs," Tony whispered, shuddering. So, so much wrong with this island. "But it's best to avoid the conflict where possible. So, we'll cover some tracking."
Instructions were shamelessly pulled from the internet, yep.
"Plus the scorpion things," Steve said, making a face as he held up a bag of stun weapons. "If you haven't used a weapon before, raise your hand."
"Those who have, can stick with me. Those who haven't, stay close to Captain Rogers." Division of labor!
Steve nodded, looking much more serious
"He just wants to crush bugs with his shield," Tony informed the class solemnly.
Steve grinned, holding up said shield. "It works really well. We found that out walking over here."
From their dystopian nightmare apartment with no food.