﹣ ᴘᴏᴘᴘɪᴇs ﹣

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✪ // ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs.

steve rubs the back of his neck.  he hadn’t thought that far ahead.  on his skin is a thick film of dirt  &  sweat,  he can feel it with every movement he makes.  he thinks,  he’d rather hose off than go out drinking.  but he’s not about to disappear now where no one can find him. nor is he going to tell peggy that.  but he does say, ❝  —  i don’t know about that.  at least, not yet.  but i wouldn’t mind some food.  i doubt schmidt was feeding these guys very well.  i’ll probably just fall in line with them. you uh —  want to join me  ?  ❞

          ❛  I  suppose  I  should.  ❜        All  the  excitement  of  the  day  had  gotten  to  all  of  them  -  No  time  to  eat  wracking  up  worries.  Even  then,  Peggy  is  lacking  an  appetite.  But  where’s  the  harm  in  following  along  ??  After  this  endeavor,  she  supposes,  following  Captain  Rogers’  lead  is  something  she  should  get  used  to.           Brief  interlude  is  taken  to  smooth  skirt,  something  playful  easing  into  her  tone.      ❛  You  must  be  starving, Captain.  ❜

[agentcartr]

✪ // ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴍᴘsᴏɴ.

           “ And what would make you think of that ? My friends are good people ! ” Jack says, before considering it again. Not them all were, or at least not the ones Peggy knew. “… well except Vernon and the people he introduced me, but those are my dad’s friends —- why don’t you ask Stark instead of pretending this is an interrogation ? I already told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about. ”

          ❛  Good  people.  ❜       Incredulous  tone  borders  on  AMUSED,  if  not  a  bit  VEXED.  Painted  nails fall  in  time  on  tabletop  as  she  takes  a  moment  to  suppress  a  roll  of  her  eyes.        ❛  Stark  may  very  well  be  a  number  of  things,  but  he  isn’t  quite  in  the  league  of  the  people  you  know.  If  you  don’t  know  something,  I’m  positive  you  know  someone  who  does.  Give  me  something,  Jack.  ❜

[agentcartr]

✪ // 🇭. 🇸🇹🇦🇷🇰 

@agentcartr > starter call

❛ peggy, let me ask you something. ❜  he’s settled in his wooden office chair, slumped with his legs propped on the desk in front of him. feet crossed at the ankles. the question is a silly one, pulled from the air to fill the silence. truth is, howard’s actually tired of working today. too much paperwork. ❛ — if you were locked in a room with one person and one item, what would you want it to be and why. ❜  

          ❛  Christ.  ❜       File  in  hand  in  gently  closed  after  question  is  posed  before  her.  Some  stubborn  part  of  her  would  kill  to  keep  working  -  Ignore  the  question  altogether  but  God  knew  if  she  didn’t  play  along,  it’d  take  up  that  much  more  of  her  time  arguing  with  him.        ❛  My  brother,  I  suppose.  His  baseball  glove  I  ruined.  A  late  apology  is  better  than  none  at  all,  wouldn’t  you  say  ??  ❜

[agentcartr]

✪ // ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs.

❝  —  i was expecting to be reprimanded for  —  everything,  ❞   everything being leaving the base,  stealing a plane,  disobeying orders  —  but that doesn’t seem to be the case.  steve smiles,  as much as getting some rest sounds nice,  he doubts he’ll be getting to do that any time soon.  not with the way everyone around him is celebrating.  steve grins,   ❝  —  unless philips has a change of heart,  i guess,  i’m free for the night.  ❞

         ❛  WELL  -  Think  I  got  the  bulk  of  that  for  you.  Happy  to  take  the  blow.  ❜      Short  lived  lecture  was  nothing  new,  and  the  whole  ordeal  seemed  to  be  left  in  the  dust  brought  on  by  the  hundreds  of  soldiers  Captain  Rogers  returned  in  relatively  good  condition.  That,  teamed  with the  energy  of  the  whole  camp  sparked  up  girlish  excitement  in  herself  (  PERHAPS  his  smile  was  a  little  help  ).      ❛  You’ve  definitely  earned  a  free  night  and  then  some.  Suppose  you’ll  be  heading  out  with  all  the  boys,  spread  some  more  enthusiasm  for  future  endeavors  between  drinks.  ❜

[agentcartr]

local garbage bin finally does her verses page

[agentcartr]

✪ // ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs.

❝  you say that like it’s a bad thing,  ❞     under sot  &  grime,  there is a soft smile on his face.  the march back to camp has worn him out so much his legs feel like they may buckle in at any moment.  but he stays upright.  he taps the front of the shield,  ❝  —-  the show was supposed to be a morale booster, anyway.  i just had to change up the script. ❞

        ❛  Not  bad.  ❜      Exhilaration  fuels  smallest  movements  -  Even  in  handing  the  man  water  filled  canteen,  her  thrill  is  present.      ❛  Much  needed  changes,  I  think.  You’ve  outdone  yourself  and  you’ve  just  barely  started,  Captain.  I  can’t  wait  to  see  where  you  go  from  here...  A  bed  and  some  rest  actually,  it  seems.  ❜

[agentcartr]

✪ // ʟ. ʟᴀɴᴇ.

