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When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West
Who: Everyone! EVERYONE!
Broadcast: IF YOU WANNA
Action: Everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
When: Mid-September - Mid-October
[How's your ship doing, pardners? Is it still pretty damaged? Is it glitching out hardcore? Well, there is one place to land to take care of all that, and that's on a dusty old moon in front of a planet that no one wants to go to. On this moon, you'll find a civilization that looks a lot like one's stepped into a wild west movie, hardened cowpolk and mutant horses and all. Will you become a vigilante, hunting bounties and stopping gangs from doing their dirty work? Will you go exploring planetside, with a cowboy hat and a stalk of wheat in your mouth to complete the look? Good luck with that; there is no wheat. This town ain't big enough for all you flooters, but make it so! For the ratings!
In other words, it's a planet mingle! Get 'er done!]
[September Planet info here]
Broadcast: IF YOU WANNA
Action: Everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
When: Mid-September - Mid-October
[How's your ship doing, pardners? Is it still pretty damaged? Is it glitching out hardcore? Well, there is one place to land to take care of all that, and that's on a dusty old moon in front of a planet that no one wants to go to. On this moon, you'll find a civilization that looks a lot like one's stepped into a wild west movie, hardened cowpolk and mutant horses and all. Will you become a vigilante, hunting bounties and stopping gangs from doing their dirty work? Will you go exploring planetside, with a cowboy hat and a stalk of wheat in your mouth to complete the look? Good luck with that; there is no wheat. This town ain't big enough for all you flooters, but make it so! For the ratings!
In other words, it's a planet mingle! Get 'er done!]
[September Planet info here]
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Doin' okay. [ a wistful smile ] Should I be congratulating you, Captain?
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[The words aren't intended to hurt or to push away, for once, though that doesn't necessarily make them hit home less.]
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No, s'pose not. [ studying her ] It's life, isn't it? All kinds of unexpected. I guess you just learn to swim with the tide.
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[And that's beginning to mean something different here. More than just watching and waiting. He watches, and she lets him, sipping, considering. Glancing over.]
You've both spoken with her already, haven't you?
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Yeah. She wanted to see him first thing.
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[She's never wanted to lead. To stand out, maybe, in her way--lead the pack--but never this. She wasn't the type. But it looks like she doesn't have much choice, and, well...they're her crew. It's something. A place to start. Natasha cocks her head to the side, curious.]
What did she think?
[What universe is this Peggy Carter from, she wants to ask, but maybe isn't quite there yet.]
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[ It's the best way of admitting he never could read Peggy that well. Losing Steve might've created a bridge, but they still have to be walked across. ]
And she'll want to change it. [ a beat, as he swirls the drink in his glass ] I said a few things, nothing concrete. I don't know if I should help her. It'd change [ too many things, mess up history too much? But her history hasn't been written yet ] everything.
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It's something we risk every day. [Here or there. Change, she means. The more she says here, the more she could potentially change there. It's only a could, though, only a possibility. Who knows if they'll remember anything when they leave? Who knows if this is even real at all? But she's put those thoughts aside, for now. If she has to believe in something, she may as well make it this. Them. Him.]
It's why I don't talk about him, you know. Or when I'm from.
[Matter-of-fact. An offer. Just a small glimpse into where her head's at.]
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Yeah, I know.
[ Always thinking of others before herself. Hm. ]
It's a shame I'm such a bad liar.
[ He'd want to preserve the path of least death, but honestly... he doesn't know what that is and he's only human in the end, with all the flaws that brings. ]
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[Something like that. In truth, it's just easier. How to explain to Orion the man he might have been? How to explain to a Bucky who's lost his Steve what he would have become? How to tell Peggy that everything she's fighting for now will end up nearly destroying everything she loves? It's easier to keep her silence. Easier on others, but easier on her, especially.]
[She takes a sip of her drink, glancing at him. Lot of potential meaning in those words.]
I'm not sure if it's more of an insult to agree with you, or disagree.
[Great at lying to himself, maybe. At hiding how he feels from her? Maybe less so. She might not be his, but she's getting to know him.]
