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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She'd left everything neatly put away, thinking to make it easier on whoever would be cleaning up after her. Only a few things sit out: the outfit Aunt Peggy had bought for her, and the little ceramic star lamp Bucky had bought for her, sitting next to a small bunch of dried wildflowers. Tucked beneath it is a folded note she won't need to give to him after all.
Sharon considers the small pile of things, then turns her focus toward getting out of her SHIELD uniform. Boots, holster, belt, sidearm, and phone get set neatly aside before she skins out of the suit and folds it. She dresses once more in the skirted uniform she'd been wearing earlier, then collects the small pile of things and pushes back out of the tent and into the warm late summer night.
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“Is Colonel Phillips waiting to hear tonight?” he asks, finally.
“Morning report was soon enough as long as nothing blew up, he said,” Steve tells him. “Figured I could swing by to see if he’s still working, though.”
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"Will you hold onto these for me again, Aunt Peggy?"
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Bucky has to admire how deftly she lets them know how much time they have.
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"Thank you, Aunt Peggy." She looks to Steve. "Cap."
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"Well," she says, wry. "We probably aren't going to find much privacy in the field tonight."
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Which she may actually have to start considering, herself, since she's here for the foreseeable future. What's happening, back home? How could Selvig not have figured out how to bring her back yet?
So she nods and shifts a little closer to him. "Okay."
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“Have you ever been to London?” he asks, after wracking his brain for something to say.
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Visiting Aunt Peggy, or visiting with Aunt Peggy, for the most part. She glances over at him. "Have you been there? To the SSR headquarters?"
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"How long are you usually back there for?"
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"I guess we'll see."
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Maybe she should leave a message in a bottle for Tony to find – not that he'd have any idea who she is.
As they step past the camp boundaries, she leans her head against his shoulder, tired down to her bones after weeks of keeping her head up and her thoughts optimistic. "One way or another."
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“You’re not alone, baby.”
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She murmurs it as she puts her arm around his back and tucks herself up close to his side. "It was bad enough saying all my goodbyes today. How much more will it hurt if I'm here for another month? Or two?"
Her voice is quiet, but every word is clear as she speaks them to him, like a confession. "And every day there's less resonance to work with. Even if they're still looking, back home, they might not be able to find me soon."
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He tightens his arm around her, spreading his fingers along her side. “And don’t worry about the resonance. It’s been longer than a month for me, and I’ve still got it. You have time.”
But it’s the other thing that he doesn’t have an answer for, and he knows it, and suspects she does too.
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Fury's a good boss, but he's not sentimental. She has to consider the possibility that he's decided to just stop, that it's a waste of resources trying to find her "Maybe they decided to cut their losses. Or maybe something happened to the lab the night the cube sent me back here."
The damn thing might have exploded, or sent everyone else to various points in history.
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He turns his head to press a gentle kiss to her hair; they’re alone, there’s nobody to see. “In the meantime… you’ve got us. You’ve got me.”
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Her arm tightens around him. "I can't pretend I'm sad not to have to leave you behind."
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"Kiss me, soldier boy. Looks like you get me for a little while longer."
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