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WHO • peggy carter ([personal profile] revlon) & steve rogers ([personal profile] starspangle)
WHERE • deck 2
WHEN • forward-dated to the first week of july
WHAT • tmw your wartime girlfriend shows up in space when she should be hella old and super dead
WARNINGS • ...blood?? mildly graphic descriptions of injury

[ She remembers falling.

Anything that comes after that is hazy and indistinct. The way the room is spinning behind her closed eyes certainly doesn't help, nor does the swooping nausea in her stomach. But somehow, that all makes sense to her, as does how cold she feels. Because Peggy Carter remembers tangling with Whitney Frost, she remembers a horrible and sickening kind of agony (like ice, like one must imagine being sucked into a void must feel) when the other woman touched her bare skin, and then she remembers —

— falling. Again, she's back to that.

Falling off the landing, hanging by her fingertips, her grip slipping, and then — blinding white pain, the shock of air punched out of her lungs, looking down to see herself impaled on a piece of rebar —

Bloody Nora.

Peggy's eyes snap open when that catches up to her and her fingers scrabble for her abdomen, seeking out the injury, the metal, and finding... nothing. No pain, other than a vague sort of all-over ache to her body. No injury. But her clothes are torn, sticky and stiff with mostly-dried blood (her own blood, surely), and the skin healed underneath. Then her eyes adjust to the flickering gloom around her and she doesn't recognise any of it: they had been in a warehouse, not some aircraft hangar or factory or bunker. This isn't right. Despite the chill, perspiration pricks at her brow, her heartbeat picks up; something is dreadfully, horribly wrong.

She sucks in a breath through her chattering teeth, squeezes her eyes shut, and exhales slowly. All right. So either she's been — affected or transported or kidnapped, somehow, by Ms Frost, or she's lost consciousness. Or she's fallen to her death after all. Fine. Very well. One step at a time, Peggy Carter, that's the ticket.

Breathe.

But then — foosteps? She opens her eyes. Someone's coming. ]


Daniel? [ Her voice breaks, dry, unused. It echoes in the space. Peggy wills herself to remain calm as she pulls herself up to sit (her clothes stick to the ground), her hands groping for her weapon on the metal grating but finding nothing in the dark. ] Mr Jarvis?
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