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[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

Last I checked, it was 1945...

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[fifthdoctor.livejournal.com]

Is it? [he pulls out a fob watch, looking at it, shaking it a few times and putting it to his ear] ....hm... [putting it away] So it is! 1945, a good year....one of those world wars going on though, if memory serves. This one the first, second, or third?

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[Peggy eyes him skeptically, not entirely sure if he's crazy, a spy acting crazy, or has just completely messed up his code phrases and is speaking to the wrong person. She decides to humor him, for now.]

To the best of my knowledge, we haven't made it to a third. Unless you know something I don't.

[fifthdoctor.livejournal.com]

[One never knows with the Doctor]

Well, it is hard to keep track. You lot seem to enjoy shooting at each other and when you start numbering wars, it's just asking for confusion. [The Doctor doesn't approve of war and killing, even though he's helped with quite a few battles himself out of necessity]

[techygoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah that was a while ago. *Skuld watches her a moment, really she has to see what Doctor punched a whole between WWII and 2011 and hit them repeatedly with a wet noodle, though hey! This slip through the tear might cheer up a friend of hers.* It's okay I have a feeling I know someone who can explain things better if you'd like, but you're safe, in New York, and well it's eleven years into the twenty first century. Sorry Howard wasn't able to make his floating car reality.

*Aw you just have a way with people don't you Skuld*

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[It takes Peggy a second to parse all of that, pull out the relevant bits and pieces, and do the math.] ...Sixty-six years?

[She's more skeptical than suspicious right now. Not that HYDRA wouldn't stoop to use a child, but if they did they'd have some actual backup.] Explanations would be helpful, yes.

[a small sigh, and more quietly] I wouldn't be surprised if Howard had something to do with this.

[Because Howard's experiments and collateral damage go hand in hand, some days...]

[abyssum_invocat]

Might want to check again, because it's 2011 and you're in my living room.

[Sinthia is just raising an eyebrow at the new arrival, hands stopped halfway through knotting her tie; she's dressed very much like a businessman from the forties, despite the obvious tailoring of clothes.]

I know just enough about comics canon to go "ohshit" when I first saw this tag :)

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[Peggy raises an eyebrow right back - at the piercings, not Sinthia's attire. She takes in her surroundings, ruefully noting that this is definitely a residence and not the citadel in London she was in a few seconds ago. HOWARD WHAT DID YOU DO NOW.]

So I see. Forgive me for intruding, but where exactly are we?

[just-west.livejournal.com]

It's 1949, ma'am. I think you've been reading the wrong papers.

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[This face. Forever.] If only it was that simple. [This is the last time she lets Howard drag her down to the lab to look at an untested prototype.]

You wouldn't happen to know where I could acquire a current paper, would you? [She still needs proof and a way to figure out how to contact what's left of the SSR. And have words with a certain genius industrialist.]

[like-a-gerbil.livejournal.com]

[It takes all his self control remain where he's standing and not move closer or embrace her like he wants to. He knows how disorientated and angry he'd been when he'd first realized he wasn't in the right time. And, knowing Peggy, she probably had a pistol ready and she might shoot him instead of giving him a chance to explain why he was still alive.]

Y'know I had the same problem a few months back.

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[She hears someone approach and is already reaching for her pistol before he speaks, just in case she actually has to draw it. There's no reason to be unnecessarily trigger-happy.

When he does speak up, though, she freezes in place at the sound of a voice she thought she'd never hear again. She was just packing up his file moments ago. Peggy turns around slowly, half-expecting it to be her imagination, just someone who sounds eerily familiar.

But when she sees him, impossibly real and alive and right there, all her strategy and rationalizations go out the window. She lets the pistol slide back into its holster, keeping it within reach strictly out of habit.]

Steve? [It's soft, disbelieving, but a little hopeful. In short, you might not get shot today, Steve.]

[icebloodedgirl.livejournal.com]

If that's so, then I really came back too far.

