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ooc;; I’ve thought about revamping this blog, this character with Eleanor Barnes as the FC (though I’ve always been tentative about using YouTubers as FCs...so...we’ll see) & I’d probably start a whole new blog & archive this one

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Long time coming as you could probably tell by my lack of activity, but I’m putting Else on indefinite hiatus–on the way to archiving this blog, too. I’d been having some issues with keeping this blog up and my muse (and finding people to consistently play with), so I’ve finally gotten around to hiatus-ing it.

Anyway, it’s a hiatus because I might come back, but that’s highly unlikely.

You can find me here, here, or here

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“All things considered, yeah,” echoed Else, smiling kindly. She could sense the awkwardness of the conversation. How was he feeling? After everything that had happened? It seemed like a silly question on the surface, but Else herself found it easier to break down her own emotions--divide and conquer in a way.

While she wasn’t a certified psychologist by any means, Else was perceptive. She had to be. “Agent” Zelle didn’t get anywhere by ignoring her surroundings. Steve Rodgers was fighting demons. Anyone could tell you that. But Else could see it, plain as day, etched across his impossibly young face. 

“Has anything been bothering you lately? Anything, no matter if you think it may be small or trivial.” 

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Steve nodded, but honestly, he was at a loss for what to say. He had never been good at talking about his feelings, not even to his closest friend. Then again, with him, he didn’t have to say anything. He had been spoiled with that.

He missed him.

It was times like this that made him miss everything from what felt like his past life. This time period wasn’t all bad, and he had met some nice folks since getting out of the ice, but there was a disconnect.

“I’m alright.” He said with a shrug. This felt weird. He didn’t want to admit it, but it felt extremely unnatural for him. Maybe he was more closed off than he’d want to think.

“I mean, all things considered.” He had lived, after all. He had lived despite the circumstances against him, there had to be something said for that. But at the same time, there were times that he wasn’t glad that he lived.

Maybe that was why SHIELD wanted this for him, but even back in the day, there were days that he wasn’t glad to be alive. That was only natural, it was what he knew.

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RIP David Bowie

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It was honestly surreal, being in the same room as Captain America. She wasn’t exactly starstruck, but after believing someone to be dead for however many years...it was a bit bizarre.

He was obviously unsettled--Else didn’t need a psych degree to tell her as much, but her own training was enough. She’d seen and participated in many an interrogation, though comparing this situation to such high-stakes interactions seemed silly as she sat in the arm chair across from him. 

“Well,” Else began, “we’re mainly here to talk. About whatever you want to talk about.” 

“I guess I could start by introducing myself, since you probably have no clue who I am.” She smiled. “I’m Agent Else Zelle. I’m level four, and I trained chiefly under Agent Phil Coulson.” She had no idea if he had any context for him but at least she could get the ball rolling.

“I can’t imagine how insane this transition is for you,” Else said. “So I’m here to help you with whatever you need. Day or night.” She was on a bit of a furlough for this assignment--Fury was giving it top priority, and Else would be assessed herself in case she needed to be replaced.

“So I guess we can start off with this: how are you feeling, Mr. Rogers?”

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Steve sat down, wondering if where he chose to sit was going to be evaluated. He’d heard that all your choices in these things were a sort of test, and he wanted to pass it. He knew he wasn’t okay, but he didn’t think that anything could help that. It wasn’t as though they had a system for people who were out of their own time.

“Good morning.” He said in response, intrigued to find out how young she was. He didn’t expect that the professional he would be seeing would be so young. It wasn’t a bad thing at all, just intriguing, even impressive. He hadn’t been doing anything like this when he was younger.

He’d never been to one of these sorts of meetings before, so he didn’t exactly know how they were going to start, and it honestly felt a little awkward. He wasn’t one to get his emotions out in the open anyway, so he wondered how this would work. It would definitely be hard to talk about things, given that he didn’t exactly have a good vocabulary for it just yet.

“So…how exactly does this work?”

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Paris et la France ont été toujours près de ma cœur. S'il vous plaît, gardez les victimes et leurs familles dans vos pensées et prières ce soir et aujourd'hui. Aujourd'hui, nous sommes tous français.

Paris and France have always been close to my heart. Please keep the victims and their families in your thoughts and prayers tonight and today. Today we are all French.

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To be quite honest, Else wasn’t sure she was qualified to psychologically check on anyone. At only 19, she was still training in her specialty at the SHIELD facility, still figuring out who she was as an agent, and who she was as a person. Of course, she’d garnered a bit of a reputation (nothing too grand to speak of), or enough of one that she’d been affectionately nicknamed “Bowie” for her preferred weapon.

This wasn’t field work, however, and weapons wouldn’t be necessary. Else Zelle traded in her jumpsuit and SHIELD fatigues for a pencil skirt and a bright yellow blouse, panty hose and high heel shoes that helped her tower above most. Uncomfortable, but not unprofessional. She was perched atop an armchair in one of the psych department’s offices, waiting for her first and only patient to arrive.

The door clicked open, and suddenly Else realized just what she was about to deal with. Steve Rogers--the Steve. Rogers. Captain America. He was legendary, and really until SHIELD had officially found his body, Else had fancied him just that: a legend (of course clearance levels--or lack thereof--contributed to such beliefs).

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers.” Her voice cracked, and Else was suddenly hyper-aware of how young she sounded. He would think she was unqualified. After everything he’d been through he was dealing with a junior agent who looked like a deer in headlights, she was sure. “Please, have a seat wherever you’re comfortable.” She gestured to the sofa across from her as well as a couple of chairs to the sides of the room.

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It had been almost exactly two months since Steve had woken up in the 21st century. These days, he was getting a pretty decent grip on things. He had a decent understanding of the Internet, and yes, he could microwave things without blowing them up. He was no Tony Stark when it came to technology, but he figured that would never be his thing. Even in the past, it hadn’t been much of his thing, so why would it be now?

Still, he was a fast learner, and when there was hardly anything to do to keep himself occupied, he learned faster. There was only so much boxing and running he could do in a day, he had to settle down at some point and figure things out.

Truth be told, there were some days that he couldn’t really even move from where he was. Those days, he justified his lack of activity to himself by at least reading up on stuff that had happened. He’d always enjoyed studying history, and it sort of kept his mind off of everything else that had happened in his life. Only sort of, though; there were times that he would read the year that something happened and it would send his mind in a uncontrollable spiral.

He’d hoped that he hadn’t had a noticeable problem. It was just adjustment. It was just what was natural. It wasn’t just his normal state. It wasn’t how he’d felt for most of his life. He could lie about that, he could cover it up. They wouldn’t be able to prove anything.

But, of course, he knew it wasn’t the truth. He’d had this sort of issue in the past. After his mother died, he had felt it. After Bucky had fallen, he’d felt it. And now, after waking up in a different time period, he felt it again. It seemed to all combine, somehow, and half the time, it left him immobilized.

SHIELD had noticed, of course. And, of course, instead of letting Steve deny it and deny it, they were making him get some help despite his stubbornness. It wasn’t too much, but they did have someone who was meant to check in on him for this sort of thing. Of course, they said it was going to be a series of ‘general observations in order to show your progress in all areas’, but he knew what it was really for. She’d probably help him out with some other things, but it was obvious that their primary concern was his emotional state.

He appreciated the help, but he honestly wasn’t sure what good it would do. The person was due to be at his place any moment now, and honestly, he didn’t entirely know what to expect.

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