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.