[Right after this happens...]
Peggy. Peggy is on the Enterprise.
Bucky had been upset -- whatever they talked about had really done a number on him -- but all Steve can think about is Peggy is on the ship. At first he thought she would be old, much like he was even if he didn't look it; the Peggy he left in DC. As Bucky ranted and raved, it became clearer that it was more possible it was the Peggy he knew during the war. Steve has a hard time processing that, even if her picture never leaves his mind.
Once Bucky's settled, and Steve's sure he's not going to do anything to hurt himself, he moves into the halls, bent on hunting down the chief of security. If Peggy is here, he'll know where she is. There's a ball of nerves nestled tight under his ribcage, making him anxious, impatient, aggravated when he can't find the lieutenant, movements quick and choppy. For whatever reason he needs to find her, and he needs to find her now. He's about to start knocking on doors until he finds the right one, but his eyes drift to the computers instead.
Right. This shouldn't be too hard. Steve walks to the wall panel, leaning both palms against it, and stares blankly at the LCARS display. "Uh. Computer? Do you have a Margaret 'Peggy' Carter on file?" It chimes, and the automated voice answers: "Peggy Carter is located on Deck 7, Room #0733."
Steve cranes his neck down the hall, pushing off in the direction of her room before he remembers his manners.
"Thanks," he says, before jogging away from the computer. His feet move quick, that ball of nerves turning into a small boulder; he doesn't know why he feels nervous, why he's breathing fast and fighting off panic, why he has to get down the hall as fast as he can to make her door chime sound, why every second he waits outside, hoping for her to answer, is a kind of slow torture he was never trained for -- but that's where he finds himself, braced against the doorjamb, hoping she'll answer.
Peggy. Peggy is on the Enterprise.
Bucky had been upset -- whatever they talked about had really done a number on him -- but all Steve can think about is Peggy is on the ship. At first he thought she would be old, much like he was even if he didn't look it; the Peggy he left in DC. As Bucky ranted and raved, it became clearer that it was more possible it was the Peggy he knew during the war. Steve has a hard time processing that, even if her picture never leaves his mind.
Once Bucky's settled, and Steve's sure he's not going to do anything to hurt himself, he moves into the halls, bent on hunting down the chief of security. If Peggy is here, he'll know where she is. There's a ball of nerves nestled tight under his ribcage, making him anxious, impatient, aggravated when he can't find the lieutenant, movements quick and choppy. For whatever reason he needs to find her, and he needs to find her now. He's about to start knocking on doors until he finds the right one, but his eyes drift to the computers instead.
Right. This shouldn't be too hard. Steve walks to the wall panel, leaning both palms against it, and stares blankly at the LCARS display. "Uh. Computer? Do you have a Margaret 'Peggy' Carter on file?" It chimes, and the automated voice answers: "Peggy Carter is located on Deck 7, Room #0733."
Steve cranes his neck down the hall, pushing off in the direction of her room before he remembers his manners.
"Thanks," he says, before jogging away from the computer. His feet move quick, that ball of nerves turning into a small boulder; he doesn't know why he feels nervous, why he's breathing fast and fighting off panic, why he has to get down the hall as fast as he can to make her door chime sound, why every second he waits outside, hoping for her to answer, is a kind of slow torture he was never trained for -- but that's where he finds himself, braced against the doorjamb, hoping she'll answer.
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