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Who: Ana Lewis and You!
Where: Multiple locations around town
When: May catch all.
What: Whatever you want it to be.
Warnings: Nada
[Open/Closed]

A. School halls, school walls, waking away and chasing old calls.

[When she was at school, Ana wrapped herself in the personification of Ms. Lewis. Ms. Lewis still wore black, of course, but they were of the dresses sort, or blazers over jeans and a shirt. It was a jeans day for her, and that was something that she always liked better; it was something that she wore that made her feel more like herself even in the guise of the educator. It being a disguise of course didn't mean that Ana didn't teach. She had wanted to teach before, she had known, and she used those skills and papers to teach her students.

And of course she used some of her Baroness skills in order to keep her class in line. She expected that was new.

She also expected that the losing of the whiteboard markers and later finding them in her bun was new, but Ana still managed to forget about the ones that were holding her hair like an odd form of hair sticks (two at diagon angles and one shoved through the middle) when she needed them. Other teachers might happen to find that they were missing markers, occasionally. Or sometimes more often than occasionally. But she can be found in her classroom, or in the hall, or in the student's lounge savoring the coffee that Leia brought in as if it was the finest in the land. Right now it certainly seemed to be.]

B: You better run run run run run to me.

[Every morning before school, before the sun even, Ana got up and pulled on her new running clothes and laced up her shoes and headed out for a run. Ever wanting to fit in, she even pulled her hair back in a ponytail rather than having it down because she knew after the first time that she did it that normal people probably didn't run like that. She was having a hard time with this whole idea of normal, because even before she could remember, the last thing that her family had been was normal. Her brother and parents were all geniuses and she had been a cheerleader. Not that there was anything wrong with being one (and it had helped with her training later on, certainly) but it just seemed so out of place.

But Ana ran from those memories, and ran from the feelings in her head that things were wrong, and occasionally, she ran into someone who happened to be out for a run as well. She always greeted them warmly, making sure that she seemed more out of breath than she actually was when she happened to stop. That too went along with the ponytail and the smile and being Ms. Lewis.]

C:There are things more wondrous and scary. [Closed to Damon]

[It had been on one of Ana's runs that she had happened to go down the street that The Salvatore brothers happened to live on. She was always a curious sort, despite what happened to cats, and when she saw Damon outside in a towel... Well, one could hardly be blamed if she flicked the side of her glasses and just happened to get a better view of that action. Of course, her better view meant that she caught something that she expected that no one was supposed to see and that was that Damon was unable to get into his house. More than that, Damon seemed to be fighting with nothing but air. Intrigued, Ana moved a few paces back, reaching just the end of the range of her glasses as she watched him over a water bottle. To most people, it would look like Ana hadn't seen anything, but the glasses Rex designed her wonderful things, and they sure helped.

It was later in the evening when Ana entered the bar where she suspected that she would be able to find Damon. When she did, Ana was in her full Baroness glory (minus the leather of course, it was hard to go shopping and ask for a catsuit of leather in this tiny ass town) of a short cut skirt and a low cut blouse with the only piece of leather she could find (a jacket) thrown over the black assemble. There was no preamble of approaching anyone else once she spotted him. Instead, Ana made a beeline towards him and just dropped in a seat close to him with a very amused:] Well, hello darling.

D.I like my coffee black just like my metal (For Natasha and anyone else!)
[It didn't matter who made the coffee in the teacher's lounge, every time Ana tried it, it seemed like it still tasted like complete garbage and even when she made it, the results still came out entirely like sludge or water and there was no in between. Because of that, Ana had made it a habit of hitting the coffee shop at least once a day, but more often than not it fluctuated between two and three, depending on the night before and how early she had gotten up for her morning run. Of course, the caffeine seemed to have no effect on her other than mental, but she was willing to accept that if it meant being more awake and aware of everything going on.

Of course, heading into the coffee shop that often means that one gets to know the regulars, because you yourself have become one. So, Ana always makes sure to nod and offer a smile to the redhead who she seems to see quite often. The woman reminds Ana of herself in ways that she's still not quite sure of, but there seems to be a still deepness there, and Ana is intrigued by it.

So, today she stops, holding the largest size coffee in it's paper cup, and smiles to the woman.] You know, I'm fairly certain that this place adds something to the coffee. It just doesn't seem good anywhere else.

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[ Art isn't exactly a subject that requires extensive use of the whiteboard, which is lucky considering that every time it might come in handy Steve's met with only a smooth metal wasteland where the markers are supposed to be. He doesn't think much of it at first — he's not the only one who uses the board, after all — but it doesn't take him long to figure out that the markers aren't simply being misplaced, especially after Allison's the one to ask him about it in some frustration.

