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[mannerism]

(un: p. carter )

[ Well, here we have a username that hasn't been seen on the network in a while. The video itself is, alas, distorted at the moment. It seems the device itself is being moved rather quickly from hand to hand. ]

-- bloody well doing alright by myself.

[ And then there's Peggy Carter and a native nurse who has apparently made the mistake of trying to open and hold the device for her. It's enough to get her chased out as the woman struggles to sit up. On her way out, the nurse does take a few bloodied bandages with her. ]

Well, turns out one can get promoted in their absence.

[ She holds up a file of pages, apparently her new job description. ]

Is it too much to hope that my house is still intact?

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[mannerism]

I'll need Tony and -- Strange, you said? He was here, wasn't he? I know that name. Brooding, tall? heavy on the sarcasm?

[ yes? no? she sighs. ]

Well then. Thanos, Infinity Stones. I do believe that means I've rested long enough.

[ and look at her, trying to get up on her feet. ]

Bring me my shoes, would you.

[wingedman]

Was here, left, came back, doesn't remember being here before. [also there's the one who's sam's boyfriend, but he's largely irrelevant at the moment, although-] Our other universe counterparts are used to dealing with this, too. Not the same exact situation, but if you're looking for information, it's better than nothing. And one of the magic guys - Stephen or Loki - might be your best bet if you wanna track any down.

[Sam just gives her a look.]

You can talk to anyone you need to on the phone, Peggy. If I could keep Tony in bed for a solid week, I can keep you from running off after two hours.

[mannerism]

-- Are there still two of them? Loki. One of them was more cooperative than the other. Terrible sense of humor, the both of them.

[ she grunts as she gets up, bare feet meeting the floor. It's not entirely impossible, walking like this. ]

Two and a half, really. I'm fine. I know what I need to take if the pain gets any worse and if I don't tear my stitches, I should be alright.

[ she walks with a slight limp, clutching her side the whole while. ]

Though I do applaud you, keeping him in one place for a week is a downright achievement.

[wingedman]

Two Lokis, two Stranges. If you were allowed out, which you aren't, I'd recommend talking to the younger one at his club and getting some bacon sandwiches.

[Sorry, Peggy. Sam's got your shoes now, and he's not giving them up.]

Peggy. At least stay overnight.

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I could do with a bacon sandwich.

[ she leans on the bed, clutching her side the whole while. This is all a lot to take but they can handle it on the way out. Nothing is going to get done from this hospital room. ]

Wilson, I will leave this hospital with or without you, you'd be better off if you help, I'll allow you to walk me home if it'll make you feel better.

[ she reaches for his hand, help a girl up, will you? ]

[wingedman]

Wheelchair and bed rest. I'm positive there's something about bed rest in those doctor's orders. If you go back to work, you're gonna end up chasing some guy down and ripping more than just your stitches.

[A beat, and:] I'll push the wheelchair home.

[He knows damn well she won't use it again after that.]

[mannerism]

I don't need a wheelchair, I can walk just fine.

[ There's a moment or two when they are locked in a staring-competition of a sort until Peggy's exhaustion takes over and she folds. ]

-- Alright. But you're the one who'll have to steal it from the next room.

[wingedman]

[Normally he's pretty sure this would be a ploy, but it's unlikely Peggy could get away fast enough right now.]

Okay, fine.

[But he takes the shoes with him when he leaves, just as a precaution. On the bright side, the nurses here are used to him from Tony's recent stay, so it only takes him a few minutes to return with the wheelchair.]

[mannerism]

Are you really keeping my shoes hostage? Honestly, man. You know, if I really wanted, I could simply walk out barefoot.

[ One day, she'll have to tell him about the likes of Dottie Underwood. She moves to the chair, biting back on a groan of pain as she lowers herself until she's, at last, sitting. ]

Well you might as well carry them. Otherwise, you'll the one who will have to help me put them on.

[wingedman]

Yeah, but how far would you get barefoot?

[Okay, it's Peggy, she'd probably walk all the way home without them solely (pun unintended) to prove a point.]


Anything else you need to take? [Sam asks as he slips the shoes into the carrying bag on the back of the wheelchair.]

[mannerism]

Don't try me, Wilson.

[ She cautious and it might have been impressive if it weren't for the fact that she struggles to sit without blinding pain piercing her side. ]

Grab the blondies, would you.

[ What! can't leave precious food stuffs behind. ]