mucked: (☂ if heaven and hell decide)
Peggy Carter ([personal profile] mucked) wrote in [personal profile] hypoxic 2018-04-05 11:52 pm (UTC)

action » april 3rd

[ she'd promised fitz a debriefing.

the more comfortable -- safer -- option would be to let the promise slide through both their fingers. let it linger, unfulfilled, until they both forgot all about it. to treat it like so many events, with one of them begging the other to pretend like it never happened. but, as peggy had thought over and over again during their joint interrogation, a line had been crossed. this wasn't the mansion's powers-that-be stripping back their vulnerabilities. they were all themselves on that afternoon.

albeit, some of them more flensed down to their emotional bones than others.

so she strides into fitz and simmons's lab -- it's about one o'clock in the afternoon, and she's taken the time to shower and change after her morning boot camp. she's all curls and lipstick and a pencil skirt, but her expression isn't much different than when they'd set about their little mission together a little more than 24 hours prior. ]


Am I interrupting anything time sensitive? [ she asks by way of dubious greeting -- already nosily picking up a tablet off his desk and helping herself to a little gander. ]

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