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Sharon Carter's lucky number is 13 (luckythirteen) wrote in rooms,
@ 2015-01-30 01:55:00

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!marvel comics, *log, peggy carter, sharon carter

Log: Carter Laaaadies.
Who: Sharon Carter and Peggy Carter
What: Bumping into each other.
Where: In a park!
When:Now?

If there was one thing that Sharon didn't need a reminder on it was that her life was never going to take the path she thought it was on, a lesson learned at 19 - and on a semi-regular basis since then. And there was no denying that she was going through it right now, things were coming at her from every angle and slipping away at fifteen more. Work was doing both. Steve was doing both. Bucky was back and she wanted to help more than she could because SHIELD were the bad guys. SHE was the bad guy.

Everything was ridiculous, and sometimes Sharon needed to remember that she was not some bitter jaded old lady. She was in her early thirties, smart, lovely, capable, polite, caring, and bad ass. If she had to be some old lady she was going to be Helen Mirren for fuck's sake. And these were the things she thought sitting in the park, on the swings, pumping her legs back and forth. In a pantsuit. On her lunchbreak. As laughable as snowmageddon 2015 had been for Manhattan, it wasn't too cold, but she had her coat, hat and gloves on. And a scarf that accidentally didn't make it into the box she'd set aside for Steve. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, but she was enjoying herself. A bit. She almost smiled. A bit.

But then that reminder that she didn't need walked by. Not that it wasn't a reminder she wasn't happy to see. Good God no. But it was a reminder that wasn't going to know her, and her experience with that up to date had been numerous and painful. The sting from the last not quite dulling, and a few more had piled on since. And this one? This one was a biggie. She debated staying where she was. Swinging happily into oblivion.

But she couldn't do that. Not really. And not in good conscience. What if she was lost? This had to be weird. And jarring. It had been weird and jarring for Steve. Steve. He'd want to know. She'd want to know Steve was here. God. This day. This month. This year. This decade...Sharon wanted to call a do-over, but she was also stuck on the fact that her only family in the world was walking by and Sharon was whinging to herself. Ugh. Come on Helen.

She came to an abrupt stop on the swing, and stepped off and made her way over to the path. She hadn't thought about what she'd say. So she just went with what came naturally. Which for some people could have been a hello, or an excuse me. Sharon instead blurted out after the woman, "Aunt Peggy!" Oooh. Smooth, secret agent. So silky smooth.

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determined
2015-01-31 10:05 pm UTC (link)

Peggy Carter had been in this version of New York for a total of four hours. The first hour had been all bewildered wandering and anger at whomever had done this to her, and maybe she'd reserved a quarter hour or so for some despair at the sheer alienness of her environment and the apparent impossibility of going back. Peggy Carter was always a woman on a mission; she had things to do, but those things were back where she was from, and she knew from the plethora of visible signs and scattered newspaper she was able to pluck from the sidewalks that the problem wasn't the where, it was the when. She couldn't remember how she got here, much less what had done it.

In the next two hours Peggy had verified that the previous checkpoints, locations, and methods of communication she had in her considerable reserve had all gone cold. None of her contacts, personal (few though they were) or professional, was within reach. On her person she had a sleek purse that contained her Walther, several tubes of lipstick, a compact, a folded packet of napkins, a pen, a small notebook, and some money that was now only a few inches from useless, considering the age of the bills.

At this point she was deciding on the relative foolishness of strolling into a police station and requesting that they ask all the wrong questions, which would bring someone down on her head. Good or bad, Peggy liked to elicit a reaction. It was better than spending the night in the rough and skulking around the city.

The park was a block from the station, and ever practical, Peggy was moving from point A to point B. She didn't expect a grown woman to come from the playground to her right, but of course she saw her, because Peggy was extremely aware of her surroundings at this point. She shifted her weight expertly on her leather heels, settling back in her cotton suit and her raincoat shifted against her knees as she gave the woman a perplexed stare.

