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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

[pain_train]

[She can read between the lines, and really doesn't like it.]

i'd think any decision that gets made is gonna be his

[mucked]

And if his decision is to place that decision in the care of another?

[ after all, the winter soldier had (in effect) already done so. ]

[pain_train]

then i guess that's it look peggy i don't know no one fucking tells me jack shit

[She just wants to make sure, because if it turns into a game of we're doing this for your own good and the greater good, she wants to know what's going to happen to the rest of them.]

[mucked]

[ -- the language doesn't take her by surprise, per se. but she does pause to consider it. a little too emotional. a lot too sentimental -- for her, at least. ]

There's nothing to tell. Before the Atroma hijacked his programming, the question was rather moot. I told him I wouldn't make that choice for him.

[ her implication being that the circumstances may have now changed. she needs to talk to winter, first. but she's in no state to do so. ]

[pain_train]

i know charles wants to help him but i don't know what that means

[Or if that's a thing Winter would want. Hell, she's not sure if it would be a thing she wants. That's why she's avoiding that topic.]

[mucked]

Nor do I, frankly. Not exactly.

[pain_train]

i guess maybe just ask charles since he won't bullshit you like i'd ask but it's not really my business [LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE]

[mucked]

Find someone else who knows him well. Ask them. Personally, I rarely trust a person's report of their own skills.

[pain_train]

from what the people who know him have said yeah he isn't bullshitting [Not that he would anyway. She trusts Charles absolutely, but realizes not everyone else will.]

[mucked]

Then what remains is the question of whether his skills match the problem. The Winter Soldier's programming may be too tangled up with the rest of his identity. We won't know unless it's tried.

[pain_train]

dunno how winter would feel about that

[Don't want more people in my head. How would she feel? This is making her incredibly uncomfortable, though that thankfully isn't going to show in text.]

[mucked]

I trust he's willing to at least entertain the notion, as he's the one who brought it to me.

[pain_train]

then i guess that's my answer there

[She should talk to Winter about this.]