Cleared out a room for you aboard the Starstruck. You'refree to put in your transfer with the Atroma, but I won't report you if you make the move before all the Ts are crossed and Is dotted. We always did have a loose relationship with protocol.
- Peggy
[ a casual tone for a casual message. she's hardly even an agent, here. ]
[SO YOU'VE BEEN FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO MOVE TO AND FRO ON THE STARSTRUCK WITHOUT MEETING THIS GUY, HUH. That's really something. Good job. Though to be fair, Max is usually a silent force, and often lingering on the planet and working on building his credits down there. Today, though, he's got his arms elbow-deep in one of the shuttle's guts before he notices the tall man wandering back in.
Stranger danger. His alert is on. He steps out, squinting at Steve.]
Who're you.
[It's spoken in a flat, unwelcoming, unfriendly way, with a faint hint of suspicion and annoyance. He doesn't like people who wander in without him knowing who they are; this space is supposed to be relatively safe, fortified, and it drives him bonkers when strangers pop in (which is hardly new, but he's him, so he hates it).
Gonna just size you up, because poor 5'8, 5'9 Max isn't really up to snuff against the tall muscular supersoldier dude. Max may be muscular and sturdy in shape, but he can tell this is yet another situation where he's definitely overpowered. At least he has a gun this time, m'kay.
He's as prepared as anyone can be with Peggy's explanations and insistence that he will listen and be patient and try which he eventually agreed to ( as if he ever had a choice or a chance ). he straightens up, lifts his arms to show he's unarmed ]
[ he's moving boxes at the marketplace, helping out more for the sake of something to do than for the acorns. he doesn't quite run over, the message is casual enough not to make him thing there's any trouble but still, if something is somehow amiss -
a quick walk, then followed by a knock on the door, followed by a semi-concerned hey.
it's pretty clear the birthday subject never really made it to his head ]
((OOC: For this text, Loki has temporarily stolen Finn's communicator--with the player's permission--to send from that just in case one of the other Avengers has a way of tracing anonymous postings.))
hey captain rogers there is a guy named general hux who is basically a space nazi he blew up an entire star system multiple planets and killed a lot of people and he's talking big here about continuing to work on his projects thought you should know
[ -- peggy doesn't always check-in with steve. or the rest of her crew, really. she knows she doesn't need to. she trusts them, and she hopes they trust her. and perhaps it's simply easier if she doesn't explain to them how she's triple-dipping in the three different factions.
today -- tonight, really, with the way the light's waning -- she's deep in the heart of moxie territory. she's adorned in their colours: red and gold. even her hair is a kind of goldish, fetching colour. it doesn't mean she's recognizable. in the end, her lipstick is still the same colour. and she walks with the same easy confidence.
she's bartering, but doing so loudly -- as though she wants to be heard by more than the man trying to sell some rather patchy looking body armour. her voice has dropped all hint of britishness. she sounds thoroughly american. ] My credits are good, sugar. I only hope your vests are, too.
[ in the end, she's not after the vests. she's hoping a second vendor across the way would hear her flashing her cash and try to entice her with a better offer. ah, that moxie competitive nature! she intends to use it to her advantage.
she may yet not realize that steve rogers is anywhere nearby. ]
[ so this place beats the hell out of the poisoned moon but it's still nowhere near the hand holding planet. The people are split to three and no matter how much he asks, offers, advises, no one would consider a unison. Maybe it reminds him of the state of the Avengers in a way or maybe Steve is tired of hunting tall birds but either way, he's not a fan of this place.
He makes an effort not to wear colors that can hint of any fraction or mix them up, anything to show he is not siding with any fraction. His travels take him from the starstruck to the farm and back. At least the people there seem less keen on affiliations.
There is the usual uproar of trade, vendors offering their goods to an American girl that steve passes by and has to smile at because she sounds like the film stars of old, something about the semantics. He manages a 'how do you do' before moving onward and he almost starts to think that it's nice to know there are people on the fleet he hasn't even met yet when he stops, frowns and looks back.
It couldn't be. But then it hits him - the hand holding planet, a conversation at the beach, Peggy smiled at his awe over her heels and mentioned something about a blonde --
Incredulous, he walks back, to the young lady in the red dress and - ]
Well I'll be damned.
