Post by John Walker on Dec 10, 2020 11:59:50 GMT -5
Participants: U.S. Agent
Open/Closed: Open to Anyone
Location(s): The DC War Memorial
Time of Day: Mid-Morning
Weather: Cold, grey, and snowy
Summary: After the disassembling of S.H.I.E.L.D., John Walker finds himself without marching orders. A meeting with top Government brass did not go his way and now he's been placed in the reserves to be called upon when "needed."
John Walker was good at a lot of things that didn't require a lot of thought. When the chips are down and you're being bombarded by enemy fire the best thing you can do sometimes is to just shut off mentally, climb over the trench, and charge head on. He'd won a lot of his best fights when he was caught off guard and didn't have a plan. He'd pulled off miracles that way too. There was a beauty in simplicity sometimes.
He didn't mind briefings or strategy sessions, hell he relished them some days. Fail to plan and you plan to fail. There was nothing quite like getting a group of experts together, routing out a mission, and executing it perfectly. There was a certain comradery there that he had only found as an Avenger and as serviceman that he hadn't found anywhere else. Some people liked to garden, others liked to paint, but John loved covert and spec ops. The thing is that sometimes, especially in Government, there is just too damn much red tape. There isn't always time for four people to sign off on a decision before action can be made. That was the problem with people these days-no one wants to accept ownership. They want to kick the can down the road and avoid making decisions out of pure fear of what if the choice they make is the wrong one? It is the path of least resistance. The only reason S.H.I.E.L.D. was shut down was due to someone in a shirt and tie terrified that they would be blamed if something wrong happened. A real man owns his decisions, owns the results of those decisions, and owns the solutions to those results if needed. The United States military taught John that you have to see a problem from start to finish no matter what happens... it was just a shame that the elected officials in this country didn't have that same amount of backbone.
"Cowards." John's breath steamed with the word as he buried his hands in the pocket of his winter coat. It was cold and snowing in DC as it usually was here. Christmas was a few weeks away and the snow covered streets and twinkling lights hanging off every pole made for a scene Norman Rockwell couldn't resist. Christmas in DC was always a big production with the giant tree the president lit and all... but he preferred the smaller Christmases back home in Georgia. Georgia hadn't felt like him since his mom and dad died though. His brother had died long before them and his relationship with his sister or her family wasn't that great. She deserved better than being associated with him anyway. Their parents were living proof of the dangers that can come when you're related to a hero in this world. If she wanted to keep her husband and children safe away from him he didn't blame them one bit. Christmas and most holidays were depressing reminders of better days with a happy family. He'd rather be working.
John sighed again as he walked through the paved sidewalks towards the big, marble dome that stood alone. It looked like a small gazebo he always thought and he'd seen where people could pay to get married in it. What a strange gesture that was. What it represented deserved better than that but whatever. The DC War Memorial was a small piece of the District that he had carved out for himself. It wasn't the biggest monument and it wasn't the fanciest looking but it did commemorate the lives of the men who died serving their country in the first World War. That one was also underappreciated. There wasn't a Captain America back then... just scared men who were looking down the barrels of tanks and breathing in chemical warfare for the first time in recorded history. They died the brave heroes they lived as though and to die serving your country was a life not wasted.
He brushed some snow off one of the marble steps before sitting down. His coat bulged from his U.S. Agent armor and shield being concealed underneath it. The mask was laid back behind his head, allowing him to feel to cold, stinging air from the wind. He was angry. He was disgusted. He wanted to hit something but there wasn't anything near him that deserved it. New York City was lousy with alien invasions, interdimensional beasts, and low level crooks with multi-million dollar tech ripping a bank off for barely 1 percent of what their gear was worth. DC didn't see that sort of action as regularly and normally he'd prefer to keep it that way.
"Hey, Michael." His therapist told him it was better to cope with loss by talking to people as if they were there. He felt silly doing it. If someone saw him just sitting and talking to himself they'd think he was crazy. Problem was he really would go crazy again if he didn't listen to the therapist. He still felt like a jackass though. His older brother Michael died overseas in battle and World War 1 ended way before Michael was even born. It was a war monument though... and a quiet one... which was better than nothing.
