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[ihadfaith]

Peggy Carter prided herself on being able to stand fast in the face of things that may faze others, but she thought she could be given a little leeway in her new predicament

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[submitwithwill]

I had slowly come to understand, if not quite accept, that I was trapped in this place. I could not say that was an understanding to which I was thankful for, but I was, if nothing else, adaptable. Elua tried me in many ways and Kushiel, if this was his will as well, would send his punishments, I would bear them as I always had, as best I could. But I needed knowledge, and as far as I knew, the best place for that was the mysterious book case.

Entering the room, still marveling at the way the lights and the strange devices all over the building, I spotted someone already pouring over a map. That would be a good place to start as any, I guessed. With a smile, I greeted her in what seemed to be the common language here, one I knew by another name, but they all called English.

"Pardon me? do you know if there are any more of those maps available?"

[ihadfaith]

It was the accent that caught Peggy's attention first; most of the voices around her were American, with the occasional English accent slipping through to give her a brief pang, a longing for home. That wasn't much of a difference from the way she'd lived as a liaison with the American army, but for a place that claimed to have people from different universes and walks of life, it struck her as strange.

A French accent thus stood out above the rest. She looked up, curiosity mixed in with the polite smile she gave the woman as she sat straighter and answer her question. "I got this one out of the council office, and there were quite a few more, if you need one."

[submitwithwill]

"Merci. I will look into that, it will be a help as I study this place."

Still unsure of the customs in this place, I gave the stranger a slight curtsy, spreading the skirt of the garment I wore. I'd heard it was called a sun dress, something I could understand with a hem that stopped at my knees, thin straps over my shoulders and cut to the center of my back. As with everything else, the fashion was taking some time to adjust to.

"My name is Phédre nò Delaunay, it is a pleasure to meet you."

[ihadfaith]

Peggy stood out of respect for the greeting, smile a touch warmer as she nodded her head. "Peggy Carter. It's a pleasure, Phedre."

She'd not met many people yet, and anyone who showed a vested interest in the world around them always earned a modicum of respect from Peggy. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?" She gestured at the paper, spread out on the table in front of her.

[notawastedlife]

"What's with the grandpa music?" Tony said, pausing on his way in to try and fish some reference material out of the bookshelf.

He turned and studied the people in the room. No, no... bingo was his name-o.

"From an older time period," he said, clicking his fingers and pointing at her. "Always something to do with who's in the room. Someday I'll work out if it's automatic or just... creepy."

[ihadfaith]

The man spoke in a way that simply assumed he would be listened to when he talked, with none of the steel behind it that most military officers who made themselves heard possessed. It was simple confidence and expectation, and loathe as Peggy was to do so, she looked up to see who was speaking, catching his gesture in time to realize his words were aimed at her.

"We don't call it an older time period," she said, eyes narrowing slightly as she thought of Howard. There were many people who looked alike, and Howard Stark didn't necessarily have a memorable face. It was the attitude and manner this man held himself that brought him to mind. "It's simply the present."

[notawastedlife]

Tony considered this, then nodded. "Point. Older... contextually," he said, "assuming you're even from the same universe with a similar timeline. There were a few assumptions in there, they seem to be paying out. Earth? 19 something low."

[ihadfaith]

"1943, last I checked," Peggy replied. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly in amusement. "Are you from 2011 as the calendar says, or earlier?"

[onlyapassenger]

The Rec Room was only a favored destination when Bucky could find what he was looking for; its novelty had worn off in the year or so since his arrival, and he didn't spend much time in here as a result (nor the Compound proper, for that matter, though he appreciates the kitchen no less now than he did the day he fell in the ocean, in search for something to eat). Today, he's in here with the intention to kill a half hour while the last of his laundry is in the dryer, but he doesn't get further than one step before he stops in his tracks at the sight of the woman at the table.

