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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[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. ]