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[mucked]

Who: Peggy + you
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit
When: All day.

[ as compelling an attraction as the asteroids can be, peggy wakes up on what could have been april 21st and promptly decides that a captain's work is never done. despite a short holiday on one of the less glitzy asteroids, she storms her way back onto the starstruck around midday. she'd have preferred to be back earlier, of course, but a certain stubborn steve rogers had delayed her more than usual this morning.

because, you see, today is peggy carter's birthday. and up until recently, she'd thought this particular piece of sensitive intel might have remained under wraps. certainly, she's never announced it to the fleet (not had it announced for her) but over the last year there'd been an influx of individuals who might otherwise be privy to that sacred knowledge.

and so surviving the day becomes a little trickier. her first precaution is to not even address the network -- indeed, she hasn't got her device with her at all. so if some friend or ally does try and contact peggy, they may be forced to seek her out in person instead. after all, it's rare that she should persist with so much radio silence. visitors and crew on the starstruck will find her in her quarters trying very hard to dodge the likes of both steve rogers and edwin jarvis. and trying to busy herself with 'paperwork', though closer inspections might prove she's doing little more than working on a few hobby ciphers. and let's not forget the copious trips to the kitchen for tea, of course.

for visitors and crew: it seems steve's left the odd 'hint' and trinket around the ship. flowers here, candles there, and there's at least one cake chilling in the kitchen. perhaps more. when asked about it, the captain feigns innocence.

later, when that diversion fails, she heads to the iskaulit. first to the firing range, where she squeezes off just enough shots to counterbalance the creeping sensation of domesticity. and that done, she stops by the space bar for a drink of whatever-the-devil most resembles whiskey. ]

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[mucked]

[ a gift. peggy (remorseless, despite the underlying sweetness) rolls her eyes and might as well still be rolling them when she comes back -- beer in hand. she reaches across the table to place the bottle at his elbow. ]

A toast? To what, hm?

[ propose carefully. ]

[pulcher]

Nothing?

[ more of a question than a statement. the best way to go about this, at least for now, would be the one taken during Valentine's Day. ]

It's a very nice day outside. Friday, too. Those are always nice.

[ no special occasion whatsoever. ]

[mucked]

[ she leans in, then, and presents him with the rim of her tumbler. ]

Here's to Friday, then.

[ friday -- today -- together. it's all that mattered in the end. ]

[pulcher]

To Friday.

[ there is a clink of glasses and steve has to physically stop himself from wishing her a happy birthday. later, then. ]

I hope it's a good one so far.

[ this utterly random day. ]

[mucked]

It's been busier than I expected. [ she drinks a mouthful of space-whiskey. ] Someone talked.

[ someone snitched. ]

[pulcher]

I said nothing.

[ raising both hands, a gesture of surrender. it's not entirely true but just nearly so. hints are still a long way from talking. ]

Not a word.

[mucked]

Not you, no. [ a shake of her head. ] A different willowy meddler.

[pulcher]

You know -

[ carefully, his thumb finds her knuckles. if he's going to try and pitch in for jarvis, it has to be subtle. ]

He probably thought he's doing a very good thing.

[ right. ]

For you.

[mucked]

[ she can recognize when she's being worked over -- no matter how nice a touch he has when he makes his attempt. peggy does, however, curl her fingers into his palm.

coolly: ] I didn't have this problem last year. Good intentions or otherwise.

[pulcher]

Could be worse. He could have been trying to make it up for last year.

[ it's not bad as far as reasoning goes. in all honesty, if he thought it would go well, he would do exactly that. but one year at a time, this day seems to already be challenging as it is. ]

The cakes came out nice.

[mucked]

I already had a piece. [ she wets her lips and maintains a most reserved demeanor. peggy's not prepared to let this backslide into some kind of hackneyed celebration -- even though she likes it best when it's just the two of them. ] The one with the berries. I'm assuming that was thanks to your input.

[pulcher]

Maybe.

[ absolutely. it was one of the things he insisted on when he thought about today and while they're on that subject - ]

I got a few seeds, by the way. I'm going to plant them where the pumpkins used to be.

[mucked]

Maybe? [ hm! she shakes her head. ] Then I suppose I ought to say it only maybe hit the spot.

[ she'd actually had two pieces already. both with tea. ]

And you want me to help you, don't you? [ plant them. ]

[pulcher]

Seems fair. It was your idea.

[ and that's enough to entangle her in a bit of gardening, it would seem. ]

And it'll be easier than the work with the pumpkins.

[mucked]

Are you really trying to convince me to help by telling me it's easier? [ easier. ] Sometimes I wonder if you know me at all.

[pulcher]

Dunno.

[ he shrugs, the very gesture seems, for once, carefree. ]

You didn't seem that excited about the pumpkins.

[mucked]

I'm not much excited for the berries, either. Not the planting part, at least.

[ -- but she is, however, excited for his list. she'll never say so aloud, but she'll let him infer as much. ]

[pulcher]

That's half of the fun. Just you wait, a bit of care and they'll make for a really good harvest.

[ captain america, gardening king. ]

We can do that next week.

[mucked]

We can, can we? [ she takes a drink. savours it. ] I'll have to check my day-planner.

[pulcher]

What? You don't have a day-planner.

[ that he had seen. but then again, that doesn't necessarily mean anything. ]

[mucked]

Maybe I got given one today, hm? [ a beat. ] Such a practical gift.

[ the butler had blabbed. and, therefore, she'd ended up with presents from more than the very few she could have predicted. what a pain. ]

[pulcher]

It is. It's a bit of a trouble with the years, seeing we don't really know what year it is.

[ but hold on - ]

You got presents. That's great, Peggy. I'm happy he said something.

[ look, at least one of them is. ]

[mucked]

[ a huff. ] You're so quick to throw Mister Jarvis to the wolves. Worried I'd think it was you who spilled the details?

[pulcher]

Nope.

[ cheeky and maybe a bit too happy, he challenges: ]

I'm not afraid of you.

[ ..mostly. a stable 87% of the time. yes. ]

[mucked]

Only because you know I wouldn't dare throw a punch and break your nose. [ not like this.

but relenting: ] Even Max got me something. How alarming is that.