[ Like a bus, or an airplane, or anything else that moves past under its own steam. A train. Although thinking of trains often leads to thinking of the Alps and Steve isn't ready to open up that particular wound right now.
Especially when another one is offered up on a silver platter. He can't deny it's wonderful to see Peg. Alive and well and young again. Feisty, ready to take on the world at the drop of a hat. But. But. It's also terrible. A wound he can't close again because she's there in the village and he doesn't know how to cope. ]
Yeah, it is nice. Peggy Carter is a hell of a woman. [ and predictably, his voice cracks on 'is'. ] She died. Back home. Had dementia the last few years of her life. Didn't always remember who people were.
[ Or that he'd been found and thawed. So many visits had been a merry-go-round of anguish. ]
I was one of the pallbearers at her funeral. [ which means, yes, he'd had to bury his best girl. ]
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[ Like a bus, or an airplane, or anything else that moves past under its own steam. A train. Although thinking of trains often leads to thinking of the Alps and Steve isn't ready to open up that particular wound right now.
Especially when another one is offered up on a silver platter. He can't deny it's wonderful to see Peg. Alive and well and young again. Feisty, ready to take on the world at the drop of a hat. But. But. It's also terrible. A wound he can't close again because she's there in the village and he doesn't know how to cope. ]
Yeah, it is nice. Peggy Carter is a hell of a woman. [ and predictably, his voice cracks on 'is'. ] She died. Back home. Had dementia the last few years of her life. Didn't always remember who people were.
[ Or that he'd been found and thawed. So many visits had been a merry-go-round of anguish. ]
I was one of the pallbearers at her funeral. [ which means, yes, he'd had to bury his best girl. ]