open post (steve rogers)

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steve rogers / captain america open post.

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A trick or an illusion would certainly account for this hallucination. If HYDRA could harness the power of some god-cube, why couldn't they also make up some sort of toxin that gave visual and auditory hallucinations of the one thing the person wanted most in life? Peggy, for all that she had tried to move on, still knew in her heart that all she wanted was one last moment with him. Even if it was just to say goodbye, even if it was just to hear his voice one last time - but how could those thugs chasing her have this sort of tech?

If she was already poisoned and dying, then so be it. Whatever was happening, he was here for the briefest moment to give her some comfort before she failed her mission. She knew she shouldn't lower her guard, but she let her gun fall completely to her side and took a few steps toward him. Glass pieces still fell from her hair as she moved and the sting of her injuries made her remember that, at least in part, this was real.

"...If it is, I don't want it to end. How are you here? ...Did they-- They didn't take you, did they?"

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It was as Peggy walked toward him that Steve realized she was injured. The way that her uniform -- which was usually impeccable and neat -- was out of place, the glass falling from her hair, and some nicks on her hands and face...

He swallowed hard, fighting all the urges to step away from someone who had to be some kind of trap in a familiar form. If this was the result of some villain trying to get under his skin, Steve still didn't know how they'd found him here or gotten through the security system.

All he wanted was to believe that it was real, but he had to hold his ground for now. He didn't back away from her, but he didn't reach out for her either.

"I think I'm the one who should be asking you that question," he said, an attempt to be guarded but his tone wasn't quite hard enough. "Peggy, I crashed the plane, I was buried in ice for... for seventy years. SHIELD found me and defrosted me--"

He paused, moving over to the closest window to pull the curtains back and show her the view outside: a modern New York street.