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Peggy Carter ([personal profile] mucked) wrote in [community profile] munebox 2015-05-27 12:20 am (UTC)

"Up there," she repeated.

Peggy clucked her tongue. Hurried was the last word she could ever hope to use to describe the nature of their theoretical pursuit. If he was right -- if this was some sort of forward scout now rushing back to raise an alarm -- then they might be overrun in due time. Only she'd thought the city was meant to be abandoned. Life-signatures clocking in at next to nothing. Only birds, Howard had assured her. Birds and rats and whatever vermin persist after the death of civilization.

"Then we should work on not being here when it returns. Can you--" she softened. It was one thing to know a man healed quickly, and quite another to take it on faith that he was ready to but out. Her own bruises were showing purple and blue on her cheek, and there was a stiffness in her body that couldn't quite be argued with. But she'd move, if she had to.

And had to trust that he would too.

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