[ thing is, of course, that's exactly how she and rogers managed to dodge what ought to have been their inevitable crash together: the war got on the way. they kept their priorities firm.

they tried to. maybe she wasn't quite as successful as she'd hoped. still, she misses some of that emotional distance just now. ]

...I have magical window cleaner that might maybe let us see through to the mirroside, only I haven't tested it. Yet.

[ peggy blurts out. almost (it seems) with relief. ]

It's only a theory. Not even mine, actually.