Who: Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter Where: Steve's apartment in Stark Tower What: Reunited and it feels so good When: Wed. Night; After Peggy gets found by Stark and their CB conversation Warings: Probably none, it's Steve Open: No Status: Ongoing
Steve was fidgeting. He knew it but it didn't seem to make him stop at all. He wandered around the space of his apartment, through the kitchen and dining room and living room mostly, cleaning things that didn't need to be cleaned and straightening things that didn't need to be straightened. He even wandered in to the extra bedroom and made sure the sheets were straight and that the glass he left on the side table for water was clean. He knew he didn't need to, the place could be a disaster and Peggy wouldn't care, she'd probably understand more than anyone if it was. But he wanted to anyway, and he needed something to keep him busy while he waited. Sure, he could have run out to the woods and just ran until he found her, and God he'd been close to doing just that the moment Stark texted him, but he tried to listen to the other man's advice and give her some time to recover from the shock of waking up here. Talking to her over the CB hadn't really helped though, he never thought he'd hear her voice again but suddenly she was there and okay and his own age. It was like the dreams he'd finally started to come to terms with were actually coming true. And he was damn okay with that; even if it ended up being a temporary thing, like so many things on the island seemed to be...he'd take it. Anything was better than the way it had ended last time. After he decided it had been enough time and everything was as clean and tidy as possible, he made his way back to the kitchen. He put the kettle in the sink to fill it, having found it on one of his first trips out in to the city to supplement the coffee maker that was Stark-issue, and once there was enough in it he set it on the stove and turned it on. He went in to one of the cabinets above the stove, pulling out a green box of tea and two mugs. He usually preferred coffee but he always kept tea and a kettle too, a habit from when he was young and his mom used to drink it and give it to him when he was sick. It became a comfort. While waiting for the water to heat he found his sugar too, and a pair of spoons. Once it was all set u he sighed and leant back against his counter. He still couldn't believe it, that he'd spoken to her, was going to see her. Every day. He hadn't been in too much of a rush to leave before but now he knew that he'd stay, even if the opportunity to go back to New York came up. The place may have been strange and confusing and completely unbelievable but here, he didn't feel so lost all the time, and it was worth it.