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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

[mucked]

Ever consider picking up something a little less practical? [ she almost laughs. ahsoka's too responsible by half. ] Painting, maybe. Or an instrument. Knitting.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka looks at Peggy like she's grown a second head.]

What good would that do?

[mucked]

[ hah! she should have expected it... ]

It might help pass the bloody time, that's what good it would do.

[resnipstance]

Well... I've been trying to learn how to cook?

[Sheepishly:] I'm kind of bad at it, though.

[mucked]

[ another practical skill. ]

I'd be surprised if anyone was good at it, given what we've got to work with.

[resnipstance]

Oh, it's not so bad. I've had worse.

[Ahsoka is used to space rations.]

Maybe learning to paint wouldn't be so bad, though. I could draw pictures for people.

[mucked]

Captain Rogers sketches. [ -- she can't shake the habit of calling him captain with other people, despite how little that rank applies here. ] He could get you started, I imagine. But don't tell him I'm the one who pointed you in his direction.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka chuckles.]

It's going to be a little awkward when I approach him asking for his help in learning how to draw and he asks me how I knew that he could, Captain.

[mucked]

Oh, pish-posh. Rogers is discreet to a fault. Tell him you don't care to divulge your source, and he'll not press you on it.

[resnipstance]

Well... all right.

But don't blame me when he figures it out.

[mucked]

[ of course he'll find out -- but finding out is different than having it outright said. and in an era such as her own, discretion is a different beast. ]

You're better off talking with him, anyway. The only hobby I could impart is how to play a good poker hand. And that might not be up your alley.

[resnipstance]

Not really, no. Poker's kind of unfair when you're a Jedi.

[mucked]

Is that so?

[resnipstance]

That's right. I mean... we're basically all empaths. Unless someone's trained in shielding their emotions, we can usually tell what someone's feeling as easily as telling what colour your eyes are. We could even pick up a stray thought by accident, if you were thinking it hard enough and we were looking for it.

[mucked]

[ -- a long silence. that's a rather dangerous skill to sit across from, peggy thinks. especially for a spy. she clears her throat and tries to put on a happy face about it all. ] So you meant what you said about not wanting to pry, earlier. I suppose you can't really help it.

[resnipstance]

I try to respect people's privacy.

[mucked]

I suppose I do as well -- so long as I'm off the clock, so to speak.

[resnipstance]

Off the clock? You mean when you're not being captain?

[mucked]

Back home, I mean -- my work somewhat requires a loose understanding of what's private and what isn't.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka's eyes narrow then, as if suddenly re-evaluating Peggy and what she knows of her.]

... You're a spy.

[mucked]

I am. I was. Admittedly, there hasn't been a lot of spying happening since the war. Not on my part, at least.

[ this should have been a secret. but why keep it from someone who can read emotions? intentions? and, indeed, why hide it from her crew at all? peggy has been growing more and more comfortable with the truth. ]

I'm not a spy here, Ahsoka. My duties are different, now.

[ but the skill set remains he same. ]

[resnipstance]

Well, duh. I mean-- who are you going to spy for? The Atroma? They've already got you beat on that front.

[mucked]

Quite true. And if I was, I'd have to be fairly rubbish at it. About nine-tenths of the individuals who turn up from my world are well aware of my occupation, it seems. Inconvenient, that.

[ but another reason to no longer hide the truth. ]

[resnipstance]

... How does that happen?

[mucked]

It seems I end up doing what every good spy should never do: I make a name for myself.