Uh, everything's under control. Situation normal.

[captain_rogers]

The world seemed to have built of references to movies he had not seen, songs he had never heard, history facts and rumors that had not been in any of his SHIELD briefings or come up immediately in the spiraling searches through the internet in his attempt to catch himself up on more than seventy years of time in just two. It had made the small notebook he kept in his back pocket and carried with him always one that had dog-eared pages, the corners worn soft by handling despite his attempt to keep it with its precious lists inside neat as he could. People, he had found, were eager to drop hints and give directions on what they believed was the most important for him to know - war stories, modern art, 'indie' music, cultural trends he had never heard of and didn't quite understand (what were 'beatniks' anyway? and how did they relate to something called a 'hipster?')

For every line he crossed off in understanding, he added three more. For every movie, six more came out in theatres and he was told there was another one he just <i>had</i> to see. Where he had attempted to meter it out by decades, pop culture had exploded beyond those tentative boundaries, and he had given up doing more than seeing what he came across first or pushing items to the front of the proverbial line according to how often they were referenced or how integral he was told they were by people he thought he could trust on the subject.

Which brought him to a movie, and a girl, and a bucket of popcorn.

Actually, it brought him to the first of three movies (he had been warned, loudly and violently, off the prequels and so counted only three as needing to be seen) and a gorgeous, powerhouse warrior woman, and a whole lot more than one paltry bucket of popcorn. Each.

"Sif?" he began, wondering not for the first time whether he should have reconsidered Sam's offer of back up with the way his stomach flipped at the sight of her face turning toward his and how unaccountably worried he was over literally tripping over his own feet when her eyes settled on him. "I don't know about you, but I'm thinking we should raid the concessions stand."

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[bornagoddess]

The more time she spent with Midgardians, the more Sif understood the influence fiction had on them, especially the visual kind. There were some they considered masterpieces, that had made their way into Midgardian culture and remained relevant for decades in such a way that it became hard to conceive of the same culture devoid of it. Sif had been told to watch some of these - some she had, some hadn't been available. On the back of such immersion into Midgardian movie culture had come an invitation that was as surprising as it was welcome: Steve, now another one of Thor's friends she had managed to befriend herself, had invited her to embark on what Natasha herself had described as 'quite the experience', divided into three installments that would reportedly change one's life.

Skepticism aside, Sif found she enjoyed the Midgardian efforts as far as moving pictures of fiction went, and more than that she enjoyed Steve's company. Although sadly, what she enjoyed most about it so far would be unavailable as they would be sitting in the dark side by side. However, Sif found she didn't mind so much having him there without the ability to ogle. Especially when they were supposed to be experiencing this absolute masterpiece for the first time together. Some part of her even hoped it would somehow be a bonding experience, if it was as great as Midgardians as a whole insisted it was.

Upon hearing her name Sif's gaze, wide and enthused, settled on Steve as she grinned. "I wholeheartedly agree, Captain." With that the warrior took a few decisive steps toward the concession stand, eyeing what else seemed promising beyond the popcorn. "Natasha introduced me to the popped corn with butter, do you like it?" She asked without looking away from the display.