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oldschoolpatriotSteve made breakfast.
He was a pretty decent cook, especially when he stayed basic. There was nothing simpler than pancakes, eggs and bacon. He cut up some fruit and got a little lost in the simple task of making food for his troops. He used to make coffee for the Commandos when they were out in the wilderness and while the scene had changed and made him relaxed for a difficult morning.
When breakfast was ready, he asked Jarvis to call everyone to the kitchen. He waited for everyone to trail in and get their food, to settle in with quiet conversation between friends and distance between some others. When there was a noticeable lull, he cleared his throat and spoke up.
“Reasonably I think this team has maybe… a month before we fall apart,” Steve said calmly, looking at his team gathered around the table to share a meal. “Without an emergency, we drift apart and those gaps are only getting wider. Now I am ready, willing and able to fight for this team because we are something special but I can’t do it alone.”
“I’ll admit, I’m used to leading soldiers who followed my orders. The Commandos weren’t like other units in a lot of ways, but when it came down to it, they were soldiers and I was their CO. They listened when I said jump. You all will listen in the field and I am grateful to have earned your respect there. It’s an honor to be trusted that much.”
“It’s here.” Steve tapped the table with a finger. “At home where we have our problems. We are not the family the Commandos were and I made the mistake thinking that enough emergencies would make us one. I want to fix that because this is something I love. When I woke up here, I was lost. I don’t feel lost anymore, not with you all. You’re a different team but you’re my anchor.”
“So, first, I want to lay down what we all want from this team and what we all think this team stands for. We have a cause, we stand for something, so let’s say what that is and fight for it. When we have that, we can move forward and decide the best way to go about making this team work. We’re going to have to fund it, we’re going to have to get jobs to help and hit the media circuit pretty hard. I’ve already planned a press tour. I only promised myself for interviews because I didn’t want to force any of you along but I’m really hoping someone will help me so I don’t make an idiot out of myself.”
He paused, running a hand through his hair. “That’s all I’ve got for you. That’s it. I look around this table and see so much potential. That’s what I want to do, but tell me what you all want to do. What needs to change in your eyes, what needs to be done? If I can do it, I will, I promise you that.”
He was a pretty decent cook, especially when he stayed basic. There was nothing simpler than pancakes, eggs and bacon. He cut up some fruit and got a little lost in the simple task of making food for his troops. He used to make coffee for the Commandos when they were out in the wilderness and while the scene had changed and made him relaxed for a difficult morning.
When breakfast was ready, he asked Jarvis to call everyone to the kitchen. He waited for everyone to trail in and get their food, to settle in with quiet conversation between friends and distance between some others. When there was a noticeable lull, he cleared his throat and spoke up.
“Reasonably I think this team has maybe… a month before we fall apart,” Steve said calmly, looking at his team gathered around the table to share a meal. “Without an emergency, we drift apart and those gaps are only getting wider. Now I am ready, willing and able to fight for this team because we are something special but I can’t do it alone.”
“I’ll admit, I’m used to leading soldiers who followed my orders. The Commandos weren’t like other units in a lot of ways, but when it came down to it, they were soldiers and I was their CO. They listened when I said jump. You all will listen in the field and I am grateful to have earned your respect there. It’s an honor to be trusted that much.”
“It’s here.” Steve tapped the table with a finger. “At home where we have our problems. We are not the family the Commandos were and I made the mistake thinking that enough emergencies would make us one. I want to fix that because this is something I love. When I woke up here, I was lost. I don’t feel lost anymore, not with you all. You’re a different team but you’re my anchor.”
“So, first, I want to lay down what we all want from this team and what we all think this team stands for. We have a cause, we stand for something, so let’s say what that is and fight for it. When we have that, we can move forward and decide the best way to go about making this team work. We’re going to have to fund it, we’re going to have to get jobs to help and hit the media circuit pretty hard. I’ve already planned a press tour. I only promised myself for interviews because I didn’t want to force any of you along but I’m really hoping someone will help me so I don’t make an idiot out of myself.”
He paused, running a hand through his hair. “That’s all I’ve got for you. That’s it. I look around this table and see so much potential. That’s what I want to do, but tell me what you all want to do. What needs to change in your eyes, what needs to be done? If I can do it, I will, I promise you that.”