A Whole New World [For Steve Rogers]

[theycalledmeacurse]

It had been one year almost to the day since she'd arrived in this universe that wasn't her own. Well, it was hers, she supposed, just not the one she'd always known, and not one where she necessarily belonged. When the timeline had reset, the war had been erased from history and lives changed beyond imagine. Some people had been born who had never existed, and some who had been born were now...

Perhaps that's why she had come into the new world as she had. While the others in that mountain temple had simply woken up in new bodies with no memory of their previous lives, she had no body to go into. There had been no Marie born in this alternate universe, no Rogue had joined the X-Men and fought for mutant rights. So here she was, in the scarred body she'd had in her original timeline, full of memories of all the atrocities humanity had committed against itself. She'd tried to step back into her old life with the X-Men, sharing with Charles more of what had happened in her world so he and the others might be more aware of the dangerous possibilities ahead, but in the end it had just been too painful to stay in the mansion. Once it had been her home, but those monsters had turned it into a prison and she would never be able to escape those memories.

It was when she'd spoken with Charles of her decision to leave that he had offered her an opportunity that she hadn't been able to refuse -- the chance to help establish a new school for mutants on the west coast. For years now, the mutant population had been growing exponentially, and there was a great need for another school to accommodate all the children who needed safety and training. The foundations were already being laid for the building, all she would have to do was supervise the construction and security plans. As the months had passed and the project progressed, though, she found herself more involved than just that, adding her own design touches and recruiting teachers and other staff for when the school opened. They were less than a year out now from receiving their first cohort of students, and she was surprised to find that she was genuinely excited about it.

She'd missed feeling that way. About anything.

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[on_ur_left]

Hearing her words, Steve hung his head and muttered to himself, "Aww, Christ." It wasn't that he minded Rogue laughing at him, or even teasing him. He just didn't like making an ass out of himself. He'd been doing just fine when they were being professional; but then something had tripped a wire in his brain, reminding him that she was a woman - an attractive woman, not that it mattered - and he'd basically just accidentally uttered a horrible pick-up line.

Snatching up his pack, Steve jogged a few steps to catch up with her. He just had to remember they were colleagues. He didn't know Rogue at all, so it was a little like working with Natasha in the beginning. Although he'd already instinctively trusted Natasha; that tended to happen when you went into a battle against aliens together.

He hadn't picked up on anything from Rogue that told him he couldn't trust her, though. Charles trusted her, enough to put her in charge of a school full of superhuman children. That was enough for Steve, at least professionally. They'd be working closely together on the design of the school, so Steve wanted to trust her personally... he just wasn't sure if he could, entirely. He trusted easily, and sometimes it didn't work out.

It wasn't like he had anything to hide, anyway. He was used to his life literally being an open book; 'Captain America: The Rise and Fall and Return of An American Hero'. Chapter 51: Same Time, New World. Or maybe Once More Unto the Breech. But he wasn't sure he'd be comfortable reading from it aloud to anyone unfamiliar with it.

Pulling up just behind her shoulder and to the side, Steve said, "There's an old Chinese curse I seem to have been branded with. 'May you live in interesting times.' I personally would love to have things be dull for a while."

[theycalledmeacurse]

Everything Steve was thinking, Rogue was contemplating as well from her own perspective. It was one thing to be able to trust someone professionally, but doing so on a personal level was another matter entirely. There were so many dark secrets in her past, things that only one person in this world knew, and even then he didn't know everything. It was better that way, safer, and she was determined to make sure it stayed that way. So while she might become friends with Steve along the way of working together, she knew it would never be anything like what she'd had back in her old world -- there would be too many lies between them to ever be that close.

Smirking, Rogue glanced back at Steve and commented, "I know just what you mean, sugar. We'll only have any semblance of 'dull' until the kids arrive, though, so best enjoy it while it lasts."

[on_ur_left]

Steve's only response to that was to raise his eyebrows in concession as he followed Rogue out to the jet. He had the feeling there would be a lot of 'hurry-up-and-wait' going on until the school was opened. That, at least, he was prepared for from his time in the army.

The jet, once they'd reached it and boarded, was a thing of beauty. A different design from the quinjet, of course, since as far as Steve could tell there was only one Tony Stark (alternate universes were lucky, he thought drolly, but then felt guilty, because for all the trouble Tony had caused them with Ultron, and as infuriating as he could be, Steve still valued him as a close friend, and missed him).

Not sure if he should speak while she was actively piloting, Steve sat behind her and checked his pack, running a hand almost soothingly over the edge of his shield where it arched out over the bundle of his costume. His touchstone, the one thing he could always count on to define him, and keep him grounded.

Once they were fully in the air and on their way, he shifted enough to peer around the back of the pilot's chair at Rogue and asked, "So, what security measures do you already have?" He wasn't expecting a fully automated and intelligent, semi-sentient computer program like JARVIS, but he had a few ideas that they might be able to implement.

