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[Getting on board was a moment of chaos. He remembers turning a corner, expecting to find fur and blood in his mouth, expecting maybe to get torn up in return, expecting maybe a bullet from above to take him down, too-

But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]

[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]

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Being a werewolf? Confusing, a little. It was - a lot like being drunk. Or maybe buzzed, is the word I'm looking for. Heady.

But a little terrifying, too. [He remembers wanting to reassure people that he wasn't an evil creature. Most people had been pretty accepting, actually, so it had turned out well, all said and done.

When Lark says he doesn't want to owe anyone anything, though, Steve shakes his head - and grins.] Buddy, I don't blame you one bit. [Steve Rogers has always hated owing anybody anything. He'dve rather killed himself working things out on his own than take charity, if Bucky hadn't managed to somehow give him charity without making it seem like that's what was happening.] Just keep 'em. If you think you owe me... pull KP on a lunch shift in the mess hall for a couple days, and we'll call it even.

[He nods. It's like that, the second or third change. The first time is just hell.

He chuckles at Steve's offer, and holds out a hand.] You have a deal.

[And he has to ask, has to know more about these other wolves:] Was there a pack for you here?

[Yeah, he's pretty sure it was. By now, it's a little hazy, in the way the flood memories often are.

Steve takes that hand and shakes it, and he doesn't have a superhuman grip, but it's still firm, like he means it. He does.] Good. Then we're square.

[Steve's mouth twists a little, but it's more in thought, at how to explain it, than anything else. He actually understands the concept of pack pretty well - he's kind of been adopted into the one that's here, without ever meaning to. But,] Not... at the time, except for my best friend. It was - everyone swapped worlds, if that makes sense. The pack that's here got all spread out. Funny enough, the guy who's normally a werewolf ended up in the stars and stripes, and his best friend swapped places with mine.

It was a really strange flood. My first one, actually. They're not all that crazy.

[He chuckles] Your first one and you were a wolf? I know people who've died trying to get that experience.

How did the wolf like being that guy? [nodding at the uniform in the poster]

I've been a gryphon, too - that was different, though. [Grin.] But more fun.

You know... we don't talk about it much, [he says, almost thoughtful.] I guess - I know what he went through, if he was me. I wouldn't wish that on anybody. [A small shrug.] But he did just fine with it, at the time. He's a good guy - a real good guy. High school, though - still just a kid.

[Not that Steve has any less respect for teenagers. Hell, not that he looks much older than that, right now, but that's the damn problem with being short and skinny.]

He must be something. High school and already a wolf? [He whistles softly] The youngest I've seen--the youngest who survived the change--was nineteen, maybe twenty.

[It is hard to think of Steve as being...well. If you go by Lark's world's version of WWII, then Steve would be in his eighties. But frankly it's hard to think of him as being any older than fourteen, between his tiny stature and his easy smile. Smiles are always loaded, like pistols, in Lark's circles.]

Yeah. He is. Like I said - he's a good guy. Strong, but it's more than physical. [Scott's got great character, and he's still learning a lot, but he's got a lot to give, and he's not afraid to give it, either.] Maybe things work differently in your world - things sort of parallel each other kind of strangely, from what I've seen. [He laughs a little.] Hell, most of the people here think I'm a comic book character. I'm pretty sure I'm real.

[Yeah, there were comics, but everyone knew they were still based on a real guy. That's different.

And technically, he'll be ninety-seven this week, but he definitely remembers people thinking he was Bucky's kid brother for about... forever.]

So do all wolves feel like you do? Think like wolves, even when they're not?

You're real enough to me. As real as a werewolf. [Giving him a sly grin.

He sits back, thinking about that- it's a simple answer and a complicated one.]

Where I'm from, yes. My mind works the same way whether I'm a wolf or human, but if I stay a wolf for more than a few days things get...foggy. I think our brain chemistry get so completely rewired in the change that we become both things at once, all the time.

Which, I admit, I have never seen back home. [Have a sly grin right back.] But a guy fights off alien invasions and a crazy German with a skull for a face, and he learns to accept a hell of a lot as real.

[He considers that answer, though. It's an interesting one, but...] It makes sense, honestly. And I can't even say that it's a good or a bad thing, but... [Have that sly grin again,] I can't imagine how you ever managed to keep enough patience to handle working in a courtroom.

[He actually respects that. Quite a lot. Arguing the law isn't his job, but he respects that law, and the people that work within the system, even if it's not perfect.]

There is a trick to it. [Leaning a bit closer, even though they're alone in the room] I only represent men and women in organized crime. Then I scare them into giving me almost all of their earnings. If they complain, there's the threat of jail- or death.

[Mostly death.] You'd be surprised how smoothly things go with a client when they suspect you really will kill them in their own prison cell.

Ah-hah. [Steve considers that, smiling almost secretively.] That's some trick.

I am vaguely familiar with the tactic. [A guy like Captain America? Yeah, you put him nearby, and a lot of people are willing to talk, just to miss the opportunity to meet his fist. He doesn't always like using that kin dof tactic, but sometimes it's necessary, and he'd rather scare people into talking than let innocents suffer because they don't have the information they need to stop something from happening.] It's pretty reliable.

