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driftfleet2017-04-21 09:50 am
mucked) wrote in driftfleet2017-04-21 09:50 am
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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. ]
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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[ he smiles, however. All she'll ever need to do is ask. ]
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Maybe not. Turns out you sound altogether a little too eager for me to wrap you up in rules. [ ... ] I ought to be careful not to be tricked into giving you exactly what you want.
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[ but then again, he's very much biased when it comes to this matter. ]
Can't be the worst outcome.
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[ not to mention the galaxy. besides! ]
when did I ever steal your pillows? I'm happy with the one I got.
[ but then again, so very often it's her shoulder he uses, chin resting just above it. ]
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[ her side. heaven help her, some days she wishes she could build a barricade between them. a firm borderline, urging him not to cross after a certain hour in the morning. ]
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[ but he's laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. ]
Soon to be a year together and we have sides? Seems a bit pointless, isn't it?.
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[ so he can sulk about it or be enchanted by the prospect of ten years. she'll not judge him much for either. ]
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[ though nothing in his voice indicates any measure of regret. ]
I guess your side's just nicer.
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[ he'd admit to that. ]
And only because you're there. We could switch sides, you know. You'd be more than welcome to trespass anytime you'd like.
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[ that's the issue. really. ]
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[ how far will he go to keep the current arrangement of cuddles, now there's a question. ]
I mean, it's a good exercise in creative thinking.
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[ he reaches over, takes her hand in a gesture of almost-sympathy. ]
Gonna have to keep sharing yours, then.
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[ an easy shrug ]
To me it's been that all along.
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[ a drop of sentimentality. she watches him while the shuttle docks. ]
You're a soft touch. [ ... ] Soft as lights.
[ but not in a bad way. ]
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[ he doesn't seem to mind it one bit. ]
I'm just honest.
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now, perhaps it's the whiskey talking. she did have three rounds with natasha prior to what she'd drank with steve. but, quietly, she adds: ] Sometimes, I think about whether you're too nice.
[ for me, she means. for what i deserve. after all, she's never been one for kindness in her own right. not by any traditional definition. ]
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[ it's a firm assurance, its eagerness linked directly to the way her voice seems to lower around that confession. ]
'sides, Bucky says I've always been a punk. I can't be too nice, if he's right.
[ and god knows he is. ]
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heavens, if michael could only see her now. ]
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[ he hurries to get up and kiss her cheek. ]
No chance.
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You and Winn Schott are just about the only people in the world, I think, who would dare to call me nice.
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[ he places his right hand on her hip, both affectionate and stabilizing and at the same time, reaches with his left to tuck a curl behind her ear. they're all comfortable gestures, made so by a year of shared time; moments upon moments leading up to today. ]
Only that have some nerve.
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