sarah grant 🇺🇸 [steve rogers] (charcoal) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-02-20 15:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * laura, r: sarah grant |
WHO: Sarah Grant
WHEN: early morning hours, 2/20
WHERE: Sarah & Margaret's bedrooooom oh la la~
SUMMARY: Sarah remembers Steve visiting Peggy a lot.
WARNINGS: Nah
Sarah had a rocky relationship with her alter-ego, so to speak. She had a feeling most people did -- some might have welcomed theirs with open arms, but it seemed, more often than not, people were torn. Their own lives were full of difficulties as it was; did they need more trauma on top of that? Steve’s life didn’t often have much to do with hers on a regular basis, so it was easy to ignore. She didn’t welcome the memories or the conflicting emotions, but it had brought Mikhail to her, so she couldn’t be too angry. He and Margaret were the bright spots of sunshine in the middle of a storm, even though their other lives weren’t so sunny. It helped, too, that Sarah knew what to expect. Steve’s future was yet unwritten, but Sarah knew his past and knew, generally speaking, what memories might hit her next. She’d already seen Bucky’s fall, she’d seen Steve say good bye to Peggy from the airplane, she knew that SHIELD fell victim to HYDRA and she knew Thanos took everything away from Steve once again. She'd seen the highs and the lows -- mostly lows -- and knew where he movies and comic books could fill in some blanks, but there were still some things Sarah wasn’t prepared for. She wasn’t ready to see how many times Steve visited Peggy after he recovered from being on ice for so long. It wasn’t just once or twice; his visits became regular enough that the staff was familiar with him beyond simply his status as Captain America. Sarah dreamt of him bringing her new flowers to decorate her room and make her smile. She dreamt of Steve sitting at Peggy’s bedside, reading a book or telling her about about what he was doing. Peggy liked hearing his stories more than she liked talking about her own life, at that point, though Steve would tell her repeatedly that he wanted to hear about hers, too. Sarah dreamt of Steve making good on that dance he’d promised her, so many years before. When Sharon’s text message finally came through, Sarah felt Steve’s emotions as strongly as if they’d been her own. She’d seen it coming, but coupled with the memories of the good moments they’d had, it still took her breath away. She stared at the ceiling of their bedroom for a few quiet minutes, trying to get a handle on her emotions. It was one thing to know what was coming; it was something else to feel it. She’d known as much when it came to Bucky, but she didn’t need a reminder. She took a deep breath. Nothing she could say would change anything that had happened -- or would happen -- to Steve, to Peggy, to any of their friends. Waking Margaret up to tell her wouldn’t help, either. They’d both wanted to focus on their futures as much as they could, rather than the fates of Steve and Peggy. She could tell her in the morning, Sarah thought, nuzzling her nose into the crook of Margaret’s neck, where she could bury herself in the scent of Margaret’s hair and nothing else. Maybe, she prayed, one day it would all get easier. |