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sixthiterationlogs2017-09-01 06:00 pm
womanofvalue) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-09-01 06:00 pm
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a sigh is just a sigh
WHO: Peggy Carter
WHERE: Outside the Inn
WHEN: September 1st
OPEN TO: Steve Rogers
WARNINGS: n/a
It's been an odd few weeks most recently, what with one thing after another. Part of her feels like there are pieces of this puzzle that she's missing, because it seems far too obvious that the flu had somehow been connected to the opening to the other side of the village, not to mention that strange room of samples. It's the latter that's truly weighing on her, tugging at old, raw memories that she doesn't like to think about. Every night, she dreams about standing on the Brooklyn Bridge with what she'd thought was Steve's last vial of blood, but she'd been wrong, hadn't she?
What if they've got more of it here? What if this is some elaborate scheme to get at Erskine's serum and she's been looking past the obvious the whole time? Part of her is also aware that she's using the incident and discovery as a way to ignore the other dreams she's been having. Steve has been here with her for months now and Peggy is no closer to understanding how to open up and tell him how she feels if it isn't already glaringly obvious.
Every time she closes her eyes, she thinks about bloody Steve Rogers and how she'd kept trying to protect him even after he'd gone, like somehow she could save him when he had been frozen so far away from her. Will this just be another retreat of last time, another instance of Peggy being unable to do anything but let fate trod all over her and take away what she'd just figured out she wanted. It's these thoughts that plague the back of her mind as she wanders around the village to try and give herself inspiration and perhaps it's simply her mind directing her there or the universe pointing her that way, but she ends up finding Steve outside, working, and isn't entirely sure whether she's prepared.
Well, now she has to be, she decides, never one to shy away from something potentially difficult.
WHERE: Outside the Inn
WHEN: September 1st
OPEN TO: Steve Rogers
WARNINGS: n/a
It's been an odd few weeks most recently, what with one thing after another. Part of her feels like there are pieces of this puzzle that she's missing, because it seems far too obvious that the flu had somehow been connected to the opening to the other side of the village, not to mention that strange room of samples. It's the latter that's truly weighing on her, tugging at old, raw memories that she doesn't like to think about. Every night, she dreams about standing on the Brooklyn Bridge with what she'd thought was Steve's last vial of blood, but she'd been wrong, hadn't she?
What if they've got more of it here? What if this is some elaborate scheme to get at Erskine's serum and she's been looking past the obvious the whole time? Part of her is also aware that she's using the incident and discovery as a way to ignore the other dreams she's been having. Steve has been here with her for months now and Peggy is no closer to understanding how to open up and tell him how she feels if it isn't already glaringly obvious.
Every time she closes her eyes, she thinks about bloody Steve Rogers and how she'd kept trying to protect him even after he'd gone, like somehow she could save him when he had been frozen so far away from her. Will this just be another retreat of last time, another instance of Peggy being unable to do anything but let fate trod all over her and take away what she'd just figured out she wanted. It's these thoughts that plague the back of her mind as she wanders around the village to try and give herself inspiration and perhaps it's simply her mind directing her there or the universe pointing her that way, but she ends up finding Steve outside, working, and isn't entirely sure whether she's prepared.
Well, now she has to be, she decides, never one to shy away from something potentially difficult.
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This cannot last -- it's a dream that will disappear when they return home, back to their time; and Steve knows of the people he has to save and protect, the ones who are depending on him. They walk together like they've done this a hundred thousand times before, and he finds himself mulling over her initial words, the blame she carries, still, and he pauses.
No, he can't pretend he hadn't heard that.
"Peggy. It's not your fault." She knows that, doesn't she? She has to.
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She finds herself walking nearer to Steve, keeping well-clear of the axe, but close enough that her hips brush against his every few strides, like she's checking into reality with the sheer presence of him. "I should have known, in my heart, that you were still out there." It's a wistful and sweet thought, one she knows is silly.
"I've also been told enough to know that what waits for you in the future is greater than me," she admits, as much as it aches to hear it, "but at the same time, I don't very much care what people in the future needed, some nights." Not the nights when she thought of herself as Peggy and not Agent. She pauses too give him a long look, reaching out for his hand to tug and prod him along. "I can feel guilty all that I'd like. It's hardly the only guilt on my conscience, I assure you that you're not taking up all the space."