The resemblance to Peggy's sister was unmistakable, and Peggy's lips twisted slightly as she tried to decide if she was supposed to belong here. God willing, "Aunt Peggy" was still the spitting image of her twenty-something self? "Er. Hello."

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luckythirteen
2015-02-03 04:52 am UTC (link)

Sharon stood there for just a brief second before she decided this had been a terrible idea and decided that she was the least person qualified, and definitely the last person that ought to be explaining what was going on here. Not for any reason other than what sort of things weren't even accurate across timelines? Did this Peggy even have any siblings? She could barely even imagine how strange this must be, and was she really signing up to continuously bring the weird/bad news to the people she cared about? Nope. Nope. Definitely not.

So she was about to just say she thought she was someone else, apologize and let her be on her way. But she was obviously new here. "My name is Sharon Carter. I'm Peggy Carter's niece, it's 2015, and I'm sorry for accosting you on in the park I'm just," pause, "Really happy to see you and I really love your shoes," she said smiling a bite wider. with a bit of a shrug. What the hell else was there left to say?

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determined
2015-02-03 05:29 am UTC (link)

So much for eternal youth. "Peggy Carter's niece. My niece, you mean." Peggy deflated slightly without losing an inch of her height or a tiny bit of balance. She gave a helpless little shrug in her pressed sleeves and sharply tailored suit, and allowed her fatigue to show through her layer of talc powder and unease. "You certainly surfaced on the right side of the gene pool, I must say."

"Sharon. I am delighted to meet you." A very short pause, as Peggy put out one hand without thinking, introducing herself the way she would a colleague because - because she had no idea how else to do it. "I had surmised that. The year, that is," she added, glancing upward at the great mammoth towers teetering over the world. She didn't seem particularly pleased with them, truth be told.

She looked curiously at Sharon, and her tone was wry. "Perhaps you can explain why I am here. One of Howard's little toys go wrong?"

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luckythirteen
2015-02-03 07:25 am UTC (link)

Sharon laughed, only because she had heard some variation on that theme her entire her life every time her aunt Peggy had gotten cross with her father, even in jest. Or any time Sharon had done anything particularly impressive that Peggy felt like taking credit for via genetics. "I'm glad you think so."

Sharon shook her hand but smiled fondly just the same, she'd hug her later probably when she least expected it. She being Sharon. That seemed to be her MO today. Surprising even herself. She looked in the direction that Peggy did and smiled. Specifically at the mention of Howard. "No, unfortunately nothing that simple. But speaking of Stark men, if you really want to see something horrendous clogging the skyline," she said with a wry smile," then she sighed. "We can walk in that direction and I can try and explain magical hotels and doorways to other worlds. Stop me when you're convinced you picked up a crazy woman in the park."

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determined
2015-02-05 04:53 am UTC (link)

Peggy found herself to be a fairly good judge of character, and she had been through a dark time with good people. She wasn't paranoid despite her new situation, and given what she'd been through in the last few hours, she had no reason to disbelieve Sharon's earnest laugh or familiar features.

"What do you mean, speaking of Stark men?" Without thinking, Peggy quickened her step, sticking close to Sharon's elbow as they turned, peering around slightly so she could get a good view of her face. "Is Howard here?" Peggy wasn't thrilled with Howard at the moment, but at this point, she was quite keen on a familiar face. She had no doubt that he would have all kinds of enthusiastic theories for this mess, and he could get to work on it immediately.

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luckythirteen
2015-02-05 10:36 am UTC (link)

"Not Howard, his son. Tony. He's," she paused. She didn't know this Tony very well at all. But she already liked him better than the Tony she'd knocked out more than once. "a Stark, I imagine the apple doesn't fall as far from the tree as he'd like it to." It seemed a safe enough bet.

She turned right out of the park and down the street toward Stark Tower. "The journal you have, the sudden shift in time. It's all to do with some hotel. There are all these doors to other places. Other times. This is your time in the future. But," she paused. "I'm from a different future." If that made any sense which it didn't, but she was going with it, slowly but surely she was going with it. "But I've been here over a year now."

