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[whatialways_do]

Acclimating a soldier from the forties to modern day Seattle is easier said than done. Especially considering the soldier's basically been in cryostasis for eighty years. Max is trying taking it slow, bringing him clothes to Logan's apartment when he needs them and stopping by to hang out every once in a while, but she knows that eventually she's going to have to try and get him out of the apartment and into some semblance of normalcy. And the first step to normalcy is getting a job.

Or at least "getting a job" as far as Jam Pony was concerned.

Max rolls her bike up to Logan's front door, knocking lightly before just trying the handle and letting herself in. It's not like she really respected Logan's boundaries in the first place considering the first time she met she was stealing from him. She lets the bike rest against the counter before speaking up.

"Anybody home?" She glances around. "We're going to be late."

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Steve shrugs in return. Jokes are the only way to deal with the threat of feeling intimidated about getting out there. "Well I did manage to get through hundreds of miles of HYDRA occupied territory on my own so yeah. I think I'll learn the city with some help."

[whatialways_do]

She smirks a bit at that, before turning back to the road and pushing the bike ahead of her. "Must be crazy with the way wars were fought back then. Now it's all espionage and under the table deals - there aren't really territories or anything like that."