Snowflake Challenge - Day 10
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Day 10
Create a fanwork.
I'm a bit of a way from finishing it, but I'm working on a new installment of my Captain America Has a Fella series. Here's the first scene...
Audrey only met Peggy Carter, Agent Carter, the one time.
It was in Italy, during the war, after Steve's last dancing monkey show. Steve had fled from the stage, ducking fruit and rotten tomatoes, ripped off his cowl, and taken off with his sketchbook under his arm. Audrey had followed him, making sure he was as okay as he could be under the circumstances, and then gone backstage to get herself ready for the second show. She was prepared to argue with the director to leave Steve alone if he didn't want to go back on stage with them, but in the end she didn't need to do that.
She'd been checking her costume and makeup and wondering if she should go look in on Steve again when she'd felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Excuse me," a voice had said. The voice was female, British, and what her Christopher would have called posh. "Do you know where Private Rogers is?"
Audrey turned, and found herself looking at a woman around her age, or maybe just a bit older. Even in an American Army uniform with her hair a bit worse for wear from the rain that had been dogging them the last week, she somehow managed to look glamourous.
"I'm sorry, what?" Audrey said, vaguely thrown.
"Private Rogers," the woman repeated. "I was told he would be here."
Audrey had to think a few seconds about who Private Rogers was.
"Oh, you mean Steve," she finally said.
"Yes, Steve." The woman smiled. It was a nice smile, friendly, but determined at the edges. "You wouldn't be Audrey, would you?"
"I am."
"It's so nice to meet you," the woman said. "Steve's mentioned you in his letters." She held out her hand and took Audrey's in a firm shake.
"I'm afraid I don't know who…" Audrey said, trialing off and feeling at a disadvantage.
"I'm sorry. I'm Peggy Carter." Audrey still couldn't place her, and Carter must have seen the confusion on her face. "Agent Carter," she said, and then it finally clicked.
"Oh, Agent Carter! Steve has mentioned you. But—"
"He didn't mention I was a woman," Carter finished with a laugh.
"He didn't. He did mention you were the best soldier he'd ever met, so I assumed…"
Audrey trailed off, feeling a bit of a fool. She didn't like people making assumptions about her based on her sex, and she didn't like to be caught doing the same thing to anyone else.
"It's all right." Carter patted her on the shoulder. "Steve's told me you're one of the best dancers on the tour. And a good friend."
Audrey brightened up immediately. Then remembered why Carter was here.
"Steve went that way." She pointed to the sodden tents they slept in while they were travelling behind the lines.
"Thank you," Carter said, then turned to leave.
Before she could take a step, Audrey reached out and caught her elbow.
"You might want to be a bit gentle with him," she said to Carter. "The audience was rough on him this afternoon."
"I saw that for myself," Carter said. "And don't worry. I shall."
She'd patted Audrey's hand, and set off towards the tents Audrey had pointed at, her shoulders set, her stride determined. And that was the last Audrey had seen of Peggy Carter.
Audrey knows that along with Bucky, Peggy is Steve's last surviving tie to his past. He tells her on one of the first Sundays he comes over for dinner, after he asks about the rest of their USO crew.
"Peggy's still alive," Steve says, after she tells him that all the other girls are dead.
"That's wonderful!" Audrey says, but then she notices how tight the corners of his mouth are, notices the pain in his eyes. "Isn't it?"
"She has Alzheimer's," Steve says, his tone blunt and flat, like it's something he's trained himself to say with absolutely no emotion.
"Oh, Steve," she says. She's seen enough friends and family hit with Alzheimer's, seen them taken away from her before their heart stops beating.
"It's okay," Steve says, then blinks a few too many times. "On good days she knows who I am."
"But on bad days?" Audrey nudges him.
"On bad days she doesn't." He shrugs. "On the worst days, she thinks I'm still in the ice."
"Oh, Steve," she says again, and puts one bony arm around his shoulders and squeezes with what strength she has left.
