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[It sparks one in him, reflexive. His is somewhat wry.]

We can't do both?

I'm gonna need a drink if we get into that. It's kind of a long one.

I don't think there's any alcohol in Haven. I've got tea, though.

[Courtesy Peggy, because she's the best.]

I know.

[The struggle is so real. She doesn't even like to drink, but god could she use one.]

But where the hell did you get tea?

[Mischievously,]

I know a dame that knows a guy... you know.

What, a guy who can summon tea?

[She won't let this go. Because:]

Can this guy summon coffee too?

I wish. Sounds like they haven't had coffee here for months now.

[He misses army coffee like you would not believe. Even if caffeine doesn't work on him so well.]

I'm starting to think I need to just sew some coffee beans into the lining of my clothes so I don't keep getting stuck without it.

[help her]

[Eyebrows up.]

Go big or go home, I say. Why not one of those fancy single serve machines? Starts with a K?

[SHIELD HQ has one, but he always bought his coffee from a little old man that pushed a cart around downtown Washington.

Do I look rich to you?

[jeez, Steve]

I have no idea what they cost. I still grimace every time I hear a Coke's more than five cents a bottle.

[NO REALLY, HE DOES. IT'S AWFUL.]

You should try going to the hospital, that's what'll kill you.

[laughcries]

[He snorts.]

Yeah, I avoid those when I can.

[He hates hospitals for a variety of reasons. More than anything, it's the smell.]

Its one of the good things when you're living somewhere outta a dystopian novel: no hospitals.

[that-- that isn't a good thing]

[Steph, honey, you've got a lot of issues, and Steve is starting to realize just how deep the rabbit hole goes.]

Technically, Haven has a hospital.

[... so, you know...]

It doesn't count if its practically broken.

[also shush you]

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Doesn't mean it doesn't help.

[So he starts making tea, just because. What little he has is precious, but he hardly minds sharing.]

Gotham's a pretty rough place, huh.

[She just offers a wry smile and a shrug for his first comment. Hospitals are complicated things for her, and she hasn't even been to one for fourteen months.]

She'll chew you up and spit you out if you don't treat her right.

[Steph is weird about Gotham.]

New York was a little like that, growing up. I can't imagine it being worse.

[But hard cities grow hard people who can survive anything. Brooklyn made him what it was, and he wouldn't trade that for anything.]

The rest of the country gave up on her, cut us off and left us to die, but she looked after us.

[Even broken and crumbling, even when half her people were dead or gone, Gotham still looked after the people who stayed.]

The earthquake.

[Cass had mentioned it a little, enough for him to get a picture of what it might have been like.]

That's the one. It's how Cass came to us.