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[mucked]

Who: Peggy Carter + YOU
Broadcast: text, fleetwide
Action: aboard the starstruck
When: the days following winter's glitch

Damage report, please. Who did the Winter Soldier hurt? Casualties?

[ her thumb hovers. she nearly adds I am so sorry but thinks better of it, in the end. peggy carter is confined to her bed in the captain's quarters aboard the starstruck, propped up on a small mountain of pillows with most of her torso bandaged and wrapped. a pair of broken ribs, at least. she hasn't properly listened to her own damage report, yet. but the consistent throb in the side of her skull suggests winter's initial blow landed harder than she'd first anticipated. one eye is still puffed up, bruised, and swollen to the point where it doesn't see a thing. one half of her face is streak of black and blue now that the blood's been cleared away.

she doesn't use the network's voice or video function. her texts are slow, business-like, and methodical. and she'll text for as long as she can before someone with a busier body than her own shows up to confiscate her device. but she hasn't been able to adequately parse the information that flew quickly and efficiently in the hours following her own fight and black-out and lonely struggle to an empty shuttle.

even now, it's about all she can manage to toggle the privacy settings and message her first mate individually: ] Ahsoka. Please see me in my room. ASAP.

[ a torch must be passed, for the time being. and peggy has a lot of healing to do. visitors are welcome, whether they are aware of her bashed-in state or not. ]

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[spontaneouscombustion]

[Qing had enlisted a very worried crewmate to deliver extra first aid supplies , but had steered her away from anything beyond light injuries. Peggy might not have seen her at all, or only a zipping pink flash or a few soft but fast and high words.

Still, it won't be long before she gets a reply text from an unknown comm.]

Everybody on the Caprine's okay. Qing was the only one there already, but he only got some scratches.

You're Peggy Carter, right? How're you doing?

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As well as can be expected. With whom am I texting?

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My name's Pinkie Pie! I'm the Caprine's engineer! Qing had me come over and bring supplies that day!

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[ dear lord, what a name... ]

Apologies. We never had the chance to meet.

[spontaneouscombustion]

[Yeah, Steve and Tony got into a charming debate over the ridiculousness of pony nomenclature.]

No no, you're fine. I know it was... pretty crazy at the time. [A sweating smiley face emoji.]

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Strange to think there was a time when I considered life in the fleet rather...uneventful.

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Yeah, I know the feeling. I'm really sorry about all of that.

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It's hardly your fault.

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I know, but a lot of other people got hurt, right?

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It's true. And yet it could have been much worse.

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That's true.

Do you know how the person who did it is doing? Qing said it was a friend of his, and that he was brainwashed. How's he feeling?

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He's feeling rather raw and culpable, I expect.

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[She knows the feeling, alright.]

If you see him, can you tell him I hope he gets better?

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I will absolutely do so. Steve Rogers is likely to see him before I do, however. I'll pass it on.