I have exactly 0 evidence that Leon and Rutee are related but I am 100% sure they are secretly siblings
a week later and ten more hours into this game my feelings on this have not changed despite a continuing lack of evidence of any kind
FUCKING HELL I WAS RIGHT THIS IS RIDICULOUS
i don’t care if a character is immortal i want to know their age. their exact age. i want to know how many centuries they’ve been around. if they died before they became immortal i want to know how old they were then. don’t give me that “age: immortal” shit. do not go there
I don’t think anyone understands the urgent need I have for a Cap 2/Elementary crossover with joggingbuddies!Sam and Joan
No, seriously. They’ve taken the same route for years, mainly making small talk over warm-up and leg stretches, just appreciating each others company and taking it for granted.
But then Joan leaves medicine and her old apartment and Sam is shipped to Afghanistan and both just drop out of each other’s lives because no one ever thought of exchanging contact info.
Until the search for Bucky leads Sam and Steve to New York and they lay low for a while, and Sam bumps into Joan again. They spend a few days catching up, and Joan talks about going from sober companion to consulting detective, Sam talks about being a councillor, about how exhausting but rewarding it is. And they both talk about loss, and no on really talks about what it is that drove them into care, about the need to repent, but maybe they don’t have to.
So of course Joan invites them both over to the Brownstone and Sherlock is beaming like it’s Christmas morning because case, Watson! Case! And who would better suited to help catch a Soviet ex-assasin than the best consulting detective in the world, right?
Except, no, fuck this, crime solving is one thing, but this is a brainwashed amnesiac ex-assassin with a metal arm they’re talking about and it’s going to lead to explosions so Joan politely sends the two on their way with a lead to Europe, her patriotism be damned.
oh, and next time Sherlock brings him an unusual pet from the case, like a cobra or a cockatoo or something, Joan can’t retort with anything because Watson, may I remind you that you brought home Captain America from your morning jog.
#boom#i accept this as a potential and awesome alternative universe#where one day sherlock is ‘running an errand’ and he’s gone for weeks#and joan’s used to this#he sends the occasional text#mostly observations of his surroundings#he’s learned how to snapchat and he includes a bunch of captions like#those two right there ‘affair not too subtle are they?’#and then it’s radio silence for a few days#and joan is getting worried#like honestly worried that ms hudson is sleeping over#bc the brownstone with its small noises#is too much and greg and marcus check up on her#marcus even makes her a casserole and she ms hudson alfredo and bell eat it#while complaining about sherlock#but their phones are all on their pocket#waiting for that text for a lead to where he’s gone#and then one day#joan is in the brownstone while ms hudson is shopping#and she’s talking to clyde and shelock just strolls on him#and joan would give in a thing or two#but he’s lugging a person#this man that looks like part half drowned cat mixed with doberman and the eyes of the war torn veterans#she helps when she has free time#and omg sherlock animals are one thing#but former assassins are one thing#and she says she won’t feed but#but they both know it’s a lie the moment it left her lips#bc joan is already assessing the damage and making#a checklist of their first aid inventory (via calamityeggplant)