[ because if it isn't Peggy Carter. He knows the lipstick and the smile ( he stubbornly refuses to look anywhere else ) but other than that - he almost passed her over as a total stranger. ]
Hey, Steve. I'm Stefan Salvatore, captain of the SS Paisley. This may seem out of the blue, but I was told that you were also from my time. Or I lived during your time.
[The specifics don't entirely matter at this point, he thinks.]
I think we might have some common ground there, so uh, I was wondering... would you like to meet up? Maybe grab a bite at Malum or something?
[ you know, stefan, this is officially the weirdest invitation to dinner he has ever received. there is a moment of silence before steve clears his throat. captain america may be a national symbol but the man himself is almost awkward. ]
Stefan, it's nice meeting you.
[ an odd introduction but at least it's upfront. ]
[ in theory, it's just one day like any other day. there's no proper sun to judge the hours. no earth's rotation to measure time, either. but they can schedule their own christmas -- and together, the fleet has done exactly that. despite a streak of rebelliousness, peggy plays along with the choice. and for weeks, now, she's had a slim volume of poetry stashed beneath her bed.
truthfully, she'd been on the fence about it. hadn't really managed to convince herself the gift was a good idea. but then everything that had happened at the hotel had seemingly precipitated some fresh chapter in their lives, here. so she found a bit of cloth and she wrapped the book up snugly and now -- back on the starstruck for christmas -- she frets over how to give it to him.
in the end, she decides to leave it on his bed. he'll cross paths with it eventually. and when he unwraps it, he'll find a copy of sonnets from the portuguese. ]
The location isn't bad and some of the restaurants sell something that passes itself for hot chocolate, some of the ships he visited for gift-giving are decorated with little lights and handmade christmas trees. it seems that, despite the circumstances, people seem to have done a lot to create a fitting atmosphere for the holiday. having left with a pile of presents to distribute, he returns with his own, a batch of red and white twinkle lights and a rather good mood. Lights are hung and presents are put neatly on his bedside table, he's quite ready to look for Christmas songs on the communicator's database when he notices he might have forgotten one.
no card, well that just can't be but as much as he goes through his things, he can't seem to find one that has been misplaced. frowning, he unwraps it. it takes a moment or two of curious flipping of pages before he smiles and places it at the top of the pile.
reaching beneath the bed, he fishes out a box wrapped in paper - with the lack of wrappings he had taken to draw a pattern on his own, this one is white with pale blue snowflakes - and goes to knock on her door.
they might not teach people in Britain the art of trading presents but he refuses to let her get away with getting hers the traditional way. ]
[ she wakes like clockwork. false lighting and no conventional clocks on hand but peggy carter always feels a hunch that it's sunrise when she escapes sleep. but for the last two weeks there's been a broad-shouldered spanner thrust into the works of her usual morning routine. even today, he's thrown an arm over her body and seems to have curled her securely against him. comfortable. cozy. incorrigible. ]
-- Steve. [ she whispers. steve, she says again. peggy doubts he's really asleep. rather, he knows that 'sleeping' buys him a few more minutes before she begins the daily attempt to pry him off of her. she slides her palm from his elbow to his wrist and works her fingers beneath his hand. she shimmies away from steve. the first attempt is always gentle -- coaxing -- as though she's willing to pretend he's asleep. pretend she's reluctant to wake him with her absence. ]
he has a strict routine at home as far as jogs and training sessions go and he still does both. only that now he starts on his routine a while later. it's a rather easy adjustment for him, one that has started back at the hotel and has now become a daily matter.
it's convincing Peggy that proves to be a challenge.
he's very fond of her in these early morning hours, without the neat hair and war paint, warm and beautiful in the most natural of ways. nobody can blame a fella for hogging some of her time, all things considered/
he's in the comfortable place, right between being awake and half asleep and for a change, he's quite content to stay there. he doesn't usually ignore Peggy but her attempts go unanswered until she nudges away and the reaction is immediate.
