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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2017-12-31 10:14 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2017-12-31 10:14 pm
Entry tags:
- +rp: zara ae'lorin,
- bones: lance sweets,
- canon: bones,
- canon: dc extended universe,
- canon: dctv,
- canon: everworld,
- canon: falling skies,
- canon: marvel cinematic universe,
- canon: newsflesh,
- canon: star wars,
- canon: supernatural,
- canon: teen wolf,
- canon: vampire diaries universe,
- dceu: bruce wayne,
- dceu: clark kent,
- dceu: lois lane,
- dctv: zari tomaz,
- everworld: david levin,
- falling skies: hal mason,
- mcu: jessica jones,
- mcu: peggy carter,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- newsflesh: maggie grace garcia,
- prompts: plurk meme,
- ship: allison/derek,
- ship: ben/elena,
- ship: bonnie/stefan,
- ship: bruce/jessica,
- ship: clark/lois,
- ship: david/zara,
- ship: derek/katherine,
- ship: hal/olivia,
- ship: maggie/sweets,
- ship: peggy/steve,
- star wars: poe dameron,
- supernatural: ben braedan,
- supernatural: olivia winchester,
- teen wolf: allison argent,
- teen wolf: derek hale,
- tvdverse: bonnie bennett,
- tvdverse: elena gilbert,
- tvdverse: katherine pierce,
- tvdverse: stefan salvatore
plurk meme { 2018 } kissy fics iii: the smooch reckoning
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peggy/steve | marvel cinematic universe | 1,281 words
It’s the only true way to describe it. She’s seen a few different event horizons in her time, what with the nuclear weapons they used in Japan towards the end of the war, and she wants to say that’s what this is, but in some ways it’s not the same at all. For one thing, when it closes, everything reforms just the way it was.
For another, it ejects two people with it.
“Well. That was decidedly unpleasant. Did we at least land in the right place?”
“I’m not sure.”
The first man seems to be in some kind of elaborate costume, like something out of a fantasy film. Her eyes narrow, promptly ready to tell him off, when the second man moves, and everything in Peggy stills all over again. The beard is a distraction, but she would know the shoulders, the profile and the voice that comes with it anywhere. Especially when she thought she would never hear it again.
The shock of it all lasts for only a moment, before she manages to steel herself again. Even if it is Steve, she still needs to do her job. The men continue conversing as though they don’t even realize she’s there – they probably don’t – so she makes her presence known as only Peggy Carter can.
“Perhaps I can clear that up for you.” How her voice manages to stay firm is beyond her but she manages, by some miracle. The second she speaks, she sees Steve’s shoulders stiffen, and he very slowly turns to face her. She knows him well enough to know that this isn’t the man she lost to the ice years ago now. This is someone completely different.
The sight of him still makes her chest tighten all the same, no matter what she’s missed.
“Agent Carter.”
“Captain,” she replies softly, and the other man glances between them for a moment, almost as though he’s trying to read the threads between them.
“I recognize that this seems to be an important moment for the two of you, but we don’t have much time before the singularity opens again …”
“Go find what we’re looking for. I’ll deal with this.”
The man has the good sense to dart off and look for whatever it is they’re searching for, which is good, because that sentence is enough to set off her temper far more quickly than anything else would have. “Deal with this? Am I something to be dealt with now, Captain?”
His face immediately softens as he moves closer, trying to close the gap between them, and when he gets too close she takes a step back. His hands ball into fists at his sides, taking a moment and a breath before he tries to explain himself. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You usually don’t. And yet you say it anyway. Good to see that some things never change.”
“Peggy.” His tone is soft, personal, and she glances away from him, trying to keep any emotion that isn’t anger in check. This is not the crisis she needed dropped on her doorstep today – that much is certain.
“How long have you been back?”
“I’m not. Not yet.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“They haven’t found me yet. They won’t for … a while.”
“So what? You’re time traveling?” She meant to say it as a joke, but the look on his face as she does makes her regret that she opened her mouth at all. “Time travel?”
“Sort of. It’s a really long story, but … yeah.” He takes another step closer, glancing around to see if his friend had returned yet, and when he hasn’t and Peggy doesn’t step back, he reaches out and takes her hand gently. “They find me in the ice eventually. The cold helped keep me alive, or something like that.”
“Where?” The question is quick and urgent, because maybe this is the key that she and Howard have been looking for all along, but he’s going to disappoint her there too.
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”
“And I didn’t tell you?” Peggy’s eyes narrow, searching for what the lie of omission is in the way he’s dealing his information. “Not Howard either, I take it?”
There’s something that crosses his face, an expression she doesn’t fully understand, and Steve just moves closer again, taking her other hand and keeping her close. “I can’t really explain. It might change things, and as much as I may want them to, some things need to happen a certain way.”
“You have to give me something.” Her voice strains with the word, making a half hearted attempt to pull her hands away which he thwarts, keeping her close for the moments while he can. “Some kind of an explanation or a … hope.”
He releases one of her hands, and lifts his own to brush at her cheek, fingers delicately tucking her hair behind her ear. “I find my way back to you. I promise you that.” It’s not a lie, but it’s not quite the truth either. It’s probably for the best that it’s neither – Steve Rogers had never been a particularly good liar to begin with.
She’s about to call him on that, but they’re blessedly interrupted by his companion rounding the corner with a box, and he straightens and drops his hand. “Found what you’re looking for, Doctor Strange?”
At least the name is appropriate.
“I believe so.” He twists his wrist to glance down at his watch. “And with a few minutes to spare. Best say your goodbyes, Captain.”
Steve turns back to her, giving her hand a squeeze as he tries to figure out what to say to her, and instinctively she wants to pull away and not give him the chance to say goodbye again, but it’s almost as though he can tell and he tightens his grip to keep her place.
“Peggy – ”
“No. I’m not letting you kiss me goodbye again.” Not again. Not when it’s so rare that they actually get to say hello, and she doesn’t know when she’ll see him again.
“It’s not goodbye,” he says softly as he moves in again, his hand returning to cup the apple of her cheek. She can feel the grit on his gloves, but for the moment she doesn’t care. “It’s … see you soon.”
“I’m not sure that’s much better.”
“I’m afraid it’s the best I’ve got.”
She pauses for a moment, watching him carefully. Part of her thinks she should walk away, but the other part, the louder part, thinks that she should take what she can get. As much as he promises he’ll see her soon, there’s no promises as to how soon that’s going to be. She takes a deep breath, before pushing up on her toes and leaning in to kiss him, one hand moving to his shoulders to steady herself, then pulling back with a soft sigh.
“We really need to stop ending like this.”
He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, as the world splits open again, and he lets her go. It’s not long before Steve and his strange companion are disappearing through a whole in the world again, and as the wall seals behind them, she takes a deep breath and sinks into a chair behind her.
Five minutes. Five minutes of feeling before she figures out what they took and how she’s going to cover for them. Unfortunately, with the weight sitting on her shoulders, she isn’t sure five minutes is going to be enough.