Reunion
Teddy is officially going on no sleep. He had dozed fitfully in a chair in the rec room after meeting Peggy Carter, then gotten up and gone back to the crash room to lie fitfully in bed until it was light out. Now that morning is arrived and the compound is busy with people, Teddy realizes he hasn't slept in at least forty eight hours and probably looks like it.
He showers, puts on the clothing Billy lent him the previous day, and manages to force down a biscuit and some coffee in the kitchen. He watches people, politely introduces himself to a few who note him as a new face, but mostly keeps quiet and out of the way. Eventually he makes his way to the compound's front stoop and sits, wearing silver-grey and lime-green adidas he found in the clothes box, his costume and boots stored safely in the crash room for the time being.
The sun feels nice, and he rolls the sleeves of his t-shirt up over the curves of his shoulders, and bows his head, trying to soak it in. It makes him feel tired, but he knows he still won't be able to rest.
Not until he knows, one way or the other.
He showers, puts on the clothing Billy lent him the previous day, and manages to force down a biscuit and some coffee in the kitchen. He watches people, politely introduces himself to a few who note him as a new face, but mostly keeps quiet and out of the way. Eventually he makes his way to the compound's front stoop and sits, wearing silver-grey and lime-green adidas he found in the clothes box, his costume and boots stored safely in the crash room for the time being.
The sun feels nice, and he rolls the sleeves of his t-shirt up over the curves of his shoulders, and bows his head, trying to soak it in. It makes him feel tired, but he knows he still won't be able to rest.
Not until he knows, one way or the other.