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file 004

Who: Orion and YOU
Broadcast: Voice
Action: Iskaulit
When: 9/25

[there's a shift and some crackling, as he's adjusting his position. it sounds like he's moving some things around.]

... Two questions.

One, who would be the best person to go to about setting up a larger infirmary on the Iskaulit? After what happened, I think it might be better to have some larger area set up. Especially if something ends up happening and we need to quarantine some kind of ailment.

... And two. [and then he pauses, because he doesn't know how to ask the second one. it's not like it's the first time someone's left, but..]

Does anyone know what happens to the people who leave? A theory, a guess... Anything? Going home is supposed to be the prize for winning at the end of the show, isn't it?

[ADDED LATER:]

... Just an added note, if anyone has any skill in blacksmithing, I could use your help.

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[ -- she can stomach only so much dust before her sojourn on the moon drives her back to the ships. but the starstruck is cramped and unfamiliar. so peggy takes her first fleeting steps upon the iskaulit. all she knows is very little: barnes had mentioned a gym, but beyond that?

her heart isn't prepared for the cold shock of recognition when she turns a corner and comes across a man engaged in busy-work. manual labour -- moving things around. except she knows that shape and she knows the line of that nose. she knows that presence, even as she senses something wrong about the scene. ]

...My God, [ she swears under her breath. fingers curled on the hard metal 'doorway', and her eyes fixated on steve. steve? peggy freezes in place. ]

[it's the voice that catches him, has him straightening. he knows her accent, the cadence, the pitch--he's heard it all in dreams. his arm is exposed. he can't hide from her here.

[orion turns around, slowly, keeping a steeled expression. he can't cave to her right now, not here, not while he's still so unsure.

[he faces her openly, and holds his ground. he doesn't look defensive, but the tension could be cut with a knife.]

... Agent Carter.

[ her heart feels what her heard disavows. she'd been warned, of course: of a man that has his face and some parts remaining of that great man. but who is nevertheless as broken and ill-used as the winter soldier. but right now, watching him, she doesn't allow reality to sink in.

god, but she's simply so happy to see him. pinpricks behind her eyes threaten tears. and with such determined steps, she's striding towards him. ] Bloody hell, there's no need to stand on ceremony.

[ call me peggy. ]

[he tenses up hard, straightening as she approaches. the arm whirs quietly as he flexes the fingers. his body language reads as unsure, but not necessarily dangerous. either way, he's not inviting her in for a hug.]

... I'm not so sure. After all, I am "Mr. Unimportant."

[ the third heel-strike is weak. wonky. and for a moment, it looks like peggy has lost her re-surging composure. her step falters, and a mix of hurt and surprise marches across her face. she swallows her knee-jerk delight.

smothers it in caution. ]

You. All this time -- [ her eyes fix upon the arm. and they are twinned in their uncertainty, like two animals waiting with all their muscles tensed. ]

[his own tension eases now that he's gotten her off her tracks. she sees what he is, she knows who he's been. this, he can work with, at least while she processes it.]

Don't take it the wrong way. I didn't really intend for... this.

[us meeting here.]

I was planning on leaving you alone.

Funny sort of leaving me alone, I'd say.

[ and all else screams out that she doesn't want to be left alone. not by him. but those are all the parts of her still convinced he's the same man -- the tilt of the nose and the striking look of his shoulders.

oh, she appears sad. ]

... Miss Carter, I think it's best if you leave.

[the words aren't threatening; he just thinks it would be best this way. If she didn't have to see... what he is. He's something different, in her eyes. He doesn't remember being that.]

Agent Carter, if you will. [ ...she's damn well holding her breath, apart from these curt words while she judges the moment. judges him. ] If you can't bring yourself to call me Peggy, then you might as well...

Agent, if you please.

[it stings, to have her speak to him like this. but she's right; he can't call her "peggy". it feels wrong, like he's lying about how familiar they are.]

... Agent.

[he still stands firm, as much as it hurts to see her.]

I wanted to be sure you were safe after the attack. Thought I'd switch to having Jim check in on you when things get bad.

[ check in on...? a heat rushes to her cheeks. ]

I don't need to be checked in on. Not by Jim. Not by -- [ god, how should she even think of him? not steve. not quite.

and yet even steve himself would have raised such ire at this suggestion. agent bloody carter, requiring such condescending supervision? ]

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