For the American Dream
Roleplaying Log: For the American Dream
IC Details

David Archer speaks to his next potential witness. Steve Rogers himself.

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IC Date: May 26, 2019
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OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 27 May 2019 00:33
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Scene Soundtrack: [*\# None]
NPC & GM Credits: David Archer, emitted by Lovejoy
Associated Plots

With the Triskelion reduced to little more than a pile of rubble some people have been hard pressed to figure out how to get hold of Captain America, but David Archer seems to have no such trouble. Then again, the Avenger just made media appearances, and Archer himself has contacts there. A call here led to another call there, led to an appointment being asked for and made at the man's office.

The looming Sentinel beside his window stands as still as death, only turning its head to look through its side of the glass when Rogers comes in. David occasionally shoots it an irritated glance. His office is utterly barren of anything personal. It's all work, piled high. "Thank you for seeing me," he rumbles, gesturing to a eat. "I apologize for…that."

There is something about that which disgusts David. Makes him uneasy.

And yet either his own devotion to duty, or his eternal pragmatism, or both ensure it continues to remain where it is.

* * *

Politicians, movie stars, and people on Facebook have one thing in common: They often state they are going to do things or be at places and don't follow through. However, Captain America is the sort to attempt to personify the concept of following through. That is shown as he moves through the door, dressed in his official 'superhero' attire. Though he lacks the helm, the shield is proudly displayed on his back, perhaps understanding the need for image for those people that may be tracking his 'Registration Discovery Tour' despite his distain for seeking glory.

Steve looks toward the seat offered before reaching forward to offer handshake. "I'm glad I could be here to talk. Good to see you again."

As attention is given toward the large robot, Rogers glances toward the Sentinel, a faint smirk on its face. "Didn't even notice it," he replies with an attempt of humor before taking a seat, regardless of the result of the attempted handshake. Whatever feelings the American Hero has on the sentinels, he hasn't voiced them or even eluded to them… At least, not yet.

* * *

The attorney shakes the hand without a hint of hesitation. If anything, surprise and a moment of genuine warmth crosses over his face. And something of admiration. Each of the individuals he?s met with in these office has come to him in their uniforms. Each has had deeds to his or her name that legends of Heaven and Earth would be proud to name. But to one David Archer, the extraordinary nature of one Steve Rogers is all wrapped up in this: a simple, unforced, heartfelt handshake offered to a man he could have every reason to hate.

"It's good to see you again too." He'd thank Steve for rescuing his career from the cookfires, but he suspects the soldier would be more embarrassed by such a thing than anything else. And so he?s soon moving to his own chair, and leaning foreward a little. "Your friend Murdock and I are about to cross swords in the courtroom again," he notes. "This time he's the prosecutor, and I am advocating for the defense."

He shrugs. Such is the nature of the justice system.

"The system will test the wisdom of Registration, and it falls to me to present the merits of it in a court of law. So when I heard what you said on the news, I thought it would be worthwhile to have a conversation about that."

* * *

"I talked briefly with Nelson on the matter," comes the simple reply. "He was able to voice some of the concerns to me. Concerns a lot of people have, mostly those with superpowers." While most people use words like mutant or metahuman, it seems Rogers uses more simple terms away from the public eye. Another glance is given toward the sentinel, the kind-seated mirth fading slight as Steve looks back.

"I'm sure you understand why," Cap continues as he settles in his chair slightly, letting the shield rest by his shin, clearly watching over it with all the care due to a unique assist of America. "All that said, just trying to figure out what can be done to ensure America is able to move forward with unity and without losing its values in the process."

* * *

"Sure. I woudln't care for it myself, if it applied to me," David says. "Privately, I think it was a looney move. I can think of several better policies for achieving some of the same aims, without trying hard, without sending anyone into a panic, and without persecuting anyone. But that's just it. The American value says it's not my job to have an opinion. It's my job to defend my client, the State of New York. The State's opinion. The State's interests. If the law deserves to stand, it will. My job is to prepare the strongest case I can prepare, and present it in court, and do so as if I agree 100. And that means finding witnesses for the defense. Which is why you are here."

* * *

"I'm not sure how a 'looney' bill like this is getting this much support from state legislation. Have a feeling if someone looked to it, they wouldn't like the answer."

Of course, for a variety of reasons, Cap is not that person.

Then Archer speaks of why he wished for Captain America to arrive. The expression becomes to demonstrate concern as Steve leans in slightly.