"So... they finally done it. The bureaucrats have finally seen to the end of S.H.I.E.L.D. Those jackasses... you can't talk sense into them some times. They act like if we all just play nice with each other and sing kumbaya then the world will keep running as if nothing is wrong. If that was the case they'd never need guys like us to wear a uniform. We do the stuff they're too scared to do. This is the real world." He was shouting. His voiced echoed throughout the area he was sitting but thankfully the monuments don't get too many visitors in the cold. Still he clinched his fists and growled under his voice. The world needed organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. to do the work no one else was willing to do. Otherwise the scum like Red Skull, Hydra, and the rest of the filth infiltrate the country and try to destroy it from the inside. Were there bad eggs? Of course. You're dealing with people. Nothing is ever perfect but John would rather have an imperfect S.H.I.E.L.D. than a vulnerable United States.
"The Avengers are fine. At least when I was there we did a lot of good, honest work for people. I respect Steve Rogers more than any other man alive but I just feel like they could do more. Take the threats down before they end up at the front door of the Average Joe, you know? People shouldn't have to be afraid of the Hulk starting a fist fight with some intergalactic alien or magical nonsense." Some days it felt like Steve Rogers was the only man in the metahuman community with his head on straight. Some of the other jackasses talked too much, did too little, or just plain ol' not around to help when the little guy needed it. There needed to be more structure. The space and magic stuff were necessities but why did New York have to have so many damn Spider-men swinging around? Wouldn't it make more sense to station people in communities that need their help. It was unpopular opinion to have but John didn't think the Superhuman Registration Act was that bad of a deal. The metahuman community was too disorganized and too inefficient to really make a difference. It was his biggest sticking point when he served as leader in the Avengers - too many Tony Starks out there and not enough John Walkers.
Well now there were no John Walkers. The review panel he had just come from made it abundantly clear, his orders were to stay out of the field until they needed him. The looks on their faces when they told him that suggested that Hell would have the very same temperature as DC did currently when that would happen. "So... now what? I just sit on my ass in front of the TV until the bureaucrats realize they do need a guy like me?"
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Open/Closed: Open to Anyone
Location(s): The DC War Memorial
Time of Day: Mid-Morning
Weather: Cold, grey, and snowy
Summary: After the disassembling of S.H.I.E.L.D., John Walker finds himself without marching orders. A meeting with top Government brass did not go his way and now he's been placed in the reserves to be called upon when "needed."
John Walker was good at a lot of things that didn't require a lot of thought. When the chips are down and you're being bombarded by enemy fire the best thing you can do sometimes is to just shut off mentally, climb over the trench, and charge head on. He'd won a lot of his best fights when he was caught off guard and didn't have a plan. He'd pulled off miracles that way too. There was a beauty in simplicity sometimes.
He didn't mind briefings or strategy sessions, hell he relished them some days. Fail to plan and you plan to fail. There was nothing quite like getting a group of experts together, routing out a mission, and executing it perfectly. There was a certain comradery there that he had only found as an Avenger and as serviceman that he hadn't found anywhere else. Some people liked to garden, others liked to paint, but John loved covert and spec ops. The thing is that sometimes, especially in Government, there is just too damn much red tape. There isn't always time for four people to sign off on a decision before action can be made. That was the problem with people these days-no one wants to accept ownership. They want to kick the can down the road and avoid making decisions out of pure fear of what if the choice they make is the wrong one? It is the path of least resistance. The only reason S.H.I.E.L.D. was shut down was due to someone in a shirt and tie terrified that they would be blamed if something wrong happened. A real man owns his decisions, owns the results of those decisions, and owns the solutions to those results if needed. The United States military taught John that you have to see a problem from start to finish no matter what happens... it was just a shame that the elected officials in this country didn't have that same amount of backbone.
