[ When he came to, it was to the scratch of concrete under his cheek and the dull roar of traffic in his ears. With his head pounding and body sore like he's recovering from a fight, none of it strikes him as odd until—
Until he hears the unmistakable honking and angry shouting of city life. Cities on Earth, which is not where he'd been a minute ago. Practically throwing himself to his feet, pistol out and eyes scanning for any sign of what the heck is going on, it takes one look down the alley at the street beyond to realize that he's back in the past. His time, or close to it. ]
Daisy? Kora?
[ Neither woman answers, of course, but he'd had to try. Maybe they hadn't been caught in the blast, Daisy would have tried to shield them — it's a glimmer of hope, his concern for them far outweighing any he has for the fact that he's now a few galaxies and decades away from the rest of the team. Tucking the weapon away, he heads for the street, unrolling his shirt sleeves and immediately blending into the crowd. Suddenly being an 'unfashionable square' is serving him well, his usual attire of slacks and dress shirt fitting right in.
He stops at a newspaper stand to catch his bearings. Washington DC. May 12, 1951. It was before he'd been pulled out of time... or killed, depending on when the timeline had fully diverged. (He'd never looked into that detail too much before, far preferring ignorance on that particular subject. But, thankfully, he does recall being on the west coast for the entire month, and a certain someone on the east. Someone he'd trust with his life. So, after turning on the charm and begging a very nice woman for change for the payphone on the corner, he dials the direct line to Peggy Carter's office at SHIELD. ]
[ Things were, as they always seemed to be, hectic. At least she was in a position now to at least reign in some of that chaos. Still, it was an all-day task and Peggy found herself moving from meeting to meeting with the discomfort of one who may excel at their position but has a desire to be elsewhere.
She was meant to be in the thick of it and she missed that even if she knew she was capable of more real change in an office every day. She supposed she never really left the battlefield in some ways, she'd held on to part of that with her since...
It was damned bullheaded of her to insist on letting things stop her from carrying on with life. She'd let the past push her in ways she was proud of but in other ways, it had let her stagnate. It had made her step away from things that she might have otherwise embraced. Life, as she had so frequently been told, goes on, it was well past time she did too.
Odd timing for her reverie to be interrupted. Peggy realized she hadn't even set the files from her most recent meeting to her desk when the ringing of her phone shocked her back to the present. One hand grabbed the receiver as she dropped off the files and slid to a seat on the edge of her desk. ]
[ The relief that rushed through him at the sound of that British accent was like a string being cut, the tension in his shoulders immediately releasing. He nearly slumped against the glass wall, but the stakes were too high to let his guard down like that. So instead, he stayed focused, eyes scanning the street for anything out of the ordinary... like another time traveler. ]
Don't suppose you could get away for the afternoon to help an old friend?
[ There might not be any pleasantries, but there was still a good deal of affection in the words, along with a tense thread of wariness and just a hint of distraction. He found himself glancing up at the buildings around the phone booth, looking for security cameras, and just being incredibly grateful that the SHIELD of 1951 didn't have anywhere near the same technological capabilities as it would in seventy years' time. ]
[ She was prepared to hear that she was needed on another short notice appointment, or that she was required to approve funding for another of Howard projects or, well any number of things really. So the voice and the words that followed had her sitting up in surprise. ]
Daniel?
[ She blinked rapidly getting her bearings on what it was he was saying. ]
Yes, of course. [ She put her hand over the receiver. ] Helen, please clear my schedule for the rest of the day and have my car brought round.
I'm ready, where are you? [ She grabbed a pencil and paper to write whatever he told her as she slid off her desk and grabbed her jacket and purse. ]
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Until he hears the unmistakable honking and angry shouting of city life. Cities on Earth, which is not where he'd been a minute ago. Practically throwing himself to his feet, pistol out and eyes scanning for any sign of what the heck is going on, it takes one look down the alley at the street beyond to realize that he's back in the past. His time, or close to it. ]
Daisy? Kora?
[ Neither woman answers, of course, but he'd had to try. Maybe they hadn't been caught in the blast, Daisy would have tried to shield them — it's a glimmer of hope, his concern for them far outweighing any he has for the fact that he's now a few galaxies and decades away from the rest of the team. Tucking the weapon away, he heads for the street, unrolling his shirt sleeves and immediately blending into the crowd. Suddenly being an 'unfashionable square' is serving him well, his usual attire of slacks and dress shirt fitting right in.
He stops at a newspaper stand to catch his bearings. Washington DC. May 12, 1951. It was before he'd been pulled out of time... or killed, depending on when the timeline had fully diverged. (He'd never looked into that detail too much before, far preferring ignorance on that particular subject. But, thankfully, he does recall being on the west coast for the entire month, and a certain someone on the east. Someone he'd trust with his life. So, after turning on the charm and begging a very nice woman for change for the payphone on the corner, he dials the direct line to Peggy Carter's office at SHIELD. ]
no subject
She was meant to be in the thick of it and she missed that even if she knew she was capable of more real change in an office every day. She supposed she never really left the battlefield in some ways, she'd held on to part of that with her since...
It was damned bullheaded of her to insist on letting things stop her from carrying on with life. She'd let the past push her in ways she was proud of but in other ways, it had let her stagnate. It had made her step away from things that she might have otherwise embraced. Life, as she had so frequently been told, goes on, it was well past time she did too.
Odd timing for her reverie to be interrupted. Peggy realized she hadn't even set the files from her most recent meeting to her desk when the ringing of her phone shocked her back to the present. One hand grabbed the receiver as she dropped off the files and slid to a seat on the edge of her desk. ]
Carter, what is it?
no subject
Don't suppose you could get away for the afternoon to help an old friend?
[ There might not be any pleasantries, but there was still a good deal of affection in the words, along with a tense thread of wariness and just a hint of distraction. He found himself glancing up at the buildings around the phone booth, looking for security cameras, and just being incredibly grateful that the SHIELD of 1951 didn't have anywhere near the same technological capabilities as it would in seventy years' time. ]
no subject
Daniel?
[ She blinked rapidly getting her bearings on what it was he was saying. ]
Yes, of course. [ She put her hand over the receiver. ] Helen, please clear my schedule for the rest of the day and have my car brought round.
I'm ready, where are you? [ She grabbed a pencil and paper to write whatever he told her as she slid off her desk and grabbed her jacket and purse. ]