She should be able to find a job, every place has employment. In so doing perhaps find a way back to where she belonged, there was too much unfinished there. With Howard's help she'd found her feet again, felt reinvigorated and ready to face the world as herself. A stronger, wiser version but still a Peggy Carter that had been missing for far too long. She would no longer be content to simply take orders for lunch or make runs for coffee, she could do more than file paperwork, and she would.
So, with that mindset it meant she needed to find out what this place was, why it was and how to get out. But there were never free answers, and even if there were those were always suspect.She could find a job, use it to find more information while she supported herself. It wasn't as though she was a woman without skill or resources.
The neighborhood reflected her mood with streets that were easily from Brooklyn in the mid 1940's. The sturdy brick and concrete structures stood sentinel over the paved streets. The occasional window box held small blooming flowers and the aroma of fresh baked bread drifted from somewhere up the street. With such an idyllic setting it was easy to understand how people could nearly miss each other. She had her mission and he had his.
But he did see her.
She thought she heard a memory, something that had repeated in her mind since the crash. One word. Her name in a voice that made her breath hitch and her heart sink.
You don't 'get over' someone like Steve Rogers. You are changed by him, and you live on with that change. He became part of her and she knew that would never allow her to freely love anyone else. There could well be care and companionship, but love, a deep and unrestrained love? No, not again. To know it once and lose it meant that it had the power to catch her off guard in small moments like this and feel the double edged sword of memory.
She stopped, it was foolish but she did it anyway. Peggy turned, her fingers rising up to the compass on a chain around her neck. Dark lashes raised and warm brown eyes swept back along the side street she'd past.
It couldn't be.
She clutched at the amulet and forced herself to breathe, so sure she had forgotten how that she was getting light headed.
"Steve?" It was barely a whisper, a breath of sound. Anything more might shatter the illusion and rob her of even this moment of seeing a vision of him.
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So, with that mindset it meant she needed to find out what this place was, why it was and how to get out. But there were never free answers, and even if there were those were always suspect.She could find a job, use it to find more information while she supported herself. It wasn't as though she was a woman without skill or resources.
The neighborhood reflected her mood with streets that were easily from Brooklyn in the mid 1940's. The sturdy brick and concrete structures stood sentinel over the paved streets. The occasional window box held small blooming flowers and the aroma of fresh baked bread drifted from somewhere up the street. With such an idyllic setting it was easy to understand how people could nearly miss each other. She had her mission and he had his.
But he did see her.
She thought she heard a memory, something that had repeated in her mind since the crash. One word. Her name in a voice that made her breath hitch and her heart sink.
You don't 'get over' someone like Steve Rogers. You are changed by him, and you live on with that change. He became part of her and she knew that would never allow her to freely love anyone else. There could well be care and companionship, but love, a deep and unrestrained love? No, not again. To know it once and lose it meant that it had the power to catch her off guard in small moments like this and feel the double edged sword of memory.
She stopped, it was foolish but she did it anyway. Peggy turned, her fingers rising up to the compass on a chain around her neck. Dark lashes raised and warm brown eyes swept back along the side street she'd past.
It couldn't be.
She clutched at the amulet and forced herself to breathe, so sure she had forgotten how that she was getting light headed.
"Steve?" It was barely a whisper, a breath of sound. Anything more might shatter the illusion and rob her of even this moment of seeing a vision of him.