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Oh, come on. Like I could hide anything. [ but his mouth quirks downwards ] Except being drafted, or the serum. He never noticed. If he did —
[ the mercy of that, not calling Buck on his shit, it hurts. ]
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[It's a kind of laugh she recognizes, the kind that isn't really. But then, what was there to really laugh about, lately? To find joy in? There was only the commiseration of someone else coming from the same place. Laughing that same laugh.]
He trusted you enough not to ask. Trusted you more than anyone to have a reason for not telling him.
[She knows them both well enough for that, the ring of sincerity in the words.]
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[ All she knows about him: all she's seen, and she's still trying to be reassuring. ]
I should bite your head off for that, you know. I don't take easy to it.
[ But Natasha's kindness always has bite. Maybe that's why it's always worked on him. ]
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Kind isn't a word most people would use for me.
[Of course he would. Of all people. But she thinks sometimes that he's perhaps mistaking her sense of fairness for kindness. She plays dirty if she has to, when she has to, and doesn't think twice about it, but this man...he's been straight with her. And there's bits of him that remind her of another man she's always tried never to lie to.]
It's just a fact. Pretty sure I just quoted his dossier.
[Not quite a joke, but flippancy is a sort of armor, even here. Especially here.]
Truth isn't easy to accept. We both know that.
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[ The keyword is has to. That's mercy, a venomous one, but mercy nonetheless. He knows what she is, and why she has to protect the existence of her conscience and her heart. ]
It's all Nat ever gave me. Shock of my life, really. She's supposed to be a liar.
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[A month ago, she would have all but bitten his head off for even implying she and the other Natasha might have anything in common. He doesn't talk about her, especially to this Natasha, partially as a result of her touchiness, she thinks. And now he is. What's changed? She wonders, can't help being curious, being what she is. It's just part of her. But she doesn't react the way he may have come to expect. Instead, sips her drink, shrugs one shoulder, watches him like a hawk while looking in her glass. Something's different.]
Common misconception about us. I prefer bending over breaking the truth.
[Easier to spin. Easier to swallow.]
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[ The fact remains that he misses Nat. He misses her friendship, her kindness, and the comfort and purpose he felt when he fought beside her. ]
Fill in people's expectations. I know a little of that.
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[She could have been anyone. She'd been a lot of those people, but it had almost always been her choice. Maybe that's why she'd been so touchy. Because he saw her as someone she hadn't chosen to become. Now...now it's easier. She is who she wants to be, and that other woman isn't in any way a threat to that. Her sense of self is strong. She isn't the woman he left behind in his world, but that doesn't mean he can't matter to this one, as well. He's been a steady voice, when she's needed the sound. The least she can do is be the same in return.]
That why you always try to play the hero, Captain?
[Put on a good face for everyone, a brave face. Don't let anyone see the aches inside, if you can help it. She knows something about that.]
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[ It's easier to think of it like that: putting on the role and doing the performance. But truthfully, he's so accustomed to war he can't be good for anything else. In the world it's the only thing that makes sense, that lets him see where he can do good: except he's not so sure about that anymore. And SHIELD turns out to be run by HYDRA anyway. ]
[ No, no one is playing. They all end up being, in the end. ]
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Everyone's playing. Some way or another, everyone's playing.
[Everyone has their part. The fact that some of them become who, what they play is incidental. Or maybe it's the point. She's never quite been sure.]
Doesn't mean it's the only role you're good for.
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It's the only role that matters.
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[She can't help that. Can't help the similarities, or the differences. Easier to accept that now, now that the knee-jerk reactions of self-identity have passed. She knows who she is. She isn't the woman he knew back home. But she is the woman he knows here, and she can be...well, whatever that means. An ear. A voice. A partner. Maybe a friend. Maybe.]
The hero matters, but not the man? That's idealistic of you.
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[ He swirls the liquid in the glass. ]
Is it idealistic to be what other people need?
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I should know.
[Wryness. A little bitter humor, a joke aimed at herself that he won't miss.]
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You would know. The Widow's always been what's needed. In this day and age... it always feels like they need good soldiers.
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