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[Lark laughs and this is probably the moment he starts to really warm up to Steve, Warden or not. It's hard for him to get attached to anyone as grounded and stable as Captain America, for a lot of reasons, but when he can?

...Yeah he's thinking the poster is propaganda but the inspiration behind it is real.]

Have you ever learned something you didn't necessarily want to know, using it? I represented a drug pusher once who felt the need to tell me all about how his mother, a former stripper, went from being incredible to...well. The decline of a stripper-mother isn't something I bargained for.

[He makes a bit of a face - no, that is not a decline he'd like to hear, either, but he's got to nod.] Some people get talking, they don't know how to stop. Maybe it's a guilty conscience, maybe it's an attempt at self-preservation, but...

[He shrugs a little.] Most of the guys I've nabbed were fanatics. They don't break down like that, they're too mired in what they believe to go into the rest of it, too busy spitting in your face. I've got a couple of people, back home, though - when I find them and get them talking, I'm not gonna want to hear what they've got to say, but I'm gonna make 'em talk, anyway.

[He nods, wincing.] I represented a few in my earlier days. I'd never go back to that. I'll take deranged drug lords over someone who can't form an original thought, any day.

How often do you have to deal with fanaticism?

[His smile is dry.] Pal, I joined the Army to stop the Nazis.

[So, there's that, by which he means all the time. But,] Turns out, they weren't the worst the Germans had to offer. My mission was to take down the ones that were worse, and make sure the world didn't know about them.

I'm still working on that one, these days.

[Plus, there was Loki. He's definitely some kind of fanatic. Or something like it.] Makes organized crime look pretty damn civilized, sometimes. I don't imagine you've got it much easier, though. That's its own rats' nest, isn't it.

[He shakes his head] It's a mess, but they aren't like the Nazis. No matter how slick a crime lord is, people still know he is what he is. No one voted him in, no one threw him a parade. People are generally very happy when one of them is taken down in some way; no army will step in to try to save him.

I'm surprised it's still a work in progress, though. In my world we have neo-Nazis but they're mostly just kids clawing around for somewhere to put their anger and confusion.

Point. Although I can imagine there are some people that aren't happy to see them taken down, and that probably doesn't make being a lawyer a popular job, some days. [He cocks a half-smile.] Fortunately, you can defend yourself.

[He shakes his head.] We've got them, too. Plenty of kids - and men - who don't know what it was like, who don't even know what the word Nazi means, because they weren't even born when the Germans marched across Europe. They're not what frighten me, not really.

[Although they bother him, they bother him a lot. But so do a lot of things.]

The real challenge is the opposite. The world thinks I'm a defense attorney, bought and paid for by the mob. They think I might be a gangster myself. [He is. Just...not the kind they think he is.]

Without this group you're hunting down, what's going to be the next big threat? [Because there always is one.]

[Steve hums a little.] People're funny, huh? You'd think it'd be easier to see the good in someone - or at least, the good he's done. [He's not stupid enough to think that everyone does good things for the right reasons. But at least they can still do good things.]

[He considers that, letting out a breath.] I don't know. Honestly? Part of me's worried it's gonna be another alien invasion. Most of me thinks it's gonna be on the home front, though. There's plenty of messes left to clean up. There always will be.

Whatever it is, we'll meet it and do it one better.

[He remembers having told himself very similar things, as he'd taught his collection of gutter punks to fight trained and seasoned wolves.] The law of evolution. Adapt, or die.

--Did you say aliens?

Exactly. And if there's one thing I respect the hell out of humanity for, it's the fact that they can adapt to just about anything. And not lose a lot of things along the way, if they make a little effort. [Because adaptation is one thing, but adaptation while keeping the good things about humanity, like kindness and respect... he thinks that's more important.

He makes a face, laughing a little.] Yeah, I know how it sounds. About two years ago, someone named Loki - different alien - decided Earth should be his personal empire. He opened up a portal into New York, let his army of Chitauri through.

That didn't go over so well with the rest of us, you can imagine.

I've heard of him. I was a little...involved at the time, I never got around to asking about what he'd done to get here. Now I know, right?

How do you beat back an alien army?

[That's right - Steve had heard more than once that Loki had been on board before.] Now you know. He and I didn't exactly get along, but. [Shrug. Can you blame him? At least Loki wasn't his inmate.

The short answer to that? You get a Hulk and a nuke. The slightly longer answer:] You get a good group of people together and get them to work together. Then you almost lose some of them on the way.

[Part of him's amazed they didn't lose anyone. Most of him's just grateful. Thank God some people are just shitty at dying.]

Plus, the NYPD learned to take orders from a ninety-year-old in the stars and stripes pretty quickly.

[He laughs at that last part]

Be glad you weren't working with the LAPD. They won't take orders from God. [Sure maybe he's bitter at them from his career standpoint, but the LAPD has shot and killed an awful lot of wolves, too.]

What I'm hearing is we need a catastrophe to get the Barge to cooperate.

[And Steve grins.] Oh yeah? I'd believe that. They did steal my baseball team.

[He's quiet a moment, but he can't deny,] A big catastrophe always gets people to cooperate.

It doesn't mean I want one.

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