   ‘    thank you, ms carter.   ‘     she really does speak with utmost admiration & appreciation of the compliment, sighing & running her hands through her hair.  ‘  not everyone approves, of course, but i think its important that the truth always be made known to the public, though it’s not always easy to get.  ‘  she grimaces & moves her jacket sleeve down to hide a bruise….she’s only bullpen after all, not supposed to go around chasing sketchy cartel members & potential corrupt high-ranking officials  -   but she does, anyway.   ‘   all in a day’s work, i suppose. ‘ 

          ❛  I  love  a  lack  of  approval  in  a  woman.  ❜      It’s  easy  to  see  herself  in  Ms.  Lane.  A  touch  less  bloodstained,  surely,  there’s  something  less  heavy  in  her  eyes  than  in  Peggy’s  own.  Regardless,  she  listens  intently,  crimson  lips  resting  on  lip  of  mug  as  she  takes  in  both  words  and  movements  (  bruise  is  accounted  for  and  does  earn  something  of  a  smile  ).       ❛  All  in  a  day’s  work,  indeed.  You’re  doing  great  things  already,  for  yourself,  for  people  at  large,  for  women  -  I’m  sure  that  must  be  something.  ❜

[agentcartr]

✪ // ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ sᴏᴜsᴀ.

❝    s’gettin’ cold,   isn’t it?     ———     i like it,  though.    well.   most of the time.    when i can forget that i spent some of my last days on the front line b’fore, uh   -    before my leg got blown off a few hours shy of christmas eve.   that  …  that was somethin’.   gave my pai a heart attack,  i think.     ❞

  @agentcartr   ✧   liked   !

        ❛  Usually  does,  in  the  winter.  ❜      Retort  is  at  least  softened  with  something  of  a  nostalgic  smile  -  One  quick  to  falter  at  his  following  cavalier  mention.       ❛  SOMETHING,  indeed  ...  Suppose  that  would  give  anyone  a  heart  attack.  But  I  imagine  you  must  have  liked  it  as  a  child  ??  ❜

[agentcartr]

✪ // ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴍᴘsᴏɴ.

@agentcartrliked for a starter.

“Are you suggesting that I was involved into that?” Thompson questioned, turning to look at Peggy as both brows came together. “Look, Marge, I might be a drunk, I admit it. But I’m the kind of drunks who knows their limits… and I don’t think I would have gone that far to do something like that.”

            ❛  I’m  suggesting  you  know  more  than  you’re  telling  me.  ❜      Strong  set  jaw  tightens  in  the  slightest  (  Marge,  he  says  ),  hands  folding  over  themselves  on  table  before  them.      ❛  I  suppose  one  sort  would  know  the  other.  You  may  not  have  been  involved  but  is  it  impossible  to  think  that  someone  you  might  know  is  ??  ❜

[genecurrankelly]

Mr. Smith Goes To Washington, 1939

[cptnstevens]

“Goodbye, my darling.”

[agentcartr]

remember when peggy got fucking impaled and was like it’s Fine I’ll Walk it Off

[agentcartr]

✪  // sᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ

❝     would  it  make  much  of  a  difference  whether  it  is  nor  not ?     ❞     OVER   THE   KNUCKLE   /   BETWEEN   THE   FINGERS ,   she’s  a  real  natural  at  twirling  the  butterfly  knife  around  her  hand  in  such  a  flurry  it  was  hard  to  decipher  which  way  it  were  going  next .

          ❛  Might  say  a  bit  about  you.  ❜      Casual  tone  ties  with  lifting  of  gaze  from  blur  of  a  blade  to  its  handler.        ❛  Whether  you  stole  it  or  if  it  was  a  gift.  That  sort  of  detail  can  be  very  telling.  ❜

[agentcartr]

peggy’s view of steve is very on level with that of michael, in that they’re the sort of people she strives to be and thinks back on when she needs motivation or strength. & similarly they are the two hardest losses and topics for her to discuss. losing michael pushed her into action and losing steve reminded her why she needed to keep going.

[agentcartr]

❛ i’ll wait for you. ❜

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴠɪʟ ᴡᴀʀs // @withoutwar

           ❛  You  bloody  well  will.  ❜       Exhilaration  at  being  a  part  of  the  action  (  FINALLY  )  fully  fuels  grin  across  her  face.  A  moment  of  contemplation  passes  quickly  before  she  gently  raps  knuckles  against  red  strip  of  his  shield.      ❛  For  good  luck,  then.  ❜

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[agentcartr]

❝ We were lucky we didn’t get ourselves killed that summer. ❞

sᴛᴇᴘʜᴇɴ ᴋɪɴɢ·s ɪᴛ // @rustedlonging

         ❛  That  summer,  that  winter.  Everything  in  between.  ❜         Subtle  slur  between  usually  crisp  words  is  prime  indicator  that  she  should  slow  it  on  the  whiskey  (  she  does  ).  Though,  maybe,  she  considers,  the  lightheaded  she  feels  in  tied  more  so  into  the  overwhelming  sense  of  nostalgia  that  comes  with  talking  about  the  war.  That  familiar  pang  of  remembrance  and  regret.          ❛   We’re  lucky  we  haven’t  gotten  ourselves  killed  at  all.  ❜        Peggy  jaunts,  empty  glass  raised  in  acknowledge  in  front  of  her  smile.