[ 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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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?
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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. ]
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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. ]