[ she can't decide whether she's relieved, or not, when he gives his answer. how simply it might have been to blame even this excursion on forces beyond their control. but how much more empowering, still, to reassure themselves that they're strong enough to make their own decisions.
but! the real question, the one she's not asking and won't ever ask, still rattles around the back of her brain. does it happen to a man who hasn't traveled in time so much as he's slept through it? can someone wake, rediscovered, in the wrong century and find themselves exactly like that cuppa: overtaken, gradually or otherwise, merely by time spent so very far far far away from home. so if peggy can't blame wonderland for what happened to steve rogers then maybe she can blame the ice. blame the future. blame anything, at this point, besides her own short-sighted hope.
it's progress, of a sort. at least she's now looking for something or someone else to blame. ]
I can always tell, Mister Hunter. [ she shakes off her lurking heartache. it has no place, here. not tonight. not when she finally turns her head and looks at rip in profile and finds herself reminded of exactly why she likes watching him. ] What was so sweet in the old west that you couldn't tear yourself away?
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but! the real question, the one she's not asking and won't ever ask, still rattles around the back of her brain. does it happen to a man who hasn't traveled in time so much as he's slept through it? can someone wake, rediscovered, in the wrong century and find themselves exactly like that cuppa: overtaken, gradually or otherwise, merely by time spent so very far far far away from home. so if peggy can't blame wonderland for what happened to steve rogers then maybe she can blame the ice. blame the future. blame anything, at this point, besides her own short-sighted hope.
it's progress, of a sort. at least she's now looking for something or someone else to blame. ]
I can always tell, Mister Hunter. [ she shakes off her lurking heartache. it has no place, here. not tonight. not when she finally turns her head and looks at rip in profile and finds herself reminded of exactly why she likes watching him. ] What was so sweet in the old west that you couldn't tear yourself away?