Steve doesn't like to think a student might be the culprit, so he leaves the subject alone for now with his classes and instead dabs some paint on the end of each marker, showing them to Allison for her nod of approval before leaving them below the whiteboard, free for the taking.

Of course, they go missing, and a couple days later it pays off when he's leaving the teachers lounge between classes and takes a step aside to let Ana, coming from the opposite direction, go through the door first. His nod of acknowledgment turns into a double-take, and Steve reaches up quickly to pluck the marker from her hair.

Now what, Ms. Lewis? ]

[Sometimes, no matter how much you want to keep them tramped down that reflexes fly out. This was one of those times, and Ana snapped her hand over his wrist with lightening speed, the sort of speed that most people wouldn't have, even if they had been training for quite some time. After all, the Baroness had learned from the second best ninja in the world and she was his best student, and she was fairly quick.

As she moved her hand over his, she also twisted backwards to face him, her other hand doubled into a fist as she moved into a fighting stance. It seemed more than a little out of character for a woman who was currently wearing a cardigan over a dress with tiny flowers on it, but that didn't matter. For Ana, she might as well as have been in her catsuit, or in the clothing that she wore in a dojo.

For just a moment, there was a quick sharp smile, the same kind the Baroness wore, because it had been so long since she'd been in a fight, and this place had been pushing on her so much that right now it didn't matter that it was Steve Rogers and how he probably had over a hundred pounds on her. It didn't matter that they were in the teachers lounge or that there were cameras all over the place. He touched her hair, and that was not alright with her.

Even if what he'd actually had touched had been the stolen marker.]

[ What about khakis and a button down? It's an incongruous scene for the both of them, but then they're both already a little out of place in these hallways, much as Steve finds he genuinely enjoys the work. He's certainly noticed it in Ana and the way she carries herself, so he can't say the reaction surprises him. Maybe it was why he'd done it in the first place.

Steve thinks on his feet, though. Reflexes are one thing, but making the choice, from one fraction of a second to the next, not to move to give himself the advantage here — that's another. He lets her keep her hold, even if his whole body is tensed to counterattack. It's all part of the same beat of a moment, where she smiles and he lifts a serious eyebrow, asking if she really wants to do this here and now.

He doesn't say it out loud, not yet. Talk will come if she decides not to strike in the next second. But it's been a while since he's a had a good fight himself. ]

[Ana has found that she also enjoys the work; it probably helps that she was going to be a professor before everything happened and while high school English isn't what she'd intended on, it's better than not using any of the skills that she had picked up before the entire world had twisted up and turned to crap. Of course, the later skills are there too, and she tenses for a moment when he raises his eyebrow, and she knows what he's asking. He's asking if she really wants to do this.

At least he was asking rather than telling her that she didn't want to; that was one thing that he had over the last all American Hero that she'd fought. Maybe the difference was the reason that she quickly unfurled her fingers from his wrist, holding first that hand and then her other upwards in the standard don't shoot position. Oh, she didn't raise them too high, because the last thing that she wanted was to draw some of that unwanted attention towards them, but hopefully it was enough for the moment.

No, Steve, no fighting, not today, she wasn't going to make that choice. There were too many variables and things that she didn't understand with the situation and him personally to do that. Besides, it was school grounds after all. Some things weren't meant for children's eyes.]

[ Steve doesn't smile, exactly, but there's something lightly speculative in his eyes as he looks at her that hints at one regardless. His own stance relaxes in turn, even if that doesn't actually straighten his back any, but it does mitigate the sense of readiness he's got no doubt she's attuned to. He lifts the marker in one hand. ]

I'm holding on to this.

[ He tucks it into the pocket of his shirt, and that's definitely a pull to the corner of his mouth now. He's . . . teasing her? Yep, definitely teasing, if she cares to look close enough. ]

[Ana's smile turns into a smirk when he teases her, and she's quite glad that they've reached this impasse. After all, he looks like Duke only stronger, and she has no intention of getting into a fight among the people in the town when there are other, more important things that they all should be focusing on. But this is good in that now they each know the other, and well... information is always quite a useful thing to have.

So, she shrugs at the holding onto the marker, and touches her bun in order to make certain that it's still properly in place. Nope, nothing happened anyone, nothing to see here. But there's a fair amount of humor when in her tone when she actually speaks.]

Okay. I can always steal it again later.

[Probably. Or probably not.]

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