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womanofvalue) wrote2018-09-01 05:59 pm
womanofvalue) wrote2018-09-01 05:59 pm
Clint PSL
Ever since she'd woken up in the future, Peggy's been feeling completely out of place. Things have leapfrogged so suddenly and wildly that she finds herself struck by how much of a stranger she is to all of it. The people of SHIELD have been working very hard to get her settled and accustomed to things, giving her multiple handlers to cope with the future, but what she's discovered is that none of it really helps. There's a frustration of losing everything so dear to her (like Steve) in the course of gaining a serum.
It's why she spends so much time down at the boxing ring of this little facility she's been "welcome" to. She tries to shake off the handlers, tries not to think about this agency founded so many years ago, and tries not to think about the future and all that she'd missed out on in the process. Unfortunately, all that frustration and anger builds and builds.
Which is why Peggy's next swing at the punching bag takes it off its hook, sending it skittering across the floor. Embarrassed and not wanting to make a scene, she glances over her shoulder quickly to check if anyone saw. Hopefully not, as she now works to hang it back up, taping her hands back up again and trying to disguise her misery with something more like determination.
It's why she spends so much time down at the boxing ring of this little facility she's been "welcome" to. She tries to shake off the handlers, tries not to think about this agency founded so many years ago, and tries not to think about the future and all that she'd missed out on in the process. Unfortunately, all that frustration and anger builds and builds.
Which is why Peggy's next swing at the punching bag takes it off its hook, sending it skittering across the floor. Embarrassed and not wanting to make a scene, she glances over her shoulder quickly to check if anyone saw. Hopefully not, as she now works to hang it back up, taping her hands back up again and trying to disguise her misery with something more like determination.
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Seen, no, but a heavy bag flying across a room makes a hell of a noise, one that's almost impossible to ignore considering the fact that the boxing rings mostly don't have a lot of extra equipment lying around to go flying. He's also put enough bags up on chains over the years to know the sound they make coming off them, and the thud they make when they hit the ground.
But, it's not at all surprising that Peggy is mutilating innocent punching bags. What with all the shit that she's been having to take in, accept, and acclimate to, it's honestly more of a surprise that she hasn't torn something down before now (on purpose, that is; that wall is almost finished being repaired). Physical exercise is a great way to work out aggression, even if it doesn't usually lead to a solution, and better that she goes after something inanimate than a person's face.
Clint didn't mean to come find her, but he's not really upset that he did. They'd been introduced, since he's one of the highest level agents in the New York complex at the moment; there'd been a brief moment of awe at meeting the Peggy Carter, the soldier from all the old movie reels and stories passed down from Director Rogers and General Phillips. That moment of awe was gone in five seconds as it became apparent just how shaken up Peggy was, though she was doing a spectacular job of covering it up; likely no one else but Fury realized it then, though some might have guessed. But it proved she was less a legend than a confused woman dealing with a whole lot of bullshit, and Clint could relate a lot more than he wanted to admit.
But he hasn't really seen her since then; passing in the corridors a couple of times, but no face to face interactions really. He's carrying a tablet device as he leans through the doorway to make sure nothing is collapsing on itself here, only appearing mildly interested in what's going on. Probably best not to freak her out too much. "Did the patient live?"
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It means that stretching is a lot simpler, these days. "I think it'll be just fine, given some proper medicine and recuperation," she quips, unwrapping her hands as she walks towards the man, her gaze fierce and critical. She doesn't mean to scare him off, but she's curious what it would take to do so.
"Are you here to actually ask me how I'm doing or is this another monitored check in?" she asks with all the due disgust she feels is owed. After all, she's not entirely pleased with her lot in life at the moment, and this trapped version of it is far from ideal.