Sarah Margaret Rogers (sarahmrogers) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-15 21:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, steve rogers |
Who: Sarah and Steve
Where: The farm
What: Having a talk
When: backdated to Tuesday afternoon
Rating: TBD
Open: No
Status: partially gdoced
Sarah had been torn on whether or not she should tell her father everything, but she decided it was best. She couldn’t lose her mother. She just couldn’t. So she made her way to the farm, finding him easily. “Daddy, we need to talk.” She bit her lip, looking around and hoping that nobody could hear them. Steve was still covering for Mac, he didn't know if any kids had popped for the other man but getting engaged and having a pregnant wife was a good an excuse as any for taking a day or two off. So he was on his own, working his way through the fruit trees with a pretty large basket, picking anything that was ripe. When he saw Sarah come up he set the basket aside and wiped his face with a small rag kept in his back pocket. "Sure, what's going on?" He asked, realizing she seemed pretty serious about whatever it was. "Do you want to go inside?" Sarah nodded. “Please.” She ran her fingers through her hair. It was great to see her father working the farm. “We used to come out here all the time when I was younger and I’d help you pick the fruit. You’d pick me up and I would climb up to the top branches.” She chuckled. It was good to have a happy memory. "You came out here with me?" he couldn't help smiling a little bit at the idea, something about the thought that their life was so simple just making him feel like maybe it'd all be okay. He grabbed the basket and started heading toward the barn, glancing back to make sure she followed. "Barn okay or would you rather head home? We could get a snack or something and sit out in the yard." “The barn’s fine.” She nodded, shoving her hands into her pockets. She didn’t want to risk Peggy coming home and overhearing them. “Yeah, I was kind of a tomboy when I was little and we spent a lot of time together. But then I got all girly.” She shrugged. "You don't gotta say it like it's a bad thing. You can be however you want." he offered with a small smile in her direction, setting the fruit aside once they stepped in to the barn, leading her to a simple table and some stools he and Dick had built so whoever was working on the farm at the time had a place to eat lunch. He held out a hand to one of the stools until she sat down then went to a small refrigerator nearby, "Want some water or anything?" Sarah took a seat and then shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” She scratched the back of her neck, looking down for a second. She decided to just be out with it. “Dad....Mom nearly died.” She cleared her throat. Steve grabbed a bottle of water for himself instead and sat back at the table, almost dropping the bottle when she blurted that fact, his expression steeling, "W-what?" Sarah ran her fingers through her hair. “When I was born. There were complications and mom nearly died. If she hadn’t been a super soldier, she would have.” She sniffled, looking down and picking at her nails. “So now you know why I’m so freaked out by the fact that she’s not.” Steve looked down to the table top, his hands both wrapped around the bottle now though he couldn’t open it. He took a slow breath and nodded. “I don’t...I don’t know why it’s different. If you’re from a different future or-or if something changes but she’s never been like that here. I’m the only one. And I’ve been...scared.” he admit softly. He hadn’t voiced it out loud and wasn’t sure if he’d be able to even now, but it was one of the reasons he hadn’t talked about kids, even after finding out that he wouldn’t make a baby sick anymore. Because if his kids took on the effect of the serum in his DNA in some form or another there was a chance that Peggy would be hurt trying to carry them. And it wasn’t something he would be willing to risk. “I wish she was sometimes. Just so I’d know she was safe.” he told Sarah, glancing up to see both him and Peggy in her features, wondering what kind of place she could have come from, “I’m glad you are. In some ways.” Sarah moved around and knelt down beside Steve, putting a hand on his knee. “Maybe....I don’t know, maybe the island makes her that way. You said you didn’t know that she was until after she woke up. Like, the problems when I was born....they made you see that it had happened to her.” She cleared her throat. She still felt horrible about things that were beyond her control. “Everything was okay by the time James came along. No complications or anything.” She bit her lip. “I’m really sorry, Daddy.” She rested her head on his knee, closing her eyes tight. "Hey. It's not your fault." he whispered, reaching down to tip her chin up a little bit, brushing the hair back from her face. "You don't have to be sorry for anything Sarah." he told her closing his own eyes for a moment, taking a slow breath. “I know how hard it is, to worry about people you love that much. But I’m not gonna let anything happen to your mama. No matter what. I promise.” “I just didn’t know if I should tell you or not.” She sighed, looking up at him. “I know that I don’t hang out with her all that much but I really need her. She’s the best mom ever and I don’t want to miss out on that.” She smiled a little. “It’s okay. I’m glad you did.” Steve told her, leaning forward to kiss the top of her head. “And you can tell me anything you need if it’ll help okay? Even if you think it might not be a good idea.” he told her gently, giving her a small smile. Sarah lifted up just enough that she could wrap her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest and sighing. “I think that mama thinks I don’t like her because I spend more time with you than with her.” She bit her lip. “And Auntie Maryanne and Auntie Isabel.” She looked up at him. “I guess I kind of gave her reason to think it, huh?” “I’m sure she knows you love her Sarah.” Steve murmured, letting his hand rub up and down her back. He wasn’t sure where it was all coming from, because when he thought about it, having a conversation like this with his daughter scared him a little, but here, doing it, seemed almost easy. “But I bet she’d never mind if you wanted to spend some time with her at the bakery.” he smiled, then thought about it for a second. “Does she still work at the bakery?” Sarah nodded. “Yeah. She and Sookie still run the place, with some help from some other people.” She smiled. “I am an atrocious cook, but mama’s still trying to teach me.” She nodded. “She gets frustrated with me sometimes and it’s kind of funny because her accent gets a little thicker when she’s frustrated.” Steve chuckled softly, “Sorry, you get that from me. I burn everything.” he shrugged lightly, biting his lip for a second, then offering her a hand. “Come on up off the dirt.” he murmured, not sure if they were close enough in the future that she’d be willing to sit on his lap even as a teenager, but he didn’t want her to have to sit on the floor either. He laughed again. “She still does that then?” he grinned, “She always gets real British when she’s mad at me.” Sarah took his hand and got to her feet, brushing off a bit before sitting in his lap and resting her head on his shoulder. She never missed an opportunity for cuddle time with daddy. Though it was a lot easier when she was younger. “It’s really funny.” She smiled. “Especially when James starts making fun of her and then it just gets worse.” She actually giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Sorry.” |