#lovereflected

When the door knocked Peggy huffed, having just reached home from the office, she wasn’t particularly pleased that now her quiet evening was being interrupted. She wondered if it was Angie again, wanting some entertainment for the evening. While Peggy was fine to host her for the evening, she prefered not to, because the day had been long and dragged on and all Peggy wanted to do was get in, get settled, have some food and try her best to destress in the bath. “One moment!” Peggy called out as she got up from the kitchen barstool. The cup of tea was in her hand still, taking a sip as she moved the key in the door and opened it. 

Then her world went still, the china falling from her hands as she took in the sight before her. Her hand went to her thigh for a moment, and the garter and holster Ana had made her sitting there with a fully loaded gun. Not that she was fearful, but this… him, he was unexpected. It was almost like a reflex at this point, to make sure she kept herself safe.

The heels of her shoes shuffled back slowly, wordlessly watching him as her mind reeled taking him in, stature, eyes, the smell of him, for a moment it's like nothing had changed and Peggy is transported to the war and she was confused looking at him, but she knows Steve when she sees Steve. He’s older. Even with the serum, she can still make that observation. The lines around his eyes and mouth give it away. Still as perfect as ever. A little more refined is all. She can’t quite make out his expression, but she notes he’s somewhere between relieved and tired. Like he had gone through hell to get here. Peggy swallowed.

The radio in the background filled the room because they were silent. Watching each other like the two of them were, examining each other, feeling each other out as if to determine the best way to break the ice. Peggy usually had a lot to say, being a product of her career made her yearn to say something, she debated whether she should be more cautious.

Part of her doesn't want to.

Part of her doesn’t care. There's a stinging in her eyes, and a burning sensation that rises in her throat and she knows she’s about to cry. She felt embarrassed by the fact too. It doesn’t surprise her because the anniversary of him going down is coming up and she had been feeling particularly weepy at the mere mention of his name, let alone him now standing in her home. It wasn’t until he was fully inside and kicked the door to close it a little that Peggy stopped moving, and moved her hand away from her thigh. If this was a sick joke, some mind game or otherwise she had determined at that moment that she was more than happy for that to be her fate if she got a few more moments with him.

They had lost enough time.

But the fact is he’s not said anything and is being respectful and patient with her.

She knows the man she loves.

@lovereflected​ ;; morning after starters (still accepting) Daniel said: “You talk in your sleep, ya know.”

The rift was all she remembered. An interdimensional shift that imploded in on itself and had dragged her through time. Peggy couldn’t accurately recall how she was found, she only remembered waking up in a facility, cuffed and treated as a threat. It was understandable, and if the shoe were on the other foot she would have done the same thing. 

Still, food and medical assistance were things that she needed and everyone here had made it a point to deny her of those things.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, something she apparently had founded in her future was where she was being held and they were kind to interrogate her vigorously for 12 hours before they determined that she was indeed telling the truth, she was lost in time and disoriented. They gave her food finally, and she picked at it because she had no reason to be trusting of them either. At the end of the day, she still didn't know who and what to trust. Even if they did show her document after document proving she had founded this place, that she had died and been laid to rest the day before.

                                            “Someone to see you, Agent Carter”

Peggy looked up from the desk in front of her, the interrogation room she had been brought to for this meeting was different than the one they actually questioned her in and at least this time she wasn’t cuffed to the table. She barely registered the words that left the man's mouth as he came in and announced something, she was far too fixed on the fact that she had received the news that she was in the year 2016. Her former self had died just in time for her to be brought forward in her timeline. 

What of the zero matter? Surely, she should be dead by now.

Who in the world could possibly know her in 2016? So much so to come and visit her while she was obviously so rattled?

She cleared her throat a little, “I’m not sure I’m ready for visitors just ye–” It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle more questions, whether she wanted to in light of everything that had been shoved down her throat in the past 12 hours was a different story. There was a pause from her as the door opened wider revealing Steve and for a moment Peggy had to remind herself to breathe.

The steady breathing turned into rocky, hallowed, shallow breaths and she found herself hanging her head, sobbing when she saw him. Even sat in her emotions, she tried her best to navigate them, smallen them, and gain some control over them but she simply couldn’t find the will to fight them. Right now, the world felt too much for her to bear. The tears rolled fast down her cheeks, and she looked over again meeting his gaze this time. There were many reasons why she cried, and the tears wouldn’t stop. He’s older and more refined but nothing about him has changed at first glance. The information she had received of him being in the ice, waking up decades later… he looks young but she can sense he has lived too many times over, he looks tired and she is already in mourning of the life they never had.  

“I’m so sorry.” The words left Peggy's mouth quietly. Peggy could have and should have done more. Forced him to hand over his co-ordinates, been more proactive, gone to find him… instead, she let herself get caught up in her emotions, they clouded her judgment and Steve's life had been pulled from under him. The boy from Brooklyn had something to prove, made the world a better place, and had somehow chosen her as someone he was fond of. She was honoured then… to see him coming to her side now in the future pulled such emotions from her that simply reduced her to a ball of tears. 

Not knowing why she felt compelled to apologize, Peggy took a breath in an attempt to calm herself, grimacing at the soreness in her chest as she inhaled. She needed rest. Proper food. It’s just the look in his eyes and the journey he took to be there today, that was enough to make her feel like an inconvenience he didn’t need. Especially when she knew he had carried her coffin the day before. 

axel smith  ,  i thought champagne would be in order.

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There’s that warm feeling again, the burning in her cheeks as she stands near to Daniel. Is it the Southern California sun that has tempted her into thoughts of kissing him? She clears her throat, looking over his shoulder at the papers he’s shuffling through.