( she had to be dead. the pain that peggy felt and with everything that had just happened--
she remembered falling, hitting the beam and the feel of her blood underneath her fingertips. what peggy didn't remember, or at least hadn't been conscious for, was the portal that had opened by her. the zero matter. though somehow it had been far more stable, sending peggy through a rift not just through space but also time.
she'd woken up briefly when they'd moved her, taking her from the streets of new york. she didn't remember much, or who had been there, the blood loss had been too much for her to remain conscious for too long. peggy also wouldn't have recognised it -- shield hadn't yet existed.
the good news was that peggy was recovering well. the concerning news was that no one was quite certain how this had happened or how, if peggy carter was in the future, events were still the same. she'd never been reported missing, and everyone remembered her still in history. for the moment at least peggy was oblivious to all of that, and to how much things had changed. that would no doubt quickly change once she woke up )
[ They'd gotten Peggy stable before they'd even contacted Steve. He wants to be angry about that because they should have contacted him immediately, but none of that seems to matter once he's let into the room where she's resting and he sees her face.
It's enough to make his head spin, given that he'd been to visit Peggy in her room at the nursing home just a week ago. Seeing her in the same position, but still as young and beautiful as he remembered her in his dreams, leaves him speechless.
Thankfully, everyone knows better than to bother him now. He's left alone with her. Steve knows there's probably a security camera in the room, but at least he doesn't have to deal with someone berating him with questions as he lets this impossibility sink in.
There's still a fear that she won't wake up, or that she'll disappear right before his eyes, unable to exist in this time. His hands grip tight around his knees as he sits in the chair at her bedside; he's not sure he's strong enough to deal with losing her again. ]
( the drugs are starting to wear off, rousing peggy slowly into an unhappy consciousness. with waking, she begins to feel it all again, the aching in her side, the pain radiating through her. there's a noise that lets steve know that she's conscious before she opens her eyes.
though they're not open long, closing quickly again in protest of the harshness of the light. and then, a few seconds later, peggy slowly opens them again, trying to adjust to the room. things seem brighter than what she's used to, and no doubt once she's out of the hospital she'll say that things are louder too.
there's a deep breath, and its as her head turns to see just where she is that she catches sight of him. she can't believe it, and in addition to the surprise, there's a thought that tells her she must still be dreaming, as rotten as it is to be in so much pain with the dream. still, she can't help but ask-- )
Steve?
( she's dreamed of him before but this seems like something else )
[ First there's a small noise from Peggy, a sign of life that has Steve leaning forward despite himself. Her eyes flutter open and closed a few times as they attempt to adjust to the harsh lighting in the room, something Steve wishes he could change for her. Instead of moving, though, he just continues to watch her, waiting for her to notice him.
He wants to say something; he wants to lean forward and brush her hair away from her forehead. He wants to do so many things, but he forces himself to stay still, not wanting to overwhelm her.
She still seems to be pretty out of it when she says his name, but Steve's stomach clenches up all the same, when he hears her voice. He nods slowly. ]
Yeah. Yeah, it's me. [ His lips crack into a smile. ] How are you feeling?
[ Not great, from the looks of things, but he needs to ease her into all of this as slowly as possible. ]
( peggy tries to laugh at his question but is just hurts so instead she opts for a polite smile. how is she feeling? oh, steve. she wasn't going to be honest, not brutally so and especially not when peggy knew that steve had some inclination of it. he likely knew more than she did, him being ther--
he was there. the more that peggy thought, as she woke, the more that this seemed spectacularly impossible.
it diverts her answer from his question to one of her own, half an answer in itself but also telling him more than he'd ever originally asked )
Am I dreaming?
( her dreams were often too honest, usually telling her that she was, that he was still buried under the ice. she hadn't yet had anything follow her from life into a dream, no injury or trouble related to the ssr. it had simply been her and steve )
[ Steve can see the way that Peggy's face pinches with pain when she almost laughs. Even that is enough to pull at her wounds, and so he'll need to be careful not to draw intense reactions out of her. Too bad that's going to be impossible when as far as she's concerned, he should be dead.
