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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] recruited) wrote2014-11-01 07:49 am
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[personal profile] mucked 2019-11-26 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ at first, he may as well have been talking in ciphers. ai system? it? her brow furrows; she retreats a step, breaks their dance, but doesn’t let go of his wrists. what the devil is he on about. ]

Now you truly do need to start at the beginning.

[ peggy’s insistence seems to rumble—even as her voice doesn’t. the horn music softens behind them. she can barely remember where they are on the record. does it matter?

tony stark, he says. not howard. her face screws up into a frown. ]


Howard’s son. Built a — system. And named it after Mister Jarvis.

[ it’s the natural conclusion. and it’s quicker, more efficient, to ask him outright than to merely ask who tony is.

cocking her head, peggy speaks again: ]


Do you know who Jarvis is?
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[personal profile] mucked 2019-12-07 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ think he passed before i woke up from the ice, says steve, and for peggy it's a tough sentence to hear. it stands to reason—naturally—that those alive and thriving in this decade mightn't make it oh-so-far. mister jarvis, already older than her by a small jaunt, would be...

well. she does the math and her frown deepens. as much as she'd like to stop and sing the man's praises from dawn till dusk, discussing edwin jarvis will simply have to wait. steve conjures the other unsaid thing. ]


It's—surprising. I'll grant you that. Not that I didn't already assume he must already have his fair share of wild oats planted all over the developed world.

[ no, what's surprising is that this is a son with howard's name. a legitimate son. ]

What's he like?

[ the question can't be helped. ]
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[personal profile] mucked 2019-12-09 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a lot like howard.

four words, but they speak volumes. howard is himself a man of voluminous character—capable of inspiring her and igniting her depending on what comes out of her mouth. and to think he’s got a son (will have a son) so very apparently like him. it helps peggy begin to conceptualize the circle with which steve might have surrounded himself. strong, powerful personalities. sharp, determined minds.

she smiles—feeling a warm odd burst in her nerves at the idea of her dear friend starting a family. already, she wants to spoil the little bugger. hop him up on sweets and send him back to his father liable to bounce off the walls. ]


That can’t be coincidence. [ can it? ] Howard’s son, finding his way to your team. Who sought out who?
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[personal profile] mucked 2019-12-10 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there are traps, pitfalls, and aching background pieces to this story that she knows—but wonders whether steve knows, too. he articulates how mister jarvis might have guided tony, and the bottom of peggy’s stomach drops. she knows what happened to ana; she knows how desperately the jarvises wanted children but couldn’t have any of their own. how they both must have doted on howard’s son.

all the hungarian goulash he could ever want!

she inhales and steels herself against the thought of jarvis’s death, pivoting all her attention into what thin crumbs steve does share with her. tony had been an active participant in shield—and she isn’t surprised. it’s good, she thinks, that it becomes a testing ground for genius and innovation. security, certainly, but also celebration. the very imagining of tony’s briefly described suits sounds like something out of jules verne or h. g. wells. ]


Who else?

[ curiosity seizes her, now. she takes steve by his hand and leads him to the loveseat sofa. the record plays on, yes, but now she wants to sit knee-to-knee and hear everything. ]
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[personal profile] mucked 2019-12-11 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ under different circumstances, the moment would have been tender. romantic. her fingers, tangled in his, and their knees bumping as they sit so close on her sofa that they might as well still be dancing for all the space between them. her thumb catches on the architecture of his wrist; she learns it, slow and eager, even as she learns about so much else. ]

Abilities.

[ she echoes the word, head tilted in curiosity. it’s a broad word. one might argue that any old person has got abilities of one sort or another. her ability to crack a russian one-pad in under five minutes might be considered remarkable in its own right. but the way steve says it, she imagines he must be speaking of a whole different scope. ]

How many of your—[ a pause, a winkle of her nose ]—Avengers have abilities?

[ but she commits each name to memory. ]
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[personal profile] mucked 2019-12-16 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there’s a heaviness to his euphemism. some didn’t quite make it through. peggy mightn’t know much about powers, about grand crime-fighting teams, but she’s known enough loss to hear how it stains a sentence. quickly, and on instinct, she grabs for his hand. she holds it tight. ]

It would appear the world gets rather—bigger. In the years to come.

[ she sucks a breath through her teeth; is such growth a good or a bad thing? there’s an unsettled sensation in her stomach as she wonders whether she’ll ever be prepared for what’s to come. beyond that, should she be prepared for any of it? there’s a desire, an urge, to treat steve a little like a crystal ball—to plumb him for anything that might be useful.

already, he’s proven himself quasi-resistant. but peggy thinks (peggy knows) that she could overcome it. the question remains, then: should she? ]


And yet here you are. [ there’s no jealousy, this time. no vulnerability. just shrewdness. ] What changed?

[ what really drove him back to her? what opportunity arose? what problem got solved? ]