sixthiterationlogs | The weather outside is frightful

WHO: Sharon and Peggy and Sharon and Steve
WHERE: Peggy's House and the Inn
WHEN: 11/22-23rd
OPEN TO: Peggy and Steve
WARNINGS: none that I can think of, but will update if needed
STATUS: (Closed)

CLOSED TO PEGGY

Sharon would by no means call herself a coward. She was the furthest thing from it actually, in most cases she was the one at the front of the line, willing if not able to contribute, to do whatever is needed to achieve her goals. This is different, however, this is Peggy and it honestly scares the crap out of Sharon to tell her great Aunt the truth.

She knows that is stupid and asinine, but the part of her that watched her Aunt die, is scared that Peggy won’t believe her, after all, she did come across looking like a crazy person when they first met. Sharon didn’t blame her actually because she was in such shock that Peggy was alive and well, never mind standing in front of her introducing herself. It wasn’t one of Sharon’s finest moments, which is why she know stands in front of her door, raising her hand and knocking.

CLOSED TO STEVE

Sharon was on her way to the inn, the snow blowing in her face. She had her head down and her hands tucked deeply into her pockets. Her plan today was to track down Steve Rogers or die trying. She had heard rumblings that he was around, but she had yet to talk to him. She hadn’t sought him out, and they somehow kept missing each other. There was also the awkwardness of Aunt Peggy being here to contend with as well.

She figured Steve had to have a place here, but the Inn seemed to be her best bet. A gust of wind blew through, knocking her back a few steps.

“Seriously?”

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Peggy opens her mouth to call out to Barnes before she remembers that he's not there anymore (at least, not the version that lived here). Pausing in the curls she's been putting into her hair, she heads to the door to greet whomever is visiting. She has to admit, though, that she hadn't expected it to be that young woman she had met earlier. Sharon, was it?

"Hello," she says, aiming to keep friendly as she's been given no reason to be anything but warm and polite to her, even if she's not sure why the visit. "Can I help you?"

Sharon swallowed and cleared her throat softly, looking down at the ground before steeling herself to look at her Aunt again. "Um, yeah.... hi," She said, shifting from one foot to another.

"Do you think I could come in?" She asked. "I promise I'll explain."

Peggy's not sure what could have precipitated such a visit, but she steps aside to gesture for Sharon to come inside, a touch confused, but unwilling to just leave the poor girl on the step. "Yes, of course, come in," she coaxes, even if she's not entirely sure what the explanation is. "Don't mind the mess," she calls over her shoulder. "I'm just trying to move some things about to make it look a touch more lived in, not that Sergeant Barnes is gone."

Gone and back, she supposes, though hardly the same man.

"Thank you," Sharon said quietly, stepping in and looking around. The house didn't look that bad to her, but then again Aunt Peggy was meticulous, so this probably did feel messy to her. Sharon was still trying to figure out how to drop her bombshell when Peggy mentioned Bucky.

"Wait, Bucky's here? Has Steve seen him yet?" Sharon asked and then gaped, because she should probably back up. "You might need to sit, but I have something to tell you, and you taught me to be direct. She took a breath. "My name is Sharon Carter, and I am your great-niece."

"I don't know, but he's not the same man as he was before. Different," she says, not even thinking about the arm given that all her mind can focus on is the part where he seems so much more hardened and serious than before. She's about to open her mouth and say something else about that, but then she goes on. "My..."

She stares at her, reaching behind her to find her balance when she feels like it's spinning away from her. Peggy's apparently had enough time to teach her things, but right now, she can't even focus on that. Michael, she thinks, her brother taken too soon from her. "How old are you? When were you born?" she blurts out, feeling decidedly graceless.

Sharon rushed forward grabbing at her Aunt to steady her. The last thing in the world that she wanted was to scare the life out of her, especially when she just got her back. She guided her towards a chair, but left it up to her whether she wanted to sit. She just didn't want her to fall.

"Let me get you some water," Sharon said rushing from the room, giving herself a chance to regroup too, returning quickly, crouching down in front of her, holding the glass out. "I'm 29," She said smiling slightly. "My parents were killed when I was young, and well.... you took me in. How old are you now?"

Peggy lightly pushes away as she regains her own balance, not wanting to feel (and look) helpless. Honestly, the whole thing is a bit mad, given that she'd really hardly known that she'd been an Aunt, what with the children being so small and Michael being taken from them so many years ago. With the war and her worry over seeing her brother in his child, she hadn't been able to visit very often.

Just as soon as she's coming to grips with things, sipping the water, another strange thing bubbles before her. She nearly chokes on the water as she lets out a dark laugh. "You're older than me," Peggy says. "I'm only twenty-six."

Sharon moved a step back before kneeling down again, laying her hands on her knees. This was the last thing that she wanted to do, upset her Aunt Peggy. She was so stunned to see her alive that she couldn't tell her then. She thought she would wait and somehow make it easier, but it hadn't been at all.

She sighed softly, looking at her Aunt.

"I'm sorry. I should have done this better. Not, blurt it out like that," She said. "I thought you looked young," She replied with a smile. "You showed me pictures you know?"

"Did I?" It's one thing to know that you have a future and a life like this from Tony, but that had been an association thanks to Howard. This is blood. Not only that, but apparently she's Aunt Peggy twiceover here, and if that doesn't make her feel old, then she honestly doesn't know what will, despite the fact that she's younger than the both of them. "I don't know how much you should be telling me," she warns Sharon. "What if you tell me something that then impacts the future timeline, somehow?"

Peggy is still banking on getting out of here, after all, and she doesn't want to muck it all up. "I wouldn't want to change anything for you."

It's as good a place as any to try to find him. He's not living at the inn, but he's there probably more than he's ever at the house he shares with Sam. It's a gathering place, an easier way to get warm quickly than building your own fire and waiting for it to heat a room, and Natasha and now Bucky are both staying there.

She won't have any luck in that direction, though, at least at the moment. Namely because Steve's out in the same weather she is, on the same road, a few steps behind her when the wind blows through. The truth is they haven't somehow been missing each other; he knows exactly how, because he's been avoiding her. You might even say he doesn't especially want to see her, but once he'd realized she was on the road several feet ahead of him he was neither so cowardly or angry with her to turn tail and run. So he'd caught up to her instead, in time to shoot out his hand and catch her by the elbow so she doesn't slip on the ice below their feet.

"Stealthy," he says, just over the wind, brows raised slightly and his breath fogging the air with the word. He drops his hand again, puts it back into his pocket.

Sharon's head whipped around because she was fully expecting to hit the ground, but instead found her caught by the very person that she had tried to avoid. She raised an eyebrow at him, and pulled her jacket tighter around her.

"Is there some reason I need to be stealthy Steve?" She asked, over the wind as well. She glanced at him and let her eyes sweep over him briefly before turning them towards the road. "I told Aunt Peggy, just so you know."

He's about to retort that she clearly needs to be stealthy enough not to fall on her backside, but she cuts him off with that revelation. He's taken aback by it, the air curling coldly into his lungs on an inhale instead before he presses his lips together. It doesn't do much to slow the unpleasant thumping of his heart in his chest, and he stares at her profile, the way she hadn't even looked at him as she'd said it.

"There's a lot of things that could mean," he says, finally.

Sharon glanced at him, tilting her head slightly. "That she is my aunt," She said slowly. She smiled slightly as she looked out at all the snow flying.

"I have to ask though.... what did you think I was talking about?"

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