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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] recruited) wrote2014-11-01 07:49 am
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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. ]
mucked: (☂ the winter stripped the blossoms bare)

[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? ]