InsaneJournal

WHO: Peggy Carter & Steve Rogers
WHAT: Peggy has arrived and is confused. Steve has offered to explain. Also, they get to see each other. It's a benefit.
WHEN: June 17th; Afternoon
WHERE: Colligo Library's Steps
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Peggy had been thrown out of the library. She'd landed on her rear and felt absolutely no need to stand in the moments that she had been talking to Steve so that was exactly where she could be found, sitting in on the steps of the library, kneels folded up close to her chest, as she quietly studied the device that had been left on the ground next to her. It had been overwhelming enough, ending up somewhere that she wasn't supposed to be. In those few seconds after she had arrived and been expelled from what she was told was a library, a dozen thoughts had run through her mind, but hearing Steve's voice had crushed all of them.

Since the crash, it had been a voice that she hadn't expected to hear anymore. She had hoped, prayed, pled, and bargained that he would be all right, that he'd show up like he had before, wounded but alive, staggering back into camp as though nothing had gone amiss. She'd dressed up for the date that they'd arranged, some last long hope that he'd show even though she had known full well that thinking he would was ridiculous. But she had sat in The Stork Club until well past midnight anyway, watching as the staff swept the floors and cleared away glasses, stacking the chairs up in preparations for closing, and as one of them had quietly, politely, told her that they needed to lock up, she had allowed herself to stop believing, to let go and mourn for the loss of not only one of the greatest soldiers she had ever known but perhaps one of the best men.

And now, now, it seemed as though all of that had been a waste. Wherever she was, whatever was happening now, Steve was safe. He was alive. She had no idea how, but she wasn't about to question it. She was just going to be quietly grateful and sit here until he arrived to explain the rest of this mess. Because, as brilliant as she was, she couldn't for the life of her figure out what in the world this thing she'd been handed was supposed to do, or why all of the buildings in this city seemed to be three times as tall as she was used to and illuminated in ways that she had never seen before.