he moves an arm to her waist and tugs her back into place, shifting to spoon her and very stubbornly returning to sleep. ]
[ this is oddly abrupt but steve doesn't think too much of it. he's a rather captive audience; he isn't so keen on this planet. He puts away the book he's reading ( Shakespeare's greatest sonnets ) and quickly types an answer. ]
[ not so long after a conversation held in the marisva's little pop culture nook, peggy takes it upon herself to make good on her threat. the night cycles have only gotten more and more challenging as mere acquaintances and trusted allies alike are exposed to the tender underbelly of her mind. it's exhausting -- and apart from that one morning she'd woken after steve had been there, every visit feels as though it ends in defeat whenever another person manages to wrangle the blood sample from her younger self.
she wakes up yearning for him again: for his safety and his security and the certainty of his presence. every night leads to a morning where she realizes how unprepared she is to lose him once more.
so, on this morning, she slips out of her assigned room almost immediately after waking. soon enough, others will trickle into the halls -- they all seem to 'wake' at the same time, barring anyone who chooses to laze about. bare-footed and wearing the simple (inelegant) lounge-wear provided for her, she steal her way to steve's room and toggles the door controls. due to ill-use or a glitch, it seems to hang for a moment before it opens fully -- but when it does, she's treated to the reassuring sight of him still in his bed.
peggy's no fool. she understands that he'd likely heard someone at his door. if he didn't wake at its opening, he certainly would when it closes behind her. although she's never managed to test the boundaries of his peak hearing, she would rather overestimate it above the alternative.
she sighs out the breath that she's been holding and crawls into his bed. now, it's her turn to secure an arm around his waist and pull him possessively against her front. she noses into his neck and gifts a kiss to the apex of his spine.
good morning, she communicates without a word said. ]
steve wakes up feeling even more tired than he was when he went to sleep. falling asleep feels forced. not entirely surprising, given the nightmare world that waits in the darker hours of the night. he simply knows there isn't no way to stay awake through it. they'll send him to the dance hall by force if they have to.
this night wasn't too different. he remembers it all too well, the music and the missed dance. he closes his eyes and wills the images to disappear.
he's half asleep when she arrives. he doesn't startle at the sound of her footsteps, he knows them by heart, same as the sound of her breathing. it allows him to stay in the pleasant place between sleep and awake when she slips close. he smiles, murmurs her name, his fingers lacing with hers. ]
[ -- so maybe it's not quite the birthday he'd been hoping for. it's not comfortable, with them snuggled up on the starstruck as though it's a home away from home. it's not particularly thrilling, either, because there's no foreign planet to explore and abscond to together.
but there are movies. and (somehow) steve talks her into cramming them both into a viewing nook and sharing headphones to watch jaws. and (somehow) she enjoys it. a sly smile gets pinned to the rising action, and maybe, just maybe, her heart races a little at the adventure of it all.
afterward, sharing a meal that's not nearly quite so celebratory as she'd like, peggy raises a glass of off-taste amber alcohol to 'toast' him. ]
To many more -- [ she leans forward on the dining hall table with an elbow. ] You know, I have a gift for you. But it got left back on the Starstruck. You'll have to wait.
[ last year, pinkie pie threw steve a party due to prank advice from one tony stark. a year passed and they are both gone now. a lot has changed, too. steve might never see pinkie pie again but he will see tony stark and there would be no congratulations exchanged and no prank parties.
he thinks he should have made more of the time he was here but that thought is neither here nor there. instead, there's the marsiva, the new hosts, the on-going nightly terrors. all in all, steve thinks he and peggy had done a good job making something of this day. it's a small victory against atroma's best attempts to bring down their spirits.
he has a cup of make-do coffee to clink against hers. ]
Thank you.
[ the day itself has been gift enough in the middle of all this madness but he quirks an eyebrow. ]
[ she'd woken from her enchanted slumber with a start -- alone but for a pair of dogs (dogs?) crowding her in her bedroom. a crush of memories, brief but potent, still swirl around her thoughts and she feels almost sick when she thinks on what's happened. but there's a relief, too, in waking up here.
eventually, priorities assert themselves. she reaches out. ]
[ he was on the bridge, really but he makes a stop at the kitchen to get her a cup of tea. In five minutes he makes his appearance, slipping inside and frowning. ]
They're still - get off -
[ he's usually more of a dog person but it's been a trying week. ]
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Date: 2016-05-14 03:29 pm (UTC)Cleared out a room for you aboard the Starstruck. You'refree to put in your transfer with the Atroma, but I won't report you if you make the move before all the Ts are crossed and Is dotted. We always did have a loose relationship with protocol.
