[ 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. ]
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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. ]