"Cowards." John's breath steamed with the word as he buried his hands in the pocket of his winter coat. It was cold and snowing in DC as it usually was here. Christmas was a few weeks away and the snow covered streets and twinkling lights hanging off every pole made for a scene Norman Rockwell couldn't resist. Christmas in DC was always a big production with the giant tree the president lit and all... but he preferred the smaller Christmases back home in Georgia. Georgia hadn't felt like him since his mom and dad died though. His brother had died long before them and his relationship with his sister or her family wasn't that great. She deserved better than being associated with him anyway. Their parents were living proof of the dangers that can come when you're related to a hero in this world. If she wanted to keep her husband and children safe away from him he didn't blame them one bit. Christmas and most holidays were depressing reminders of better days with a happy family. He'd rather be working.
John sighed again as he walked through the paved sidewalks towards the big, marble dome that stood alone. It looked like a small gazebo he always thought and he'd seen where people could pay to get married in it. What a strange gesture that was. What it represented deserved better than that but whatever. The DC War Memorial was a small piece of the District that he had carved out for himself. It wasn't the biggest monument and it wasn't the fanciest looking but it did commemorate the lives of the men who died serving their country in the first World War. That one was also underappreciated. There wasn't a Captain America back then... just scared men who were looking down the barrels of tanks and breathing in chemical warfare for the first time in recorded history. They died the brave heroes they lived as though and to die serving your country was a life not wasted.
He brushed some snow off one of the marble steps before sitting down. His coat bulged from his U.S. Agent armor and shield being concealed underneath it. The mask was laid back behind his head, allowing him to feel to cold, stinging air from the wind. He was angry. He was disgusted. He wanted to hit something but there wasn't anything near him that deserved it. New York City was lousy with alien invasions, interdimensional beasts, and low level crooks with multi-million dollar tech ripping a bank off for barely 1 percent of what their gear was worth. DC didn't see that sort of action as regularly and normally he'd prefer to keep it that way.
"Hey, Michael." His therapist told him it was better to cope with loss by talking to people as if they were there. He felt silly doing it. If someone saw him just sitting and talking to himself they'd think he was crazy. Problem was he really would go crazy again if he didn't listen to the therapist. He still felt like a jackass though. His older brother Michael died overseas in battle and World War 1 ended way before Michael was even born. It was a war monument though... and a quiet one... which was better than nothing.
"So... they finally done it. The bureaucrats have finally seen to the end of S.H.I.E.L.D. Those jackasses... you can't talk sense into them some times. They act like if we all just play nice with each other and sing kumbaya then the world will keep running as if nothing is wrong. If that was the case they'd never need guys like us to wear a uniform. We do the stuff they're too scared to do. This is the real world." He was shouting. His voiced echoed throughout the area he was sitting but thankfully the monuments don't get too many visitors in the cold. Still he clinched his fists and growled under his voice. The world needed organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. to do the work no one else was willing to do. Otherwise the scum like Red Skull, Hydra, and the rest of the filth infiltrate the country and try to destroy it from the inside. Were there bad eggs? Of course. You're dealing with people. Nothing is ever perfect but John would rather have an imperfect S.H.I.E.L.D. than a vulnerable United States.
"The Avengers are fine. At least when I was there we did a lot of good, honest work for people. I respect Steve Rogers more than any other man alive but I just feel like they could do more. Take the threats down before they end up at the front door of the Average Joe, you know? People shouldn't have to be afraid of the Hulk starting a fist fight with some intergalactic alien or magical nonsense." Some days it felt like Steve Rogers was the only man in the metahuman community with his head on straight. Some of the other jackasses talked too much, did too little, or just plain ol' not around to help when the little guy needed it. There needed to be more structure. The space and magic stuff were necessities but why did New York have to have so many damn Spider-men swinging around? Wouldn't it make more sense to station people in communities that need their help. It was unpopular opinion to have but John didn't think the Superhuman Registration Act was that bad of a deal. The metahuman community was too disorganized and too inefficient to really make a difference. It was his biggest sticking point when he served as leader in the Avengers - too many Tony Starks out there and not enough John Walkers.
Well now there were no John Walkers. The review panel he had just come from made it abundantly clear, his orders were to stay out of the field until they needed him. The looks on their faces when they told him that suggested that Hell would have the very same temperature as DC did currently when that would happen. "So... now what? I just sit on my ass in front of the TV until the bureaucrats realize they do need a guy like me?"
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