womanofvalue: (tastes good)
womanofvalue ([personal profile] womanofvalue) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2017-09-01 06:06 pm

she's a real peach!

WHO: Peggy Carter
WHERE: Peach Trees - 7I
WHEN: August 31st
OPEN TO: Bucky Barnes
WARNINGS: n/a


It's almost exciting to have so many new things to explore, to the point that Peggy has stopped looking past the why. Well, that's hardly true. She's never going to stop wondering why these things are here, but she can at least enjoy the fruits of their spoils. Literally, in this case, given that she's dragged Bucky out to the grove of peach trees in the name of exploration. That ocean or lake or whatever it had been has yielded nothing, along with the strange room they can't breach (but that weighs on her mind), and it's left her wanting more answers and receiving none.

She's using the peach trees as an excuse both to get out of her house, but also to drag Bucky with her, because perhaps, if there's anyone, he might understand what's been troubling her lately. Unfortunately, that does require Peggy to inevitably talk about the vials of blood and how they've put her in such a place in the past, not to mention the other emotional icebergs that Steve Rogers presents.

"Here," she says, already half-climbed atop a tree and fishing around for some of the peaches to drop down, craning back as she uses a branch to support her as she winces, seeing that she'd just narrowly missed striking Barnes in the head. "Duck?" she offers, belatedly, perching on a little spot halfway up the tree with a peach in hand.

They're quite good, actually. They must be something else, given that she'd heard rumours of people healing after eating them, but as far as she's concerned, all she really wants is the fresh fruit.
lefthandfree: (in pieces)

[personal profile] lefthandfree 2017-12-01 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
“Peggy,” he calls after her, somewhat tiredly but otherwise more pleading with her patience. He understands her view of things, especially with the mention of how she tries to implicate her own doings as having changed any of her worth. But he doesn’t need to know whatever details she thinks are so important. He already knows how the story ends, and nothing can erase the good she has done, all of it amounting to far more than he’d ever managed himself.

He tosses the leftover pit of his devoured peach aside, hurriedly adding a few more peaches to his satchel before rising to trot after her.

“Peggy, c’mon. You think I don't know what it's like? Knowing a guy like Steve? Growing up with him? Then seeing how once the world noticed him they put him high up above everyone else and treated him like some paragon?” A few paces back and hardly pressed to keep up, Bucky shakes his head, sorrow and that bittersweet longing for simpler times filling him.

“You think he liked that? Likes that? He’s just a guy, for Chrissakes. He knows he ain’t perfect, so don’t you start acting like he has to be too. Don't act like him crashing that plane was all selflessness. You know that's not it at all.”