onthedot: (29 - [sad] talking)
Peggy Carter ([personal profile] onthedot) wrote in [personal profile] trainwrecked 2013-11-25 02:59 am (UTC)

He had barely twitched and the silence was warm and comfortable as they sprawled around the tiny, cramped apartment she had rented for herself in Brooklyn the moment they had returned from the war front. The moment she had known her place was here and not in England and so far away from those she had come to care for desperately. She had brought James with her. Made him really. When she could pull him from Steve's side in those brief weeks before he woke up.

But now they were all here together and while it should have, and frankly could have, been less awkward, there was always that undercurrent of fear of losing one another if anyone left.

Yet, even in the stillness of that morning, Peggy's eyes drifted back to James slumped form where he had fallen asleep over the paper. The idiot likely thought neither she nor Steve had noticed he wasn't sleeping. As if he could honestly hide something like that while staying in close quarters. So seeing him resting now, she was hesitant to rouse him.

Until she noticed the tremor.

Until he started mouthing words.

She rose from her chair and moved to kneel beside him, ready to shake him back into the present, when he did the job for her. Her hand instantly went to his face.

"James," her tone was forceful for all that it was quiet. "Look at me. They can't ever have you. You're safe here with Steve and I."

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