Consider it an early Christmas gift. Besides, you're probably the only person in the fleet who's going to get excited about kippers with me. When can I stop by your ship?
[ oh. right. inconveniently, she isn't aboard the starstruck. a busybody redheaded spy, who shall remain nameless, thought it best to reserve a hotel room for peggy and -- and someone else.
but she decides that eugene doesn't need to know so. ]
I'm off-ship, currently. Eyeing up some ware of my own -- though with far less success than you've clearly had. I can be back aboard within the hour, however.
An hour sounds perfect. I'll see you in the cargo bay.
[And he is there, fifty minutes later, changed into decent clothing and fresh-showered, hair still damp. Unlike the last time he'd come around, he has his forearm crutch in hand from the moment he steps out of the shuttle. Working on his feet several hours a day makes the support more of a necessity, and rather than try to haul the kippers up he waits by the shuttle, leaned up against its hull and checking his communicator.]
[ my, but the captain's in high spirits. there's something a smidgen more relaxed about her brow when she greets him in the bay. otherwise, peggy appears much the same: pin-curls worthy of a '40s magazine; well-starched collar; plain back pumps. either way, she appears from within the ship and --
and, well, frankly...if she glances a moment too long at his forearm crutch it's only because she's struck with her own round of strange, offset nostalgia. she's quick to remember another man with a similar aid. it's been so long since she's seen any reminder of him. somehow, life had been easier because of it. she hasn't had to confront her conflicted feelings.
quickly, however, she sets her heart aside and smiles. ] Goodness. I ought to have brought Rogers along. He might've given us a hand hauling the flat off your shuttle.
[ for now, however, she starts to roll up her sleeves. ]
[He sees her rolling up her sleeves and waves his hand in refusal, reaching down toward the passenger seat ahead of her. It's not that big of a box, and besides, he has it wrapped in a solid strap that he can sling over his shoulder. He's numbed to a lot of the stares that the crutch and the curved metal foot of his prosthetic get, but it does make him that much more eager to prove he can haul up the promised cargo on his own.]
Hm? [ a step back. alright, then, she lets him at the work -- a little chagrined, perhaps, that he should be doing her such a favour all in exchange for a cuppa. least she could do was carry the thing. ] Oh! Yes. Steve Rogers. He's...
[ good lord. what to say now? ] Good at carrying things.
Good to hear your security has some upper body strength. I imagine that comes in handy.
[He grins back over his shoulder, blithely unaware of the possible implications of his quip, then ducks into the shuttle. He swings the strap over his shoulder, straightening in a lopsided but deliberate and clearly-practised motion.]
[ why is she talking about steve? she should stop talking about steve. peggy plants loose fists on her hips and exhales. deep down, she knows she's blabbing on about him because the sight of eugene so capably hefting around the box of kippers and working around his crutch reminds her oh-so-endearingly of daniel sousa. and peggy had come dangerously close to loving that man -- only to wind up here, reunited with captain america, and somehow pursuing a legitimate relationship with the latter.
so guilt. guilt is making her talk a little too much and a little too quickly and she sees fit to take the reins of her self-control back into her own hands.
dryly: ] So. Yes. He has his uses. [ smoother, smoother. ] He also quite usefully won two boxes of Twinning's Earl Grey, last planet. I didn't tell you last time because -- let's be honest, I didn't want to share it. But now you're bringing me kippers and I feel like I'm honour-bound to break out the good stuff.
[Inhumanly? Eugene thinks he might know more supernatural and superhuman fleetmates than ordinary folks like himself, so he takes the possibility of that without much more than a hum of acknowledgement, smile creeping onto his face at the 'he has his uses.' Captian Carter - Peggy - reminds him more than a little of the leader of the settlement he'd called home for most of the apocalypse, smoother and less prickly but just as rock-steady and competent. It's relaxing, on a visceral level. Someone like her already kept him and his alive through the worst that the world could offer. Throwing his lot in with her just feels natural, and he laughs under his breath with the admission.]
Consider me honoured to be part of the inner circle. [He starts toward the kitchen, since he knows the way, and since apparently that's where the good stuff is.] Now I'm really glad I put some fresh bread in the box.
Damn right, you ought to feel honoured. I'm not intending to share a single bag with any-bloody-one else. [ but there's a higher spirit to her claim that suggests it might be a lie under the right circumstances. either way, she's comfortable with the idea of rationing.
even more comfortable with the idea of padding out rations with whatever else can be found. kippers and fresh bread, especially. ]
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but she decides that eugene doesn't need to know so. ]
I'm off-ship, currently. Eyeing up some ware of my own -- though with far less success than you've clearly had. I can be back aboard within the hour, however.
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[And he is there, fifty minutes later, changed into decent clothing and fresh-showered, hair still damp. Unlike the last time he'd come around, he has his forearm crutch in hand from the moment he steps out of the shuttle. Working on his feet several hours a day makes the support more of a necessity, and rather than try to haul the kippers up he waits by the shuttle, leaned up against its hull and checking his communicator.]
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and, well, frankly...if she glances a moment too long at his forearm crutch it's only because she's struck with her own round of strange, offset nostalgia. she's quick to remember another man with a similar aid. it's been so long since she's seen any reminder of him. somehow, life had been easier because of it. she hasn't had to confront her conflicted feelings.
quickly, however, she sets her heart aside and smiles. ] Goodness. I ought to have brought Rogers along. He might've given us a hand hauling the flat off your shuttle.
[ for now, however, she starts to roll up her sleeves. ]
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[He sees her rolling up her sleeves and waves his hand in refusal, reaching down toward the passenger seat ahead of her. It's not that big of a box, and besides, he has it wrapped in a solid strap that he can sling over his shoulder. He's numbed to a lot of the stares that the crutch and the curved metal foot of his prosthetic get, but it does make him that much more eager to prove he can haul up the promised cargo on his own.]
Who's Rodgers? Your security officer?
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[ good lord. what to say now? ] Good at carrying things.
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[He grins back over his shoulder, blithely unaware of the possible implications of his quip, then ducks into the shuttle. He swings the strap over his shoulder, straightening in a lopsided but deliberate and clearly-practised motion.]
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[ why is she talking about steve? she should stop talking about steve. peggy plants loose fists on her hips and exhales. deep down, she knows she's blabbing on about him because the sight of eugene so capably hefting around the box of kippers and working around his crutch reminds her oh-so-endearingly of daniel sousa. and peggy had come dangerously close to loving that man -- only to wind up here, reunited with captain america, and somehow pursuing a legitimate relationship with the latter.
so guilt. guilt is making her talk a little too much and a little too quickly and she sees fit to take the reins of her self-control back into her own hands.
dryly: ] So. Yes. He has his uses. [ smoother, smoother. ] He also quite usefully won two boxes of Twinning's Earl Grey, last planet. I didn't tell you last time because -- let's be honest, I didn't want to share it. But now you're bringing me kippers and I feel like I'm honour-bound to break out the good stuff.
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Consider me honoured to be part of the inner circle. [He starts toward the kitchen, since he knows the way, and since apparently that's where the good stuff is.] Now I'm really glad I put some fresh bread in the box.
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even more comfortable with the idea of padding out rations with whatever else can be found. kippers and fresh bread, especially. ]