Sharon Carter (
from_the_outside) wrote2022-08-03 01:58 pm
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[ WWII AU ] what a night to go dreaming
There's no doubt that things have shifted, a little, since the day they spent tangled up together in that sun-dappled cottage, tucked away in the trees behind the nearby town. The other Howling Commandos have, seemingly by silent agreement, stopped flirting so outrageously with her, though she's caught Jim and Gabe giving Bucky more than one fondly exasperated glance. She still dances with all of them, and enjoys their company, but they yield the floor to Bucky at the end of the night, and he's the one who, as she said she wanted, walks her back to her tent.
And then there are their rendezvous' out in the field, where she still checks, each night, for a portal opening in the air. It never comes, but she spends hours there with him, walking and laughing and dancing under the starlight, stealing every moment they can together.
Aunt Peggy says nothing, but Sharon knows she can tell things have changed. There's a worried frown that lives between her brows, but she doesn't forbid her niece to see Steve's best friend, knowing it would only backfire.
Other things change not at all... like the morning tests Howard still makes them do. They're nearing the end of the sequence today, and she lets go of Bucky when Howard tells her to, careful not to linger. It's difficult to say what Stark thinks of his findings; he mutters to himself and snaps at his assistants, but all she can glean from it is that the resonance is still fading at a regular rate from her cells.
But none of them know why.
And then there are their rendezvous' out in the field, where she still checks, each night, for a portal opening in the air. It never comes, but she spends hours there with him, walking and laughing and dancing under the starlight, stealing every moment they can together.
Aunt Peggy says nothing, but Sharon knows she can tell things have changed. There's a worried frown that lives between her brows, but she doesn't forbid her niece to see Steve's best friend, knowing it would only backfire.
Other things change not at all... like the morning tests Howard still makes them do. They're nearing the end of the sequence today, and she lets go of Bucky when Howard tells her to, careful not to linger. It's difficult to say what Stark thinks of his findings; he mutters to himself and snaps at his assistants, but all she can glean from it is that the resonance is still fading at a regular rate from her cells.
But none of them know why.
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In the next second, she's lacing her fingers with his, her voice quiet. "I'm sorry," she murmurs.
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They'll be searching for her still, he's sure, probably going out of their minds with worry. How can he hope that their pain continue?
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She wants to go home. But she doesn't want to lose him. "It'll be all right," she tells him, trying to believe it herself. "Whatever happens."
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"It'll be all right, Sharon. It will. And I don't regret this, between us. Not even a little. I can't."
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And she wants more, but she's always wanted more. So does everyone. How many people get even a fraction of what they've been given?
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He punctuates everything he says with light kisses, then looks down into her eyes.
"All of it. All of you."
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There's still some time. They don't have to say goodbye yet. And this is a last-ditch experiment, the chances that it will work have to be slim in the extreme.
But she wants him to be certain, anyway. "All of you," she murmurs back, and lifts up to press her lips almost chastely to his. "You're everything I've ever wanted and more, sweetheart."
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She smiles at him, crooked. "Walk with me?"
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"Maybe sometimes once you're back, you can look at the stars and remember me, if you want." He gives her a little smile. "The stars aren't going to change between then and now, right? So it'll be like we're looking at them together."
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"Don't you forget me either, soldier boy."
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They stroll along the path they'd taken that first night she was here, when she'd teased him about it being a date. Over there is where they paused walking back to the camp and kissed for the first time; up ahead is the stretch of meadow where they'd danced and everything had shifted around them. She'll come back here, she decides. When she makes it home. She'll come back and find this place where they'd spent so much time together. And maybe it'll feel like he's just a few steps behind her on the path, like any moment she'll see him come walking through the dark.
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For now, he watches the play of sunlight through the trees against the gold of her hair, and holds on to this moment with both hands.
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Settling herself down in the grass, she pats the spot next to her and smiles at him, much as she had that first night, when he decided to trust her. "Take a load off, Sergeant."
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"It's nice here, isn't it?"
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She studies him, the way the sunshine kisses his skin, the long lean line of his body, and smiles.
This time, there's the glint of mischief in it. "I brought a little treat for you."
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"You did?" She looks as though she's anticipating something, and he's curious as hell. "What is it?"
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"The rest of my things are back in my tent," she tells him, thumbing the phone into life. "But I did promise to show you some photos."
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"That's the smallest darn camera I've ever seen or heard of, by the way," he tells her.
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Tragically, wi-fi and streaming music stations won't be invented for a few more decades.
She navigates to her folder of photos, and flips to the ones she'd found earlier and marked, then hands him the phone with a smile. On the screen, a younger Sharon smiles up at him, though there's something slightly exasperated in her expression. She wears a white dress and her hair is curled and a corsage blooms at her wrist. "There you go," Sharon-of-now says, amused. "My debut."
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