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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. ]

Comments

[ text / private ]

[axiomed]

Two people from the Heron. I gave a report to Tony Stark as well. If you need me to confirm Winter's innocence, I can.

I need a few more days before I can undo the damage in his mind though.

[ text / private ]

[mucked]

No need for confirmation. Saw w/ own eyes. [ stilted, perhaps she's texting with only one hand. or one finger. at least, it takes a long time for each message to come through. ]

Two on Heron. Dead or hurt?

[ she cannot imagine there are no dead. ]

Re: [ text / private ]

[axiomed]

No confirmed dead so far. Winter took a few hits of his own.

I'm sorry. I should have done better by him.

text -> action

[resnipstance]

Roger that.

[Not two minutes later, Ahsoka is knocking on Peggy's door.]

... Captain?

action

[mucked]

[ aha, the first mate. punctual -- peggy smiles, and takes the time to at least raise her shoulders and tilt her chin. she hates laying here like a lump on some great space log. ]

Let yourself in, Ahsoka.

[resnipstance]

[She does so.]

Thank you, ma'am. You... wanted to see me? Your message sounded urgent.

text, private

[grandstanding]

Two injured from Heron.

text, private

[mucked]

Extent of the injuries?

text, private

[grandstanding]

Moderate.

text; encrypted

[unbearablynaive]

Four injuries from the Windrose, one critical. I was also attacked but my injuries were superficial.

text; encrypted

[mucked]

Four? Bloody hell.

text.

[paraclete]

[Shinji has since talked with Kaworu about his concerns surrounding this event — and though Shinji was not at all harmed, Kaworu operates on a mantra of next time... And next time now is a negative thing. Kaworu has much patience for many things... but none for this.]

There should be some sort of safeguard in place for this sort of thing, I think.

text.

[mucked]

Bit of a chestnut to guard safely against a force that can meddle with our minds, our memories, and our behaviours as they like.

Suggestions?

Text; encrypted

[save_the_souls]

One injury from Blue Fish, mild.

[But honestly, that's not why he responded. Rather-]

Do you know how Winter is?

Text; encrypted

[mucked]

Subdued. Sedated, I imagine. A reliable source has assured me.

[action]

[theroadwarrior]

[Max genuinely did not want to come back to the fleet. But one has to understand, with Max just about everything is a do not want, and yet it's a need, a compulsion, and goddamn, his conscience is about the most frustrating thing he's had to deal with in the entirety of his life. So when he is living life on a nearby waystation, waiting to see if he's able to steal a ship of his own... and his fingers twitch to check the fleet's communications?

He resists for about... oh, a few hours after the intrusive thought comes along.

But the ghosts, you know them. They poke, prod. They guilt. And his own brain does the same.

And of course, it's of catastrophe.

So he's on his way back just as quickly, tallying up some injuries, looking up the people mostly aboard the Starstruck - because if he's honest he cares about them most; most of the concern is there, always there. He hates it, but he's here, rushing through the ship, moving to Peggy's place of rest. When he huffs through the door, he's practically out of breath.

................ He didn't actually think this far ahead.

He just stares at her for a moment, and then his lips thin as he hobbles toward her.]

How bad.

[Yes, that's how you re-introduce yourself after being gone for a number of days. Is anyone surprised. To be fair to Max, though, he speaks better with his expression - a wrinkled brow that does betray some concern. He couldn't help it, especially with his family's deaths so close to the surface. Fresh ugly reminders. But Peggy's alive. That's good. He just has to not remember his wife's mangled body in a hospital bed, and we'll be all good. It's fine.

Just tell him everything's okay, so his conscience can be appeased.]

[action]

[mucked]

[ what a strange feeling! when she finally witnesses him stalk his way into her room -- in a moment when steve is absent, and when no one else has come to pester her rest. but she doesn't mind him. indeed, there's a taut joy in the back of her chest. max has returned. and for a moment, even under all the bruises, her relief is unavoidable. she is so pleased to see him.

she smiles. it's too early to dwell on the discomforts revealed by his stint as a younger man. ]

Bad, [ she admits. ] But I've been badder. [ --- ] Where have you been?

text (four days after the attack)

[pain_train]

it wasn't his fault he wasn't home

[mucked]

I know. I'm not laying my blame at his feet.

[ rather, at her own -- for not having properly rooted hydra in the first place. ]

action »

[uprightness]

[ he lets her handle her this without his company. to go through the essential conversations, through the talk with Ahsoka. He's never too far, always in ear shot in case she might need something. he takes in the sight of her and takes it upon himself to provide her with tea and water and food in case she will not ask.

( he suspects she will not ask ).

there is the talk with Winter and they will get to that. Until then, he will be reading whatever lays in the files, just in case. he knocks at her door with a fresh cup of tea. ]

Listen to this piece -

[ reading from whatever file he's browsing through ]

Of the many fearsome beasts and monsters that roam our land, there is none more curious or more deadly than the Basilisk, known also as the King of Serpents. This snake, which may reach gigantic size, and live many hundreds of years, is born from a chicken's egg, hatched beneath a toad -

[ his expression is that of mock-confusion ]

Gotta wonder how anyone makes that happen.

action »

[mucked]

[ she is unaccustomed to such doting. in his way, he's more attentive than edwin jarvis. always within earshot, she feels, and never without a conversational ace up his sleeve. she begins to suspect he's done this before: tended, tenderly, to the bedside of someone stuck there immured by boredom and restlessness.

today, she's a touch more lively. she sits up and holds her own tea. and she listens to his recital with a face that starts out serious but ends with an impish smile. ]

Not by accident, one hopes. [ the brew has cooled. she sips at it, still. ] What on earth are you reading?

Text

[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?

Text

[mucked]

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

[video] this is totally late but i finally figured out what happened with mah boi

[throwsdown]

[Takeshi's not the best reader, okay. He reads... decently enough, but he some of these words are beyond him. He knows who did Winter hurt well enough. He's quick to go into his steeled, determined mode, straightening up and offering a response in video format.]

He hurt a person real bad, but I shot at him, so they didn't die.

He acted like a robot alien. How come?

text »

[mucked]

[ -- a child. oh, she takes her time in replying. and because she wants to spare him the sight of her bashed up face, she insists on replying by text only. ]

Because the Atroma wanted him to, I think.