Peggy had nothing to say for a few long seconds, trying (and failing, in some respects) to understand what Steve was saying. Being told things may have been different was no protection against the shock at being confronted with how much so.
"1943. Sergeant Barnes was killed in action a few weeks past," Peggy compared, the confidence slowly draining from her voice, though she did her best to cling to it. "I'm not the same Peggy Carter you know, am I?"
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Date: 2011-11-17 06:13 am (UTC)Peggy had nothing to say for a few long seconds, trying (and failing, in some respects) to understand what Steve was saying. Being told things may have been different was no protection against the shock at being confronted with how much so.
"1943. Sergeant Barnes was killed in action a few weeks past," Peggy compared, the confidence slowly draining from her voice, though she did her best to cling to it. "I'm not the same Peggy Carter you know, am I?"