[ She has to admit, she is intensely curious. Steve had pointed out his friends and teammates to her in stasis so she at the very least knows what Howard's son looks like. But just like a file can't begin to skim the surface of who a person is, a brief story or introduction via cryosleep is no better. So Peggy slips out of bed, gets dressed, pens a quick note for Steve and leaves it on his bedside table, and β
Well, all she really has to do is think about heading up to Thesa and suddenly there she is. Teleportation is a strange and terribly useful thing. The one rule is that the locals on the surface can't see them doing it. ]
I'm here. Tell me where you are.
[ And once she receives that reply, she's off to find him; and she does, in due time. As it's the middle of the night on Olympia, Peggy hadn't bothered with makeup or her usual swipe of red lipstick. But her hair is still in loose curls, neatly brushed through and pulled back with a sidecomb, and she's comfortably dressed in a blouse and trousers. ]
Mr Stark, [ she says, in greeting. She extends a hand. ] Peggy Carter.
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Well, all she really has to do is think about heading up to Thesa and suddenly there she is. Teleportation is a strange and terribly useful thing. The one rule is that the locals on the surface can't see them doing it. ]
I'm here. Tell me where you are.
[ And once she receives that reply, she's off to find him; and she does, in due time. As it's the middle of the night on Olympia, Peggy hadn't bothered with makeup or her usual swipe of red lipstick. But her hair is still in loose curls, neatly brushed through and pulled back with a sidecomb, and she's comfortably dressed in a blouse and trousers. ]
Mr Stark, [ she says, in greeting. She extends a hand. ] Peggy Carter.