[ she appreciates his candour, even as every fresh word cuts too deep and draws too much colour to her cheeks. whatever she might have anticipated, it's nothing near this. fitz says 'extreme damage' and peggy can't hide her hard swallow or the way in which her expression twitches briefly toward pain.
-- the uniform seems like a red herring, to her. she sets it aside immediately; what did it ever matter? then again, she's not accustomed to what it might have stood for in the future. everything else, however, is a dire revelation. peggy can't imagine a steve rogers given to inaction.
lax. the accusation makes her stomach churn. ]
Can you tell me? The words he's lost?
[ she doesn't know if fitz has them on hand. why should he? yet, she's compelled to ask. ]
no subject
-- the uniform seems like a red herring, to her. she sets it aside immediately; what did it ever matter? then again, she's not accustomed to what it might have stood for in the future. everything else, however, is a dire revelation. peggy can't imagine a steve rogers given to inaction.
lax. the accusation makes her stomach churn. ]
Can you tell me? The words he's lost?
[ she doesn't know if fitz has them on hand. why should he? yet, she's compelled to ask. ]