Steve Rogers (captain_srogers) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-09-07 09:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, steve rogers, ~peggy carter |
Who: Steve and Peggy
Where: the cottage
What: Steve finally comes home
When: Late Friday night
Rating: Probably high for talk of NYC
Open: No
Steve hadn't stopped for three days now. He'd eaten but not nearly enough and he hadn't slept yet. But slowly he was starting to notice that he was slipping in his ability to help and that was finally the thing to bring him home. He wanted to help but he knew if he wasn't able to work he'd end up making mistakes and jut making things worse.
So, he made sure there was someone to take care of the groups trying to help and made his way back toward the cottage where he knew Peggy would be worried about him. He'd worried about her too, both knowing she'd be helping in the city and knowing she'd be fretting over him. But still he was quiet as he came in to the cottage, immediately taking off his boots and stripping down to his t shirt and boxer briefs, knowing everything else was covered in dust and blood and god-knows what else and not wanting to track those things in to the house.
He was exhausted physically but mentally he was almost gone. Having checked out of the emotion and guilt of everything he'd seen over the past few days, mostly as some form of self-preservation. But even as he dragged his feet in to the house he was aware enough to see Peggy sitting on the couch. "Why are you up?" he asked softly, even his voice a little warn from constantly taking over the commotion around him to give others orders.