Steven Rogers (ex_stevengro92) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-12 22:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~peggy carter, ~steve rogers (preserum) |
Who: Steven and Grant Rogers
Where: Near the bakery
What: Discovering
When: Backdated to Monday morning
Rating: Low
Open: to Peggy and Lillian
Status: Partially gdoced
Steven was hungry. Lately it seemed like he was hungry all the time. Ever since he woke up, his appetite had changed considerably. And it helped that Peggy worked in the bakery most days. He could see her and see little baby Stevie. So it was definitely a plus. He had his phone out, sending a text to Lillian asking her what she wanted him to bring home so he wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. Which made it perfectly understandable when he literally ran into someone. He stumbled back but managed to keep his feet. “I’m so sorry.” He looked over at the other person. “Are you okay?” Grant stumbled back a bit too and ran his fingers through his hair, looking down to make sure he hadn't dropped anything, “Yes, yes, I’m alright. Was in too much of a rush to see Peg,” he chuckled and looked up, “Oh hey Dad. Sorry, I didn't realize it was you.” he chuckled, “Did you dye your hair?” he frowned, shaking his head. “I’m not sure how Mom’s gonna react to that.” Steven blinked, then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I think you've confused me for someone else...” He scratched the back of his neck. He certainly would remember having a kid. Wouldn't he? Grant rolled his eyes and laughed, “Yeah like a little hair dye would make me not recognize my own father.” he shook his head, “You coming in? I’m sure Sarah said that Peggy was baking cheese scones this morning and I don’t want to miss it.” Steven closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “This is going to sound like a really weird question but, what year is it?” He bit his lip, waiting for the answer. He blinked and looked at his Dad like he was crazy, “2031... I just turned 17, remember?” he clapped a hand on Steven’s shoulder, “You feeling alright?” Steven cleared his throat. “Son, it might be 2031 where you are but....right now it’s 2013.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I just turned 26 last month.” He looked him in the eye. “Haven’t even proposed to Lillian yet.” “Lillian is Mom.” he started to worry, “Did you hurt your head again, you know you still haven’t gotten used to being taller even though it’s been nearly 18 years.” he chuckled, “Come on, I’ll buy you a cup of coffee and a scone before Sarah does something again.” “I didn't hit my head..” He sighed and pulled out his phone, showing the date. “See?” His brow furrowed. This kid was 17 years old and calling him dad. Then Steven started to do the math. “Wait a minute....when’s your birthday?” He was really starting to worry that maybe Maryanne had been right. He reached into his back pocket, “December 11th, 2014...” Grant pulled out his wallet and found the last family picture they had taken together just around Christmas. “Come on, Dad. What happened?” he shoved the photo towards Steven. Steven took a look at the picture and just stared at it. At least if his birthday was in December, that meant Lillian wasn't pregnant yet. “The spire. It had to be....” He looked in the direction of the spire and then back at the boy standing in front of him. “I really am only 26 years old. You won’t be born for another...” He did the math in his head. “16 months.” Steven bit his lip and sighed. “But I...” he stuttered, looking smaller and more like Steven as he shuffled his feet, “But I just came around the corner, Mom dropped me off to take Freddie and Josie to school.” he shook his head, “What... how is it... 2013?” “I don’t know.” He sighed and closed his eyes again before looking at the young man. “What’s your name?” He really hated having to ask his own son that. “Grant James Rogers.” He muttered sadly, “I.. uh... I have a younger brother and sister too.” Steven nodded. “Alright. Why don’t we head on home? We can have some tea and talk about this, okay?” He cleared his throat, really hoping that Lil wasn't home right then. “Mind if I get a scone first? I really want one.” he blushed a little. He might have wanted to see Peggy too. Rogers men loved Peggy Carter, after all. Steven smiled. “We can get a scone.” He went over to the door and held it open for his son. He couldn't believe it. And that’s when what Grant said finally sunk in. “You have two siblings?” He raised an eyebrow. Three kids? Really? “Thanks.” he muttered as he went inside and frowned a little. The place looked different on the inside. “Yeah, there’s just three of us...” Grant looked around. Everything he knew was missing really. All that he recognized was the display counter. “So, where’s... everything? There’s no booths, there’s no music...” his eyes settled on the display. “At least they still sell shortbread.” “This place just opened a couple of weeks ago or so. At least this version of it. Sookie’s still working on it.” Steven sighed. He really felt sorry for the kid, but he also knew how he felt. “Let’s get that scone and then we can go home and figure this out, okay?” He patted Grant on the shoulder. They were nearly the same height, which made Steven happy. Meant that his shortness really was just a result of the scoliosis. Grant just nodded and headed for a table, “Is she here?” he asked, “I mean, are there any cheese scones and shortbread left in back? She always keeps a tray back for us.” he blushed a little, not wanting his father to realize what a big part Peggy and Steve were in their lives. “Let me go check.” He smiled and then went around the counter to check the back. He hoped that Sookie and Peggy wouldn't mind him being back there. Peggy was in back with the baby sleeping in his playpen as she rolled and cut scones. Sookie had stepped out to get some more supplies after her deliveries and Peggy was happy being on her own. “Steven?” she smiled, seeing him, “Why didn't you ring the bell?” “I wanted to talk to you for a second, quietly.” He sighed, looking over his shoulder before moving a little closer. “Do you have any of those cheese scones? I need a couple before we talk.” He bit his lip. She nodded over to the cooling rack, “Careful, they just came out of the oven five minutes ago.” Peggy wiped her hands, “What’s wrong?” “Give me just a second.” He nodded and got a small plate, putting two of the scones on it quickly, he then went out and set the plate on the table, patting Grant on the shoulder again before heading back to talk to Peggy. “There’s a kid out there, 17....apparently just got here today and he says.....well, he says he’s my son.” He bit his lip. Peggy frowned and looked up at the CCTV monitor. “You can’t be his father, you’re barely 26. He’s obviously newly arrived and got hit on the head or some such. Poor boy.” she said sympathetically. “Is he hurt?” “He’s from the future, Peggy. For him, it was 2021.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Take a good look at him, Peggy. If it weren't for the dark hair, he’d look just like me.” He looked out the doorway again before looking back at Peggy. “He says that Lil’s his mom.” Her eyes blanched and she leant out the door to get a better look. “He does look like you. He has your eyes.” she muttered. “It’s The Island, isn't it?” Steven nodded. “Yeah. And...he says he’s the oldest of three.” Steven made a face. “This is so weird. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to Lillian.” “I don’t think there is a way to explain this. It’s... remarkable.” she was fascinated at how the island had a cycle of something dramatic once a month. You could set your clock by it. “He’s definitely my kid. Once he realized I really didn't know who he was the shoulders slumped and he’s been down.” He sighed. “I better get back out there so he doesn't think I’m freaking out or something. Even though I am freaking out.” He shook his head. Grant was picking at his scone, though he could hear hushed voices and knew exactly what they were talking about. He was getting annoyed by the voices and he just wanted his own father back, his own world with his brother and sister. Steven finished up with Peggy and then headed back out to sit across from Grant. “I’m sorry about all this.” He scratched the back of his neck. “It’s a lot to take in.” He sighed. “You ready to get home?” |