- Peggy
[ a casual tone for a casual message. she's hardly even an agent, here. ]
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Date: 2016-05-14 03:48 pm (UTC)[ for a moment he's at lost at what to write. most men would try for funny or charming, steve ends up with ]
Thank you.
for
the protocol and the offer
[ he can hear Natasha somewhere in the world sighing, Rogers, what? ]
I'll be there shortly.
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Date: 2016-05-16 11:26 am (UTC)Stranger danger. His alert is on. He steps out, squinting at Steve.]
Who're you.
[It's spoken in a flat, unwelcoming, unfriendly way, with a faint hint of suspicion and annoyance. He doesn't like people who wander in without him knowing who they are; this space is supposed to be relatively safe, fortified, and it drives him bonkers when strangers pop in (which is hardly new, but he's him, so he hates it).
Gonna just size you up, because poor 5'8, 5'9 Max isn't really up to snuff against the tall muscular supersoldier dude. Max may be muscular and sturdy in shape, but he can tell this is yet another situation where he's definitely overpowered. At least he has a gun this time, m'kay.
........... Hi, I'm Max, Peggy told you about me.
'Sup.]
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Date: 2016-05-17 05:54 pm (UTC)He's as prepared as anyone can be with Peggy's explanations and insistence that he will listen and be patient and try which he eventually agreed to ( as if he ever had a choice or a chance ). he straightens up, lifts his arms to show he's unarmed ]
Steve Rogers, security.
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Date: 2016-06-01 08:38 pm (UTC)[ attached file: star spangled man with a plan.mp4 ]
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Date: 2016-06-01 08:52 pm (UTC)be brave, Rogers, don't feed the troll ]
I used to know all their names.
[ he has to smile a little, this is a piece of nostalgic, after all but wait ]
You know it's obscene to talk about ladies like this.
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Date: 2016-07-05 02:42 pm (UTC)[ yes, this is birthday related. no, she isn't going to make that overtly obvious. ]
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Date: 2016-07-05 07:23 pm (UTC)a quick walk, then followed by a knock on the door, followed by a semi-concerned hey.
it's pretty clear the birthday subject never really made it to his head ]
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Date: 2016-08-06 08:15 pm (UTC)[ Now is as good a time as any. They're back in orbit and unfortunately, not on the planet anymore. Steve's had time to settle himself, at least. ]
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Date: 2016-08-06 08:28 pm (UTC)is everything ok?
I can come over
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Date: 2016-08-06 09:22 pm (UTC)So who's going to tell the other Maximoff that he's dead?
[ what's happening fearless leader ]
Assuming he doesn't already know, anyway. Time is kind of in flux here. Obviously.
[ pause ]
I'm guessing he's trustworthy enough to be added to our super secret club.
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Date: 2016-08-06 09:26 pm (UTC)I think we can wait for him to settle down and understand what's going on before having that conversation.
[ and then, at once ]
Not you.
[ he honestly doesn't trust Tony to tell anyone anything, ok. ]
It's up to Wanda to decide if she wants to or not and when.
[ he still can't bring himself to tell Peggy about visiting her in her future, he won't have this talk unless he 100% has to ]
He is. it's not a club.
[ good grief. ]
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Date: 2016-08-16 05:02 am (UTC)hey captain rogers there is a guy named general hux who is basically a space nazi he blew up an entire star system multiple planets and killed a lot of people and he's talking big here about continuing to work on his projects thought you should know
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Date: 2016-08-17 08:39 pm (UTC)Do you have any proof that he's planning to hurt people here?
[ well now he has to check this out, thanks, Loki. ]
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Date: 2016-08-31 12:05 am (UTC)today -- tonight, really, with the way the light's waning -- she's deep in the heart of moxie territory. she's adorned in their colours: red and gold. even her hair is a kind of goldish, fetching colour. it doesn't mean she's recognizable. in the end, her lipstick is still the same colour. and she walks with the same easy confidence.
she's bartering, but doing so loudly -- as though she wants to be heard by more than the man trying to sell some rather patchy looking body armour. her voice has dropped all hint of britishness. she sounds thoroughly american. ] My credits are good, sugar. I only hope your vests are, too.
