it's a question she's asked herself a handful of times: dozens and dozens, with a curiosity that brims over into mild panic. and panic isn't a state to which peggy carter is accustomed. it dries out the back of her mouth and puts an uncharacteristic tremble in her hands. in silence, she reminds herself that this mission (this ambush) is more a matter of state than of the heart. and yet, that organ is beating fast. it boasts an aggressive flutter under her ribs.
but why? because it's only been a handful of months since an accident, a mishap with a volatile substance known as zero matter, spat her out on this side of the century. it was shield that found her first -- not the rotted out and crumbling one that hydra had left in ruins, but the one that clung to faith and conviction and the underground. a man named coulson explained everything to her (everything but why -- he didn't have that answer either) and then he put her on a path. one intended, with all the delicacy of a stampeding bull, to cross with steve's path at the first best opportunity.
so here she is. the safehouse is a small and cramped one, furnished to a spartan's taste and tucked inconspicuously into the corner of a small town in the south of france. according to the intel, there's a decent chance rogers is due to land here today, soon, and with a handful of hours to spare before moving on like a ghost to the next problem he can't help but try to solve. some things, it seemed, were left unchanged by ice and time.
it's just...peggy doesn't know why she's here, or exactly how the science worked -- but she's been briefed on the political snafu into which rogers has found himself. or at least she's been briefed on as many details as coulson's team could get their hands on. deep down, she suspects they hope to apply her like a kind of nostalgic honey pot -- to bring 'the captain' in, to straighten the crooked lines, to put the world to right.
sod all of that. for now, she'll content herself with simply seeing him with her own two eyes. pacing the room, heels quiet on old carpet, she waits for the telltale turn of the knob. ]
i'm not even going to pretend this prompt corresponds with any above numbers.
it's a question she's asked herself a handful of times: dozens and dozens, with a curiosity that brims over into mild panic. and panic isn't a state to which peggy carter is accustomed. it dries out the back of her mouth and puts an uncharacteristic tremble in her hands. in silence, she reminds herself that this mission (this ambush) is more a matter of state than of the heart. and yet, that organ is beating fast. it boasts an aggressive flutter under her ribs.
but why? because it's only been a handful of months since an accident, a mishap with a volatile substance known as zero matter, spat her out on this side of the century. it was shield that found her first -- not the rotted out and crumbling one that hydra had left in ruins, but the one that clung to faith and conviction and the underground. a man named coulson explained everything to her (everything but why -- he didn't have that answer either) and then he put her on a path. one intended, with all the delicacy of a stampeding bull, to cross with steve's path at the first best opportunity.
so here she is. the safehouse is a small and cramped one, furnished to a spartan's taste and tucked inconspicuously into the corner of a small town in the south of france. according to the intel, there's a decent chance rogers is due to land here today, soon, and with a handful of hours to spare before moving on like a ghost to the next problem he can't help but try to solve. some things, it seemed, were left unchanged by ice and time.
it's just...peggy doesn't know why she's here, or exactly how the science worked -- but she's been briefed on the political snafu into which rogers has found himself. or at least she's been briefed on as many details as coulson's team could get their hands on. deep down, she suspects they hope to apply her like a kind of nostalgic honey pot -- to bring 'the captain' in, to straighten the crooked lines, to put the world to right.
sod all of that. for now, she'll content herself with simply seeing him with her own two eyes. pacing the room, heels quiet on old carpet, she waits for the telltale turn of the knob. ]