OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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latches on and apologizes for this in advance

[recked]

[There's a period there after Steve's crash that's swallowed down like collective disbelief: SHIELD moves ahead with sniping at what remains of Hydra, sure, but outside the officially filed paperwork there isn't a single soul that doesn't expect Steve to come strutting in shrugging off shrapnel and frost. It's hard to imagine a man like that staying down after everything else he's taken on the chin.

And it's not as if Howard Stark is immune, either. Possibly because he's always fancied himself as the sort of man that turns the impossible into everyday luxuries, meaning the more he realizes his own limitations, the darker his own horizon looks. Steve's alive. Hydra's finished. The war's about to end and he'll be able to turn his attention back towards the sort of innovations society really needs.

Snap two months forward and none of those things are true. Nothing fatal for him or his drive, but there's a wound there that he doesn't bother acknowledging: giving up the search-- hell, giving up anything isn't him. And coming back to the old hustle and bustle under Manhattan after a few months spent floating around on ice is disorienting to say the least.

Foreign and familiar all at once.

He spends too long stood still near the paintings on the wall thumbing idly at retired files.]

no never apologize

[righthook]

[ Peggy is not sentimental.

(That is not true.)

Perhaps she should start again. Peggy is not someone to let sentiment overwhelm her, to allow it a sufficient place in her life that she is not able to perform her duties to the best of her abilities.

So that is what she does, even on the night she was supposed to be dancing. She performs her duties, through the long hard end days of the war, as they push and push and then there is no more pushing to be done. It's all over.

By the time she finds herself in America again it has been some months since he last saw Howard. But she has been placed here on assignment, and though she did not come to the old base in expectation of seeing him (old and empty, most of their things cleared out, machines mostly broken down and removed) it still does not come as a surprise. She had been updated on the search, of course. ]

You look well. [ She doesn't look at the paintings, instead takes one of the files from his hands and glances it over. ] I didn't think they had left anything of value here.