[ in the end, she's not after the vests. she's hoping a second vendor across the way would hear her flashing her cash and try to entice her with a better offer. ah, that moxie competitive nature! she intends to use it to her advantage.
she may yet not realize that steve rogers is anywhere nearby. ]
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Date: 2016-08-31 12:44 am (UTC)He makes an effort not to wear colors that can hint of any fraction or mix them up, anything to show he is not siding with any fraction. His travels take him from the starstruck to the farm and back. At least the people there seem less keen on affiliations.
There is the usual uproar of trade, vendors offering their goods to an American girl that steve passes by and has to smile at because she sounds like the film stars of old, something about the semantics. He manages a 'how do you do' before moving onward and he almost starts to think that it's nice to know there are people on the fleet he hasn't even met yet when he stops, frowns and looks back.
It couldn't be. But then it hits him - the hand holding planet, a conversation at the beach, Peggy smiled at his awe over her heels and mentioned something about a blonde --
Incredulous, he walks back, to the young lady in the red dress and - ]
Well I'll be damned.
[ because if it isn't Peggy Carter. He knows the lipstick and the smile ( he stubbornly refuses to look anywhere else ) but other than that - he almost passed her over as a total stranger. ]
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Date: 2016-12-02 10:02 pm (UTC)[The specifics don't entirely matter at this point, he thinks.]
I think we might have some common ground there, so uh, I was wondering... would you like to meet up? Maybe grab a bite at Malum or something?
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Date: 2016-12-03 06:14 pm (UTC)Stefan, it's nice meeting you.
[ an odd introduction but at least it's upfront. ]
I'd like that, whenever you have the time.
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Date: 2016-12-23 04:44 pm (UTC)truthfully, she'd been on the fence about it. hadn't really managed to convince herself the gift was a good idea. but then everything that had happened at the hotel had seemingly precipitated some fresh chapter in their lives, here. so she found a bit of cloth and she wrapped the book up snugly and now -- back on the starstruck for christmas -- she frets over how to give it to him.
in the end, she decides to leave it on his bed. he'll cross paths with it eventually. and when he unwraps it, he'll find a copy of sonnets from the portuguese. ]
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Date: 2016-12-23 06:04 pm (UTC)The location isn't bad and some of the restaurants sell something that passes itself for hot chocolate, some of the ships he visited for gift-giving are decorated with little lights and handmade christmas trees. it seems that, despite the circumstances, people seem to have done a lot to create a fitting atmosphere for the holiday. having left with a pile of presents to distribute, he returns with his own, a batch of red and white twinkle lights and a rather good mood. Lights are hung and presents are put neatly on his bedside table, he's quite ready to look for Christmas songs on the communicator's database when he notices he might have forgotten one.
no card, well that just can't be but as much as he goes through his things, he can't seem to find one that has been misplaced. frowning, he unwraps it. it takes a moment or two of curious flipping of pages before he smiles and places it at the top of the pile.
reaching beneath the bed, he fishes out a box wrapped in paper - with the lack of wrappings he had taken to draw a pattern on his own, this one is white with pale blue snowflakes - and goes to knock on her door.
they might not teach people in Britain the art of trading presents but he refuses to let her get away with getting hers the traditional way. ]
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Date: 2017-01-19 05:19 pm (UTC)-- Steve. [ she whispers. steve, she says again. peggy doubts he's really asleep. rather, he knows that 'sleeping' buys him a few more minutes before she begins the daily attempt to pry him off of her. she slides her palm from his elbow to his wrist and works her fingers beneath his hand. she shimmies away from steve. the first attempt is always gentle -- coaxing -- as though she's willing to pretend he's asleep. pretend she's reluctant to wake him with her absence. ]
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Date: 2017-01-19 06:32 pm (UTC)he has a strict routine at home as far as jogs and training sessions go and he still does both. only that now he starts on his routine a while later. it's a rather easy adjustment for him, one that has started back at the hotel and has now become a daily matter.