[theycalledmeacurse]

It had been a huge relief when Rogue had ended up in this universe that they'd had similar jets to the ones she'd flown back with her own X-Men team. There was something comforting in being in the pilot's chair, in having that simple power in her own hands when everything else kept trying to go to shit. Her jet was like a second home, she knew every inch of the control panels now, and it was effortless to get them up in the sky and on their way.

She'd almost forgotten that Steve was even in the jet with her until he said something. Glancing back at him for a moment in almost confusion, she blinked and then nodded. "Right," she murmured to herself, turning back to where she'd stowed her bag. A tablet was retrieved and handed over to him. "This is yours. It'll prompt you to program your own security settings, so even I won't be able to access anything on there unless you give me permission. All the files about our current measures are already loaded, as well as a few ideas I'd like some feedback on - mostly stuff from the Westchester mansion that I think could be useful if they were modified a bit."

He would also find the full layout of the construction plans, individual room layouts, and the preliminary design selections she'd started making. Basically everything she'd worked on was there, except for a few very specific things. If he looked closely at the various plans, he might notice that some of the spaces between the walls were too large, that measurements didn't quite add up as they should. Because there was no way in hell that she was ever committing to paper the full layout of their escape passageways.

[on_ur_left]

Thank God he was familiar with modern technology now; any questions or issues he might have he could explain as technology being different from what he was used to in his world. It wasn't exactly starting all over again, like he had after just waking up, for which he was extremely grateful.

The tablet was actually very similar to ones he'd used of Tony's design. Not quite as futuristic, where it was basically light on glass, but still slim and responsive. He had the feeling this was a little more advanced than "regular" technology, even for this world. He wouldn't be surprised if the X-Men had a genius or two working with them. He set about logging in and setting up the security, pondering a secure password for a moment before going with 'JBB31017' with a slightly pained smile.

Set-up complete, he started going through the plans. He saw some spots that could be fortified, and switched back and forth to see how best they could implement something for it. It wasn't even a conscious discovery, but as he went between different schematics, Steve's brow began to furrow. "Did--you draw these up yourself? They're not-- I mean..." he licked and then bit his lip, a perpetual nervous gesture. "They don't add up. The dimensions, I mean." He continued looking, and only a moment later, after some quick calculations, he gave a quiet, "...Oh," of recognition.

[theycalledmeacurse]

She didn't have to look to know what aspect of the plans he was examining, nor did she need to see the expression on his face when he put two and two together. It was good that he came to the realization quickly and on his own - it made her even more comfortable with her decision to take him on as a partner in this venture.

Pulling in a deep breath, she didn't turn around as she spoke, knowing she wouldn't be able to hide the pain that would creep into her expression. "Like I said earlier, not everyone is accepting of people who are different. My first year as a student at Xavier's School, a team of soldiers broke in while everyone was sleeping. We managed to get a lot of the students out through the passageways, but some were still taken." She glanced back over her shoulder in his direction for just a moment before adding, "It's part of orientation, being shown how to access those escape routes. I wish it didn't have to be, but we can't change the world overnight."

[on_ur_left]

He'd seen plenty of secret passageways, both during Prohibition in different speak-easies, as well as during the war (both allied and enemy-built) to quickly get the feel of them from the plans, just from the negative spaces between the different blueprints.

He also heard the shift in Rogue's voice; he kept his head ducked toward the tablet, but cast a quick glance toward the pilot's chair, but she stayed facing away from him. He didn't miss the significance of her statement - 'we', and during her first year as a student - it had obviously left an impact, and probably been traumatic, no matter how long ago it had been, or what else she'd had to face in the intervening years. And from the measure he'd already gotten of her, Steve could tell Rogue wanted to protect her pupils from that - but barring that, at least she could keep them as safe as possible.

Looking back at the plans, and considering the mansion/school he'd had a chance to tour and then wander around for a couple days, Steve started putting pieces together. He recognized architecture that was as old as, if not pre-dated, his own time, and the Westchester school definitely fit that. He wondered if the passageways there were built in once it became a school for mutants, or if the family had had them built from the beginning. The latter wouldn't surprise him.

"The paneling," he murmured to himself, thinking of the wainscoting lining all of the hallways of the school. "I'd like to see where you plan to have the entrances for the passageways, as well as where they'll lead to. It would probably be best if there were actually at least a couple different exits - even if the entrances are hidden again before the enemy can find them, that doesn't mean they won't find them, and any confusion will hopefully slow them down."

There was a brief pause, before he grimaced. "Sorry. I-- you may have already thought of that. And I know this isn't a war situation. But..." He shrugged and gave a self-effacing little smile, even if she didn't turn to see it. "That's how I think, and that's why you hired me, I guess."