Re: [Quicklog: Louis/Peggy]
[Louis didn't flee. He was too tired and beaten for that, his reaction times too slow as he still struggled to pull himself together and fight through the fog of feeling somewhere above his own body. He did flinch when she exposed the gun, but didn't pull away, a sure sign that he wasn't quite right. He turned his face away when she fired back at the wires, his brain racing to catch up - would it be turned on him next?
But no.] It talks? [Belated and mystified, slate blue eyes distant and brighter, somehow, than they were when he had walked into the little room with her. But, yes - time to go.] Yes. I think we should.
[The sparks barely registered, and when she put the gun away he ceased to worry about it. There, all better. He chose, in his muddled state, to believe this would all work out for the best, lacking any other option. Ms. Peggy Carter seemed like she knew what she was doing, and was steady enough, and he felt, suddenly, a swooping flush of anxiety. It seemed to start in his feet and run over the top of his head as his body finally had a reaction to everything that had just happened. His blood pressure shot through the roof, his cheeks flushing slightly, fingers growing jittery with anxious adrenaline energy. It was like knowing the motion of the Earth under his feet. Something was very wrong. He felt as if he might be sick.]