it's convincing Peggy that proves to be a challenge.
he's very fond of her in these early morning hours, without the neat hair and war paint, warm and beautiful in the most natural of ways. nobody can blame a fella for hogging some of her time, all things considered/
he's in the comfortable place, right between being awake and half asleep and for a change, he's quite content to stay there. he doesn't usually ignore Peggy but her attempts go unanswered until she nudges away and the reaction is immediate.
he moves an arm to her waist and tugs her back into place, shifting to spoon her and very stubbornly returning to sleep. ]
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Date: 2017-03-27 06:24 pm (UTC)Would now be a good time to come over? I finally managed to find those colored pencils I was talking about.
[ . . . and learn some fascinating information from Kate, but time, place, etc.]
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Date: 2017-03-27 07:03 pm (UTC)Yeah, that would be good.
thank you, by the way, for remembering.
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Date: 2017-06-18 12:41 pm (UTC)she wakes up yearning for him again: for his safety and his security and the certainty of his presence. every night leads to a morning where she realizes how unprepared she is to lose him once more.
so, on this morning, she slips out of her assigned room almost immediately after waking. soon enough, others will trickle into the halls -- they all seem to 'wake' at the same time, barring anyone who chooses to laze about. bare-footed and wearing the simple (inelegant) lounge-wear provided for her, she steal her way to steve's room and toggles the door controls. due to ill-use or a glitch, it seems to hang for a moment before it opens fully -- but when it does, she's treated to the reassuring sight of him still in his bed.
peggy's no fool. she understands that he'd likely heard someone at his door. if he didn't wake at its opening, he certainly would when it closes behind her. although she's never managed to test the boundaries of his peak hearing, she would rather overestimate it above the alternative.
she sighs out the breath that she's been holding and crawls into his bed. now, it's her turn to secure an arm around his waist and pull him possessively against her front. she noses into his neck and gifts a kiss to the apex of his spine.
good morning, she communicates without a word said. ]
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Date: 2017-06-18 04:22 pm (UTC)steve wakes up feeling even more tired than he was when he went to sleep. falling asleep feels forced. not entirely surprising, given the nightmare world that waits in the darker hours of the night. he simply knows there isn't no way to stay awake through it. they'll send him to the dance hall by force if they have to.
this night wasn't too different. he remembers it all too well, the music and the missed dance. he closes his eyes and wills the images to disappear.
he's half asleep when she arrives. he doesn't startle at the sound of her footsteps, he knows them by heart, same as the sound of her breathing. it allows him to stay in the pleasant place between sleep and awake when she slips close. he smiles, murmurs her name, his fingers lacing with hers. ]
Hey.
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Date: 2017-07-04 03:35 pm (UTC)but there are movies. and (somehow) steve talks her into cramming them both into a viewing nook and sharing headphones to watch jaws. and (somehow) she enjoys it. a sly smile gets pinned to the rising action, and maybe, just maybe, her heart races a little at the adventure of it all.
afterward, sharing a meal that's not nearly quite so celebratory as she'd like, peggy raises a glass of off-taste amber alcohol to 'toast' him. ]
To many more -- [ she leans forward on the dining hall table with an elbow. ] You know, I have a gift for you. But it got left back on the Starstruck. You'll have to wait.
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Date: 2017-07-04 05:45 pm (UTC)he thinks he should have made more of the time he was here but that thought is neither here nor there. instead, there's the marsiva, the new hosts, the on-going nightly terrors. all in all, steve thinks he and peggy had done a good job making something of this day. it's a small victory against atroma's best attempts to bring down their spirits.
he has a cup of make-do coffee to clink against hers. ]
Thank you.
[ the day itself has been gift enough in the middle of all this madness but he quirks an eyebrow. ]
Should I try and guess what it is?
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Date: 2017-09-01 11:52 am (UTC)eventually, priorities assert themselves. she reaches out. ]
Where are you?
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Date: 2017-09-01 01:58 pm (UTC)[ he was on the bridge, really but he makes a stop at the kitchen to get her a cup of tea. In five minutes he makes his appearance, slipping inside and frowning. ]
They're still - get off -
[ he's usually more of a dog person but it's been a trying week. ]
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