He has been, for lack of a word, briefed, on Agent Carter's arrival. With as hectic as this past week's been, his life turned upside down twice over in as many days, it's the first time he's laid eyes on her for himself. She,s beautiful, of course, but for all the differences between this woman and Steve's sweetheart from the War, she's nevertheless familiar in her resemblance to Sharon, if nothing else

[ihadfaith]

Peggy hardly needed to look up to know who spoke to her. Sergeant Barnes was someone important by virtue of his friendship with Steve, and she'd seen what his death had done to him. She'd even shared some of his grief.

This Barnes wasn't from her own world, she'd been told, and she could see the changes. Much like Steve, she could see the toll his life beyond their war had taken on him. He looked older, commanded much more respect than she'd ever remembered giving the boy who looked her up and down when he thought she wasn't aware (and, probably, didn't care if she was).

"Sergeant Barnes," she said, standing up to greet him. He wasn't her Bucky, but Peggy couldn't help but the relief she felt in seeing him alive and well again. "It's good to see you."

[onlyapassenger]

"Sergeant?"

His head tips to the side as he wonders how different their worlds must have been for that particular promotion. Officially, he'd only been a Private during the War (when he'd been formally enlisted at all), though that had been just a cover. The breadth and danger of his missions took him the world over, and he'd had more training than most before he'd ever stepped foot into battle. A Private on paper, and nothing more.

He extends his hand. "I skipped over that step where I'm from. It's Captain these days, but there's no need to be so formal. Bucky's fine. Or James."

[ihadfaith]

"James it is," Peggy replied, shaking his hand with a solid grip. Bucky had seemed like a name only Steve could truly use without feeling as though she were intruding on the bond the two men shared. "Steve mentioned you're doing quite well for yourself here."

[246th]

It's not even crying, so much as grumbling. It's low-key, but he's kept it up for most of the morning, at this rate. From the kitchen, Martha wanders into the rec-room, rubbing Alfie's back, cooing softly to him. When she sees the woman working at the table, she winces.

"I'm sorry," she says, still bouncing Alfie gently. "I'm not sure why he's so upset."

[ihadfaith]

Peggy looked up, smile ready. While children weren't necessarily a part of her future plans, there was a maternal instinct (often surpressed) she couldn't deny upon seeing a baby. "Oh, he's no bother at all. He seems to enjoy being heard."

[246th]

"He's got his father's lungs," says Martha, returning the smile, still rubbing her hand against Alfie's back. "He'll be quiet for what feels like days and then, all of a sudden, hours of pure vitriol."

[ihadfaith]

"Ah, then he doesn't sound much different than most men I know," Peggy said. There were exceptions, of course, but always few and far between. "How old is he?"

[lt_blade]

Just three more months to go, and Sonya was starting to wonder if maybe she should just spend nights in the rec room than her and Hanzo's room. Sure, it was a cliche, but the rocking chair allowed her atleast a few hours sleep without the babies pressing up against her lungs. Between that and the ongoing battle to try and keep a 'neat' appearence, she found herself wondering just how the hell some women went over this once a year.

It was there that she came across a woman (possibly new), going over what had to be notes and maps of the island. It wasn't so much that she found herself 'drawn' to the woman at the table, but there was something about her that read 'military', or at the very least there was a proffesionalism and intensity about her that pointed in the same direction.

"If you need any confermation or details, I've explored the area long enough to know what's what." Two going on three years will do that.

[ihadfaith]

Peggy looked up only after the woman stopped speaking, brief confusion on her face when she realized she was being addressed. "Oh, thank you. I'm trying to figure out as much as I possibly can before going out myself."

[lt_blade]

Carefully, Sonya stood up from the chair, walking over to take a better look at the information she already collected.

"I can tell you now, Dino territory's not just a name. Met a buddy on a hunting trip and decided to investigate it for ourselves."

Well, she said investigate, but for all intense and purposes, Harry behaved more like a kid at christmas.

[ihadfaith]

"It was a little hard to take the name literally at first," Peggy said, "but I believe it." With what she'd learned in the last week, she was starting to put more faith in things she would previously have considered absurd.