"You are aware that having me up there can be used against you as well," the First Avenger states, motioning with his hand at the general direction of the opposing law firm's building. "Just because I support a need for additional responsibility within the superhero community doesn't mean I'll support this bill in its current state. It's my hope that there'll be some sort of call for reform before we get to the court case. Once it gets there, it's going to be a circus and we both know."

That said, Rogers settles back slightly. "But in the end, if people want me up there again, I'll do what's asked of me." There is a brief pause before he adds in his usual confident tone. "— within reason, of course."

* * *

Archer actually laughs. "Mr. Rogers. That's true of any witness in any court case. It's a gamble. All I want you to do is tell the truth as you know it when I ask it of you. We'll go over what I intend to ask you. And I appreciate your honesty about your feelings on the matter."

He will have to address it, when the time comes. Before Murdock can. In a way that does not undermine his case. That will be a challenge, one he's already thinking on. The thought is there in his dark gaze.

He pulls out the formal paperwork and slides it over, adding, "I've barely begun crafting my case so we won't go over it all now. There will be a different meeting for that, later. But I tell you the truth as I believe it when I tell you I think this is what is good for America. Circus or not. Maybe especially because it is a circus. A one-sided case serves nobody. Complex. Nuanced. Strong on both sides. A fair fight. That is what is good for America."

* * *

A simple nod is given on the topic of honesty and its value.

"I understand the debate is good for America. But when it becomes a name calling, robot-throwing frenzy?" Steve's brow begins to furrow. "I just wish they had assembled a real committee and went somewhere with it, not a bill that was put together so fast few people had a chance to really review it." A soft sigh is given. "But the die is cast, so we just have to make the best of a bad situation."

* * *

Archer spreads his hands. "Indeed we do. And that much is out of my hands. It was never in my hands to begin with, any more than it was in yours. Fear makes people stupid."

For a moment, a flicker of doubt twists across Archer's own features. There, then gone again. He doesn't share what makes him feel it, other than the conversation they've already had, doesn't dive into it. But it's there, that doubt. Even if he will not seem to have a shred in the courtroom. Not one tiny shred.

"But we were never promised that every law people took it into their heads to pass would be good laws. We were only promised the rule of law, for good or ill, and the voice to make changes when it's for ill. But if you want committees…"

He frowns and leans back. And decides to take a tack wholly unrelated to the case, or its outcome.

"Look, we don't know each other. But I do know politics. Few people with super-powers have any political clout. Standing on street corners and raising a sign is a fine American thing to do, but it's not the whole of it. Not even the half of it. You, however, do. Power. Respect from all sides. An unimpeachable character. Were I you, Rogers, I'd get out of the Captain American suit and put on an Indochino one. I'd start using that power, that access, that celebrity to start meeting with politicians behind closed doors. Hell, were I you, I'd run for office myself. If you want committees, or the power to make them, if you want to have real discussions, then put yourself into a position to make them happen. That shield of yours is great for punching Nazi's, but it doesn't make policy. What you need right now is a microphone, and for more than urging the public to calm. And a pen. And you are one of the only powered people in the state who has a chance in Hell in getting them."

* * *

Archer speaks of the importance of the values behind American Law. "I suppose you're right, though I admit I'm not as brushed up on my constitutional law as I should be," Steve admits quietly.

Then the question comes up: Cap for Prez.

"I've been asked to consider it, Archer."

Steve sighs as he considers the idea, putting his hand to brush against his shield. "But I have to be very careful. I pledged my life to encouraging the American Dream. I don't view the American Dream as some sort of ideal life, but rather the values that define the best of our culture and what those that came before us hoped for. If I start making backroom deals, I lose the ability to speak to the American people; I become a power player, just like the rest of the politicians. So I'll work with them, but I'll never be one of them." Steve sighs, as if letting that out was giving some modicum of peace. "If I was unable to be Captain America? Then I might consider it, but until I'm asked to step down or I feel I can't serve in that capacity, I think it might be a bit. God willing."

Having made his minispeech on why heroes like himself shouldn't be government officials, Steve looks toward the sentinel as if still not sure exactly what to make of them. "So, Mr. Archer, are there things we need to talk about now or this merely a notice that we'll be having discussions in the future?"

* * *

Archer nods, seeing the wisdom of that. "The backroom deals," he agrees, "are a pain in the ass and often do make you feel like you need a hot shower. Yet better a room filled with good men and sharks then a room filled with sharks alone."

He shakes his head and says, "It was a request, and you've said yes. Since you have, I'll be calling you up to ask you some more detailed questions later, once I have my case nailed down a little better."

A wry smile as he adds, "I'm not calling anyone up to the stand this time who doesn't want to be there. So by your leave and with your consent? More discussions in the future."

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