#carmillized

“I don’t,” Angie replied, sharper than she’d intended. “I brought you chocolate,” she continued in a softer tone, turning back towards Peggy. “Thought you’d appreciate it, if you were, y’know, awake...” her voice trailed off. 

Howard sighed. “Sit, Angela.” He motioned at the empty chair next to him. 

Gritting her teeth, Angie sat. “I told you not to call me that,” she grumbled. Howard laughed, tired, and Angie rolled her eyes. “Has she spoken yet?” She asked, looking at Peggy’s sleeping form under the blanket. 

“A bit.” Howard shrugged. “Mumbles a few words now and then. Where’ve you been?” 

Angie shifted uncomfortably in the seat. “They, uh, didn’t tell me. Not until this morning.” 

“Bastards.” Howard shook his head. “You’d think they’d tell her... “

“Roommate,” Angie finished for him, then shot him a look. “Walls. Ears. Come on, Howard.” 

Swallowing, Howard rubbed his nose. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

“It’s chilly in here,” Angie remarked, almost too casually. “Can you close the window?” 

“No.” Howard shook his head again. “It gets stuffy.” 

Peggy stirred, and Angie almost shot up out of the chair. “Angie,” Howard said softly. “Just sit. Wait.” 

Reluctantly, Angie sat. 

“I saw it, you know,” Howard said, his voice low and dull. “The car just spun. Like a top. And when they got to her and pulled her out, there was-” Howard inhaled through his teeth. “There was so much blood, Angie. I didn’t think- I didn’t-” 

“She’ll be fine,” Angie snapped. “Think positively, Stark.”