[ Peggy herself has heard her fair share of comments and opinions on how she is less than others, how she's set herself out to do more than she truly can, for the simple fact that she was born a woman. Thankfully, and much like in Steve's case, she's never truly paid those words any mind. She's never had any illusions of how society works, how it sees women and their role within it, and if anything small minds such as those have only served to fuel her.
So much of her has always been a coiled spring, waiting to snap. At men who thought she couldn't do as well - or better - than them, at women who pinned her as some graceless creature simply because of the choices in her life. As if what she fought for wasn't truly worth it.
But it was - it is. She might be a mess and lost completely but she doesn't regret her choices one bit, even if all of them have brought her here. Especially when they've brought here, standing in front of Steve, the man she had thought to be long gone.
Peggy has never had any illusions, not since she received news of her fiancé's death while still wearing her beautiful pearl-coloured dress. There is no such thing as second chances, she's learned that the hard way— or she thought she had.
Right now, she's not sure of anything anymore. And perhaps that's not too bad a thing. ]
No, not-- not right now. [ She nods, parroting Steve's own words. The rational side of her knows that those tests are a necessity, but she has been tested on more times than she can remember, and the very thought of having someone in a lab coat coming anywhere near her has her stomach twisting almost painfully.
One hand still clings to Steve's clothes, as if she's afraid he might just vanish if she lets go, but the other drops, smoothing down the rumpled front of the hospital gown she's wearing. ] These really aren't very flattering.
[ Even a sliver of humour hurts, and her chuckle comes out more as a soft cry than anything else. There's still so much she wants to ask, so much she needs to know - so much she needs to tell. All of it is mucked up in her head, and he doesn't even know where to begin, but focusing on the simpler and more tangible things, taking one step at a time, it may just be the best course of action right now. ]
Where can I... find some clothes? Assuming they're not going to try and lock me up in that room again. [ She tries to say it lightly, but there's worry in her voice, panic, her hand clinging a little tighter to Steve's shirt. Steve would never let them do that again, would he? He would stop them if they tried. The Steve she remembers would, at least. ]
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So much of her has always been a coiled spring, waiting to snap. At men who thought she couldn't do as well - or better - than them, at women who pinned her as some graceless creature simply because of the choices in her life. As if what she fought for wasn't truly worth it.
But it was - it is. She might be a mess and lost completely but she doesn't regret her choices one bit, even if all of them have brought her here. Especially when they've brought here, standing in front of Steve, the man she had thought to be long gone.
Peggy has never had any illusions, not since she received news of her fiancé's death while still wearing her beautiful pearl-coloured dress. There is no such thing as second chances, she's learned that the hard way— or she thought she had.
Right now, she's not sure of anything anymore. And perhaps that's not too bad a thing. ]
No, not-- not right now. [ She nods, parroting Steve's own words. The rational side of her knows that those tests are a necessity, but she has been tested on more times than she can remember, and the very thought of having someone in a lab coat coming anywhere near her has her stomach twisting almost painfully.
One hand still clings to Steve's clothes, as if she's afraid he might just vanish if she lets go, but the other drops, smoothing down the rumpled front of the hospital gown she's wearing. ] These really aren't very flattering.
[ Even a sliver of humour hurts, and her chuckle comes out more as a soft cry than anything else. There's still so much she wants to ask, so much she needs to know - so much she needs to tell. All of it is mucked up in her head, and he doesn't even know where to begin, but focusing on the simpler and more tangible things, taking one step at a time, it may just be the best course of action right now. ]
Where can I... find some clothes? Assuming they're not going to try and lock me up in that room again. [ She tries to say it lightly, but there's worry in her voice, panic, her hand clinging a little tighter to Steve's shirt. Steve would never let them do that again, would he? He would stop them if they tried. The Steve she remembers would, at least. ]