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anothergo ([personal profile] anothergo) wrote in [community profile] folkmeme 2024-02-18 04:33 am (UTC)

[It's not that she's unwilling to share their stories with him, but that an all at once delivery might be a little too much on top of arriving to this pocket dimension by way of transfiguration into a comet. At least he's not screaming like Vegas Thor did when The Watcher plucked him to fight.]

Yes, my Steve. [It's firm, but there's a warmth to it. He's from her universe as far as they've figured, and they are courting despite recent events throwing a slight wrench in how that looks. So yes, he's her Steve.

She notices the flinch, but has no intention of making a big deal about it.
PTSD's par for the course for any soldier, but even more so for those who become POWs. HYDRA and the Red Room both were not kind to their captives, regardless of the universe.
]

A month, give or take some time. [Some days it feels like less, and others more.] I'm from 2014. Pulled from mid-mission on the Lemurian Star. [And after her stint with the Guardians of the Multiverse. Peggy puts a pin in that story.] When I arrived here, Steve's last memories were from during the war, right around when I time-jumped into the future through the Tesseract, but he recently disappeared and came back from a point fifty years later, ahead of my time, actually.

[With those memories, the actual tiredness of the super soldier is revealed, her shoulders sagging slightly and lips frowning.] It's all a bit tricky.

[With perfect timing, the drinks arrive. Peggy waits for their server to bustle off before speaking again, out of habit, her intensity returning as she holds his gaze. This way, there's no misunderstanding that she knows Bucky will understand her next statement and the weight of its meaning.]

The Red Room got their hands on him.

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