Away from the field, away from any lingering tear in time and space. She's silent as Stark's techs buzz around her like bees, removing the wires and equipment. Aunt Peggy's shape is ghostlike in the dark as her eyes adjust to the lack of light.
She doesn't dare look at Bucky, only nods to her aunt. "Probably a good idea," she says, still keeping her voice carefully level.
It didn't work. And, for the first time, she allows herself to wonder if something happened, back home. If her traveling through time wasn't the only problem that came with working with the cube.
Maybe there isn't anything left there to return to.
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Away from the field, away from any lingering tear in time and space. She's silent as Stark's techs buzz around her like bees, removing the wires and equipment. Aunt Peggy's shape is ghostlike in the dark as her eyes adjust to the lack of light.
She doesn't dare look at Bucky, only nods to her aunt. "Probably a good idea," she says, still keeping her voice carefully level.
It didn't work. And, for the first time, she allows herself to wonder if something happened, back home. If her traveling through time wasn't the only problem that came with working with the cube.
Maybe there isn't anything left there to return to.