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π™Όπ™°πšπ™Άπ™°πšπ™΄πšƒ "π™Ώπ™΄π™Άπ™Άπšˆ" π™²π™°πšπšƒπ™΄πš ([personal profile] revlon) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2018-04-13 03:59 am (UTC)

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[ Peggy was amongst the many other refugees who'd gone to greet the newcomers β€” of course she was. She knew a few, some she'd met on the station and others who are close to the friends she's made on the surface. But Tony Stark is of particular interest to her. They've met before but he doesn't remember it and she isn't about to harp on about lost time because it does no good (never mind that it's a little unsettling, memories being tampered with). She knows the history between him and Steve. Well β€” him, Steve, and Bucky. It's a difficult truth to swallow and she still can't come to terms with it herself (Howard is still such a fresh memory for her, a friendship she values greatly), but it doesn't matter in the immediate here and now.

No, what's important is that he's here; and as Howard's son, she's feels a certain responsibility for his well-being. Which is why she rides her horse up the entourage of refugees headed for Olympia until she finds Tony β€” they're only a half hour away from the city gates, by her reckoning. (This is so much easier than the time she had to smuggle him in past the guards, good Lord.) ]


Mr Stark, [ she greets, dismounting so they can speak more comfortably. Queen Mab walks alongside them, her reins held in Peggy's lightly bandaged right hand. ] Have you given any thought to your accommodations in the city?

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