Despite best intentions, Steve finds himself drawn to her; attracted to what could have been. He won't remember this, will he? He didn't remember the previous time he'd been here, after all, and the knowledge of it makes it bittersweet. Peggy had seen him come and go far too often, and Steve feels guilty for it -- he can't imagine the heartbreak and the hope, the ache that echoes in him, as well.
He's busy this morning, keeping himself occupied with chopping up wood and general chores around the inn. This way, he doesn't give himself time to brood and spiral; and he gets to make himself useful for people who need his help. The backward nature of this village turns out to be strangely comforting, for some unnerving reason -- and he's trying hard not to think about that. It's the technology, the timeframe this is in, even if it's probably manufactured for the amusement of some nameless, faceless individual getting off on playing observer.
Still, he's surprised when Peggy comes around, and he looks up when he sees her, setting aside the ax. He's worked up a good sweat, and he can't help but brighten when she's around. Reflex, he supposes; he doesn't care.
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Despite best intentions, Steve finds himself drawn to her; attracted to what could have been. He won't remember this, will he? He didn't remember the previous time he'd been here, after all, and the knowledge of it makes it bittersweet. Peggy had seen him come and go far too often, and Steve feels guilty for it -- he can't imagine the heartbreak and the hope, the ache that echoes in him, as well.
He's busy this morning, keeping himself occupied with chopping up wood and general chores around the inn. This way, he doesn't give himself time to brood and spiral; and he gets to make himself useful for people who need his help. The backward nature of this village turns out to be strangely comforting, for some unnerving reason -- and he's trying hard not to think about that. It's the technology, the timeframe this is in, even if it's probably manufactured for the amusement of some nameless, faceless individual getting off on playing observer.
Still, he's surprised when Peggy comes around, and he looks up when he sees her, setting aside the ax. He's worked up a good sweat, and he can't help but brighten when she's around. Reflex, he supposes; he doesn't care.
"Hey."