Peggy Carter (
mucked) wrote in
driftfleet2017-09-02 11:14 pm
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» we're all starstruck in september
Who: Crew + Visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Starstruck
When: Septemberish
[ an open mingle for crew and visitors throughout the month. go wild. just not too wild. ]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Starstruck
When: Septemberish
[ an open mingle for crew and visitors throughout the month. go wild. just not too wild. ]

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[She never bothered getting rid of it.]
Right next to the chocolate covered espresso beans.
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Ugh, you can bloody well airlock those as well. [ blegh. ]
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[Her response light, more joking than serious.]
Guess I'm not the type to get rid of something that might be useful later on.
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You never know what might come up. It makes for a pretty good story, at least.
[One she never tells, and doesn't want to.]
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[ but she is, of course, not natasha. ]
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Not sure you'd be wrong to get rid of it either. But maybe if I keep it around, it'll keep me honest.
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And people who are eager to profit off that desire. No doubt.
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[It's a complicated situation, and at the end of the day Natasha isn't invested in defending or hating it; she'd just really rather not be in the spotlight.]
Maybe for different reasons. Sometimes for the same.
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[ she's saying too much. she knows it. her mouth snaps shut with a shake of her head. ]
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[In part because she knows Steve, and in part because he didn't entirely stop when he came out of the ice. Not entirely.]
He might have been roped into one or two other PR campaigns since I've known him too.
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One or two?
[ do elaborate. please. ]
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[ costume. on generous days, peggy calls it a uniform. today is not a generous day. she's seen steve rogers in a uniform, and it's the dress green she thinks of when she remembers mornings, afternoons, whole days spent in the war room next to captain rogers. ]
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[Call it splitting the difference.]
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[ raw, raw, raw. it's not as though her disdain for the moniker and what it entails has ever been secret, but she doesn't voice that disdain so clearly so often. ]
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Not when this segues into a more relevant question. One she risks, though she doesn't necessarily expect an honest answer.]
No? How about the shield?
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[ and then she goes on to spill details she'd never mention to steve: ] I'm fond of the bullet marks. I noticed he hasn't had them removed.
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The round one.
[So hostile toward symbolism, Peggy.]
Not surprising he's the sentimental type.
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[ and that's it, isn't it? she knows the uso show first. the outfit, the pomp, the circumstance. and she knows that drawing she caught sight of in steve's notebook after a particularly difficult performance. when she sees the 'costume,' as she calls it, it's hard not to imagine the way he'd seen himself in its first iteration. ]
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