There's probably no way for him to break this to her that won't lead to her trying to jump out of the bed, but he'll try.
He shakes his head slowly at her question, then leans forward and grips her hand. Her skin isn't as warm to the touch as he would like, but they'll get her all patched up here. ]
I hope not. It would mean you weren't really here.
[ This is real, he's sure of it. He can't be sure of how it's happened, at least not yet, but Steve doesn't really care about that. Not when the Peggy he remembers is laying here with him. ]
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she remembered falling, hitting the beam and the feel of her blood underneath her fingertips. what peggy didn't remember, or at least hadn't been conscious for, was the portal that had opened by her. the zero matter. though somehow it had been far more stable, sending peggy through a rift not just through space but also time.
she'd woken up briefly when they'd moved her, taking her from the streets of new york. she didn't remember much, or who had been there, the blood loss had been too much for her to remain conscious for too long. peggy also wouldn't have recognised it -- shield hadn't yet existed.
the good news was that peggy was recovering well. the concerning news was that no one was quite certain how this had happened or how, if peggy carter was in the future, events were still the same. she'd never been reported missing, and everyone remembered her still in history. for the moment at least peggy was oblivious to all of that, and to how much things had changed. that would no doubt quickly change once she woke up )
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It's enough to make his head spin, given that he'd been to visit Peggy in her room at the nursing home just a week ago. Seeing her in the same position, but still as young and beautiful as he remembered her in his dreams, leaves him speechless.
Thankfully, everyone knows better than to bother him now. He's left alone with her. Steve knows there's probably a security camera in the room, but at least he doesn't have to deal with someone berating him with questions as he lets this impossibility sink in.
There's still a fear that she won't wake up, or that she'll disappear right before his eyes, unable to exist in this time. His hands grip tight around his knees as he sits in the chair at her bedside; he's not sure he's strong enough to deal with losing her again. ]
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though they're not open long, closing quickly again in protest of the harshness of the light. and then, a few seconds later, peggy slowly opens them again, trying to adjust to the room. things seem brighter than what she's used to, and no doubt once she's out of the hospital she'll say that things are louder too.
there's a deep breath, and its as her head turns to see just where she is that she catches sight of him. she can't believe it, and in addition to the surprise, there's a thought that tells her she must still be dreaming, as rotten as it is to be in so much pain with the dream. still, she can't help but ask-- )
Steve?
( she's dreamed of him before but this seems like something else )
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He wants to say something; he wants to lean forward and brush her hair away from her forehead. He wants to do so many things, but he forces himself to stay still, not wanting to overwhelm her.
She still seems to be pretty out of it when she says his name, but Steve's stomach clenches up all the same, when he hears her voice. He nods slowly. ]
Yeah. Yeah, it's me. [ His lips crack into a smile. ] How are you feeling?
[ Not great, from the looks of things, but he needs to ease her into all of this as slowly as possible. ]
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he was there. the more that peggy thought, as she woke, the more that this seemed spectacularly impossible.
it diverts her answer from his question to one of her own, half an answer in itself but also telling him more than he'd ever originally asked )
Am I dreaming?
( her dreams were often too honest, usually telling her that she was, that he was still buried under the ice. she hadn't yet had anything follow her from life into a dream, no injury or trouble related to the ssr. it had simply been her and steve )
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There's probably no way for him to break this to her that won't lead to her trying to jump out of the bed, but he'll try.
He shakes his head slowly at her question, then leans forward and grips her hand. Her skin isn't as warm to the touch as he would like, but they'll get her all patched up here. ]
I hope not. It would mean you weren't really here.
[ This is real, he's sure of it. He can't be sure of how it's happened, at least not yet, but Steve doesn't really care about that. Not when the Peggy he remembers is laying here with him. ]