[ and as he kisses her collarbone, she leans in to kiss the crown of his head. her face stays there, nose nuzzled against his scalp. her arms tighten around him, loose and disengaged until now. it should have been terrifying -- the thought of crossing the boundaries into any important conversation with him while under this influence. but peggy finds him only a constant source of comfort, even when the source of discomfort is also centered on him.
he's a marvel. he's a wonder. and it's an uncharitable thought, but she's left thinking that all other options back home -- although kind and good and capable in their own right -- pale when held against the standard that is him. it's nothing to do with the serum and everything to do with the substance of his character. she pulls him close. ]
For God's sake, don't thank me, that was just another way of saying no.
[ her grip is warm and loving; her words are sharp and argumentative. so it always seems to go. ]
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he's a marvel. he's a wonder. and it's an uncharitable thought, but she's left thinking that all other options back home -- although kind and good and capable in their own right -- pale when held against the standard that is him. it's nothing to do with the serum and everything to do with the substance of his character. she pulls him close. ]
For God's sake, don't thank me, that was just another way of saying no.
[ her grip is warm and loving; her words are sharp and argumentative. so it always seems to go. ]