Voices from Heaven (
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- ahsoka tano,
- coil lenn,
- margaret "peggy" carter,
- nami,
- natasha romanoff,
- nelkeila tarid,
- nyssa al ghul,
- octavia blake,
- one,
- phèdre nó delaunay de montrève,
- r. daneel olivaw,
- rapunzel,
- remy lebeau,
- riku,
- robin redbreast,
- rogue,
- santanico pandemonium,
- shawn hunter,
- sokka,
- stefan salvatore,
- steve rogers (ou),
- steven quartz universe,
- stiles stilinski,
- syeira,
- tadashi hamada,
- tekhetsio,
- the vision,
- vash the stampede,
- vima sunrider,
- wanda maximoff,
- wrath,
- yamanaka ino
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Second locker on the left. Grab the gun, Sergeant. We'll make short work of it.
[ the order brooked no argument. ]
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and all at once (through peggy's eyes) he sees an event in isolation. the raising of the piece, and the indignation behind the trigger pull, and the loud snap-snap-snap of the shots taken. and maybe (depending upon how off-guard he might be taken), james barnes might be momentarily forced to feel as though it had been him shooting at his best friend. thank heavens for the bloody shield.
and when the memory fades, all is back to normal -- there they stand, she with the radio cradled in the crook of her arm. and him with the proffered gun. ]
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I think it worked.
[ Helluva dame, he'd said to Steve, all those years ago, hearing about her right hook. His first thought, still grinning as he hands her her sidearm, is that he should really tease Steve about — oh. That's right. Steve's gone. Jim's face falls abruptly, but he pulls the corners of his mouth back into a smile for her. ]
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silence, incidentally, does reign. without the need for gunplay or smashing, the radio has taken its psychological cue to go quiet. they can hear their breath on the air.
awkwardly: ] He really was rubbish with women.
[ -- past tense, despite what she knows of the future. ]
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[ Too many people thought if Steve stood too close or coughed in their direction they'd come down with everything he had. It's a miracle no one slipped him tainted milk, but they stopped going to hospitals as soon as they could. When Peggy came along Jim had his best man speech all written up, and wrote to Rebecca to ask her if she knew where Aunt Sarah's wedding ring was. He was so sure. And so happy, that at least Steve'd have a life after the war took Jim, because the War was always meant to take him. ]
I don't think he was ever jealous, but it always felt like he thought that was the score.
[ Where Jim knew the real one: Steve was going down in history as somebody great, not him. He was always meant to be a footnote. ]
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[ some days, peggy feels almost self-conscious about how readily she would trip over herself to give that man any hour of any day he needed -- but then again, such devotion has been stoked by loss. she can remember being a cooler customer before the valkyrie went down. gunshots, and all. ]
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[ He falls quiet, noticing the silence grow heavy on their shoulders, then shifts out of it before it has a chance to make its grip vicelike. ]
Where are we? Is this where you live, in 1946?
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hands on hips, she turns to face the bedroom. ] Something like that. The Griffith Hotel -- I lived here only a span of a few weeks, but so much happened...
[ she squints at the wallpaper, and wonders whether the hole is still there. ] There was a curfew. A curfew, Jim.
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A curfew.
[ Can't help it — he rocks with laughter. The thought of a landlady who can cow Peggy Carter into keeping to a curfew makes him almost want to meet this wonderful, mythical creature. ]
How'd your job take that?
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[ step by step -- moment by moment -- she leaves the radio behind. this odd amalgam of a room hasn't left much in the way of entertaining guests, but she gestures to jim in a broad fashion (take whatever seat you can find, if you like) ]
But I still found reason enough to sneak in by the dumbwaiter or to precariously climb a few walls.
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Peggy Carter, living dangerously. Who'd've thought.
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I do what I have to do -- [ she as good as reiterates. peggy shrugs. ] I didn't live here long. The landlady didn't appreciate one of her tenants being perp-walked out the front door.
[ and who could blame her? ]
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Well here's to findin' a nice new place in New York. The rent's more'n robbery, especially in the future. You know a place in Brooklyn costs 2400 dollars a month?
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with muted disbelief: ] That's ludicrous.
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I couldn't make it up if I wanted to.
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Your SHIELD -- [ his, and she remembers the name ] -- must compensate its Captain handsomely.
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Inflation, and the economy improved. [ but, they're getting off-track. ] Wait til I introduce you to my iPod. Thousands of records, Pegs. All in your hand.
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Science, and research, and development -- all turned towards convenience instead of war. [ perhaps the future isn't so awful. ]
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Can you imagine Stark's face, if he weren't responsible for all of it?
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It hits home how once again we walked with giants, Buck. Movers and shakers of the twentieth century. How strange to have known them so well.
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You know, [ soft, ] no one really calls me that anymore.
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[ a pause. ]
It's nice, though. From you.
[ It's not like when some TV announcer or some actor playing Steve says it in the HBO TV series or all the films they made about the Commandos. From her it holds affection, purpose. ]
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[ a meagre smile. she glances up (perhaps to banish a threatened tear) and finally takes note of the room's new fixtures. the softness drains from her voice: ] Oh, bloody hell. Stark's place.
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