[ Her mission in Los Angeles did and didn't go entirely as planned. The incident with Whitney Frost was resolved, the last of the Zero Matter gone, and holes ripped through time and space mended, and the city survived in one piece. If one measures success by the world being saved, then it was absolutely a job well done all around. But if one measures success by the world being saved with no lives lost, then that's another thing entirely β grievous bodily injury included. As always, there is a cost. Peggy Carter is painfully aware of that. And her acknowledgement of the fact doesn't make it any easier, nor does she expect it ever will be made easier as time wears on.
Ana Jarvis was shot and is recovering, but will never have children. Peggy herself was impaled on rebar and never allowed herself to recover and is feeling the effects of that nearly two weeks after the fact. And Chief Jack Thompson β
Jack is dead. Shot in his hotel room with the assassin and weapon (and the redacted SOE file stolen from Jack's briefcase) unaccounted for. It's a mess and the SSR is in an uproar. Peggy had no choice but to fly back to the East Coast and head up the SSR's New York office in Jack's stead, leaving Daniel Sousa behind in LA along with any possibility of them being together. It's the wrong time. It will always be the wrong bloody time for them and she can't keep wasting his or fooling herself into thinking they can make it work. LA had become a disaster.
And Bucky Barnes is returning to the smouldering aftermath of it. Peggy had to return to Howard Stark's penthouse before her shift ended and no one had questioned it; thank God for that, because her injury is throbbing too much for her to think straight and the entire rattling subway ride home had been agony. She's practically limping through the door and breathless when she gets home but squares her shoulders and puts on a light, nonchalant air in case her roommate is in. ]
Angie? [ She might still be in rehearsals. Good. ] Angie, it's just β
[ And she breaks off, shocked into silence. Because Bucky is standing in the middle of the grand sitting room, a rucksack on the parquet floors, and looking like a ghost from the war. He's been in Europe with the Howling Commandos. She didn't expect β ]
dat meme;
Ana Jarvis was shot and is recovering, but will never have children. Peggy herself was impaled on rebar and never allowed herself to recover and is feeling the effects of that nearly two weeks after the fact. And Chief Jack Thompson β
Jack is dead. Shot in his hotel room with the assassin and weapon (and the redacted SOE file stolen from Jack's briefcase) unaccounted for. It's a mess and the SSR is in an uproar. Peggy had no choice but to fly back to the East Coast and head up the SSR's New York office in Jack's stead, leaving Daniel Sousa behind in LA along with any possibility of them being together. It's the wrong time. It will always be the wrong bloody time for them and she can't keep wasting his or fooling herself into thinking they can make it work. LA had become a disaster.
And Bucky Barnes is returning to the smouldering aftermath of it. Peggy had to return to Howard Stark's penthouse before her shift ended and no one had questioned it; thank God for that, because her injury is throbbing too much for her to think straight and the entire rattling subway ride home had been agony. She's practically limping through the door and breathless when she gets home but squares her shoulders and puts on a light, nonchalant air in case her roommate is in. ]
Angie? [ She might still be in rehearsals. Good. ] Angie, it's just β
[ And she breaks off, shocked into silence. Because Bucky is standing in the middle of the grand sitting room, a rucksack on the parquet floors, and looking like a ghost from the war. He's been in Europe with the Howling Commandos. She didn't expect β ]
Bucky? What the hell are you doing here?