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determined
2015-02-05 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Peggy's thick lashes did a quick butterfly flutter. "His son," she repeated. "Ah." There was a lot in that single syllable. She wasn't precisely surprised that Howard had progeny, but she was surprised that said progeny bore his name and (apparently) enough of his good will to boast a Tower. Peggy was secretly quite pleased that Howard turned out to be enough of a man to get married and settle down. She smiled suddenly.

"A different future. In a hotel." Peggy sighed. "I can't imagine what was wrong with the time I was in. I was managing it well enough, I thought." Annoyance pressed the scarlet lips together, but that's all she said.

Peggy got a good grip on her bag and paused slightly, the sole of one heel coming to a soft scrape as she balanced on one foot. "Good God." She stared up at the tower. The letters were huge. "That is the most pretentious thing I've ever had the misfortune to see." She was not joking.

Peggy glanced around quickly, and found no one else was goggling at the massive building. "It's so unnecessary. What could he possibly require of so much space?"

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luckythirteen
2015-02-09 03:33 am UTC (link)

"Well a different future for me I think, I'm not sure about you, that remains to be seen, I think there are ways of figuring that out, I'm getting pretty good at it," she smiled a bit proudly. She'd been doing her research. Thanks to friends of friends in other doors and devices full of digital comics and films from other doors. And the newspaper articles from this door. "You," she said looking at her seriously, "Manage perfectly." And she was serious about it.

When Stark Tower blocked out the sun, or rather the sun behind the clouds Sharon had to laugh just a bit, "Well Tony's not exactly the," she paused for emphasis, "tallest of the Avengers," she said smiling wryly. "Which is another thing I'll explain," she assured her.

Sharon couldn't really stop herself at that point, she linked her arm through Peggy's, just in case she tried to run off. Because that wasn't creepy or weird. Or anything strange at all. "I have a hotel suite at the Pierre, two bedrooms, I would love to have you stay, just for however long you'd like until you got settled, or even if you wanted to have dinner, or get out of the weather. I don't know if you have anything else arranged." The hopefulness was clear, on her face, the little girl asking Aunt Peggy if she would stay over when she was coming for a holiday or a birthday party was exactly how Sharon felt, and while the answer was almost always a resigned sighing yes, Sharon didn't necessarily expect it if only because an Aunt Peggy this young might be immune to it. Especially considering she had just met the grown woman inviting her back for dinner and a slumber party. Secret Agent Sharon strikes again.

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determined
2015-02-09 07:10 am UTC (link)

Sharon might be a dab hand at all this talk of different futures and divergent paths, but it was all new to Peggy, and she blinked several more times in the course of this long speech. She hadn't the slightest idea what Sharon meant by 'ways of figuring it out' except that it didn't sound as ominous as it could have done, and for that she was grateful. Peggy looked at Sharon sideways following the pronouncement about Peggy's general success in life. She thought about asking about her future, and in a stroke of absurdly logical fortitude, did not ask.

Peggy looked up at the building again. She didn't imagine Howard's son (who she imagined as, quite frankly, a second Howard, only now somewhat shorter) to be as casual as a "Tony" which to her sounded rather Italian. Peggy shook her head slightly and absently shifted her purse from one hand to another.

This left her right arm free for Sharon's, and she looked sideways at her with some surprise, though not in a bad way. Peggy made friends easily enough, she just had difficulties keeping them. "Well I," Peggy said, embarrassed that she hardly had an alternative but to accept, "don't want to impose. Thank you, Sharon. I am very grateful to you." Peggy was not at all immune to soft friendly eyes that asked for her company. She was rather lonely, really, and resisting companionship was difficult, especially now. "Yes, alright. Thank you again." She tightened her arm around Sharon's in a quick squeeze of gratitude as they moved down the street, out of the shadow of the tower.

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