There hasnât been an awful lot to do around SHIELD headquarters since Peggy arrived. For all that they were dealing with worldly catastrophes on a daily basis, they seemed to have very little use for a former-founder whoâd mysteriously dropped out of time. Aside from a little testing for gamma radiation (inconclusive), the only thing sheâd had to do lately was acclimate to the intense differences between her time and this one. She hadnât done a particularly great job of it, especially given that any time she wanted to leave the base on her own she had to take an escort out with her. It wasnât exactly the sort of freedom Americans always advertised, but sheâd adjusted to it in her usual stern way.
Sheâd gotten the okay to take a night out with Howard, though; sheâd chosen to ignore the raised eyebrows of her supervisor. There was apparently some lore within SHIELD about the pair of them, though she hadnât asked about that either. Sheâd only seen the pictures: dim black and white photos of a life she hadnât lived, of people she hadnât met or allied with. The only face she truly knew was Howardâs, always grinning his obnoxious grin, always standing closer to her than the others. Theyâd created something together, apparently. This organization had been the result of their collaborative efforts, and for whatever reason⊠that unnerved her.
Steveâs distance hadnât helped much, either. Heâd call, of course, whenever he was going to be out of reach, but sometimes his voice on the end of the line did nothing more than remind her of how she lost him. She swallowed those feelings down, though, reckoning they had no use but to make her feel worse. She was out of her depth everywhere she went, and the constant reminders of the life she was missing hadnât done much to put her at ease. So sheâd taken Howard up on his offer, even if it meant openly discussing things that a lady of her caliber would more often shuffle under the rug.
She opened the door to his knock, looking very much herself now sheâd gotten more comfortable with modern clothing. She hadnât dressed up nearly as much as he had, though when she opened the door her eyes feel immediately to the roses. She looked back up at him, lifting an eyebrow, but didnât directly comment. She pursed her lipsâ which had, of course, been painted their signature red.
âStark. I hope all that effort wasnât just for me.â
She was smiling.
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