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[Peggy has plenty of experience with bizarre phenomena, but time travel? Nope. So the meaning doesn't immediately click for her.]

...Back from where?

[fifthdoctor.livejournal.com]

Is it? [he pulls out a fob watch, looking at it, shaking it a few times and putting it to his ear] ....hm... [putting it away] So it is! 1945, a good year....one of those world wars going on though, if memory serves. This one the first, second, or third?

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[Peggy eyes him skeptically, not entirely sure if he's crazy, a spy acting crazy, or has just completely messed up his code phrases and is speaking to the wrong person. She decides to humor him, for now.]

To the best of my knowledge, we haven't made it to a third. Unless you know something I don't.

[techygoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah that was a while ago. *Skuld watches her a moment, really she has to see what Doctor punched a whole between WWII and 2011 and hit them repeatedly with a wet noodle, though hey! This slip through the tear might cheer up a friend of hers.* It's okay I have a feeling I know someone who can explain things better if you'd like, but you're safe, in New York, and well it's eleven years into the twenty first century. Sorry Howard wasn't able to make his floating car reality.

*Aw you just have a way with people don't you Skuld*

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[It takes Peggy a second to parse all of that, pull out the relevant bits and pieces, and do the math.] ...Sixty-six years?

[She's more skeptical than suspicious right now. Not that HYDRA wouldn't stoop to use a child, but if they did they'd have some actual backup.] Explanations would be helpful, yes.

[a small sigh, and more quietly] I wouldn't be surprised if Howard had something to do with this.

[Because Howard's experiments and collateral damage go hand in hand, some days...]

[abyssum_invocat]

Might want to check again, because it's 2011 and you're in my living room.

[Sinthia is just raising an eyebrow at the new arrival, hands stopped halfway through knotting her tie; she's dressed very much like a businessman from the forties, despite the obvious tailoring of clothes.]

I know just enough about comics canon to go "ohshit" when I first saw this tag :)

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[Peggy raises an eyebrow right back - at the piercings, not Sinthia's attire. She takes in her surroundings, ruefully noting that this is definitely a residence and not the citadel in London she was in a few seconds ago. HOWARD WHAT DID YOU DO NOW.]

So I see. Forgive me for intruding, but where exactly are we?

[just-west.livejournal.com]

It's 1949, ma'am. I think you've been reading the wrong papers.

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[This face. Forever.] If only it was that simple. [This is the last time she lets Howard drag her down to the lab to look at an untested prototype.]

You wouldn't happen to know where I could acquire a current paper, would you? [She still needs proof and a way to figure out how to contact what's left of the SSR. And have words with a certain genius industrialist.]

[like-a-gerbil.livejournal.com]

[It takes all his self control remain where he's standing and not move closer or embrace her like he wants to. He knows how disorientated and angry he'd been when he'd first realized he wasn't in the right time. And, knowing Peggy, she probably had a pistol ready and she might shoot him instead of giving him a chance to explain why he was still alive.]

Y'know I had the same problem a few months back.

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[She hears someone approach and is already reaching for her pistol before he speaks, just in case she actually has to draw it. There's no reason to be unnecessarily trigger-happy.

When he does speak up, though, she freezes in place at the sound of a voice she thought she'd never hear again. She was just packing up his file moments ago. Peggy turns around slowly, half-expecting it to be her imagination, just someone who sounds eerily familiar.

But when she sees him, impossibly real and alive and right there, all her strategy and rationalizations go out the window. She lets the pistol slide back into its holster, keeping it within reach strictly out of habit.]

Steve? [It's soft, disbelieving, but a little hopeful. In short, you might not get shot today, Steve.]

[icebloodedgirl.livejournal.com]

If that's so, then I really came back too far.

[ithinkitworks.livejournal.com]

[Peggy has plenty of experience with bizarre phenomena, but time travel? Nope. So the meaning doesn't immediately click for her.]

...Back from where?