I'm hoping to have the rest of it finished in a week or so, RL allowing.
Day 10
Create a fanwork.
I'm a bit of a way from finishing it, but I'm working on a new installment of my Captain America Has a Fella series. Here's the first scene...
Audrey only met Peggy Carter, Agent Carter, the one time.
It was in Italy, during the war, after Steve's last dancing monkey show. Steve had fled from the stage, ducking fruit and rotten tomatoes, ripped off his cowl, and taken off with his sketchbook under his arm. Audrey had followed him, making sure he was as okay as he could be under the circumstances, and then gone backstage to get herself ready for the second show. She was prepared to argue with the director to leave Steve alone if he didn't want to go back on stage with them, but in the end she didn't need to do that.
She'd been checking her costume and makeup and wondering if she should go look in on Steve again when she'd felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Excuse me," a voice had said. The voice was female, British, and what her Christopher would have called posh. "Do you know where Private Rogers is?"
Audrey turned, and found herself looking at a woman around her age, or maybe just a bit older. Even in an American Army uniform with her hair a bit worse for wear from the rain that had been dogging them the last week, she somehow managed to look glamourous.
"I'm sorry, what?" Audrey said, vaguely thrown.
"Private Rogers," the woman repeated. "I was told he would be here."
Audrey had to think a few seconds about who Private Rogers was.
"Oh, you mean Steve," she finally said.
"Yes, Steve." The woman smiled. It was a nice smile, friendly, but determined at the edges. "You wouldn't be Audrey, would you?"
"I am."
"It's so nice to meet you," the woman said. "Steve's mentioned you in his letters." She held out her hand and took Audrey's in a firm shake.
"I'm afraid I don't know who…" Audrey said, trialing off and feeling at a disadvantage.
"I'm sorry. I'm Peggy Carter." Audrey still couldn't place her, and Carter must have seen the confusion on her face. "Agent Carter," she said, and then it finally clicked.
"Oh, Agent Carter! Steve has mentioned you. But—"
"He didn't mention I was a woman," Carter finished with a laugh.
"He didn't. He did mention you were the best soldier he'd ever met, so I assumed…"
Audrey trailed off, feeling a bit of a fool. She didn't like people making assumptions about her based on her sex, and she didn't like to be caught doing the same thing to anyone else.
"It's all right." Carter patted her on the shoulder. "Steve's told me you're one of the best dancers on the tour. And a good friend."
Audrey brightened up immediately. Then remembered why Carter was here.
"Steve went that way." She pointed to the sodden tents they slept in while they were travelling behind the lines.
"Thank you," Carter said, then turned to leave.
Before she could take a step, Audrey reached out and caught her elbow.
"You might want to be a bit gentle with him," she said to Carter. "The audience was rough on him this afternoon."
"I saw that for myself," Carter said. "And don't worry. I shall."
She'd patted Audrey's hand, and set off towards the tents Audrey had pointed at, her shoulders set, her stride determined. And that was the last Audrey had seen of Peggy Carter.
Audrey knows that along with Bucky, Peggy is Steve's last surviving tie to his past. He tells her on one of the first Sundays he comes over for dinner, after he asks about the rest of their USO crew.
"Peggy's still alive," Steve says, after she tells him that all the other girls are dead.
"That's wonderful!" Audrey says, but then she notices how tight the corners of his mouth are, notices the pain in his eyes. "Isn't it?"
"She has Alzheimer's," Steve says, his tone blunt and flat, like it's something he's trained himself to say with absolutely no emotion.
"Oh, Steve," she says. She's seen enough friends and family hit with Alzheimer's, seen them taken away from her before their heart stops beating.
"It's okay," Steve says, then blinks a few too many times. "On good days she knows who I am."
"But on bad days?" Audrey nudges him.
"On bad days she doesn't." He shrugs. "On the worst days, she thinks I'm still in the ice."
"Oh, Steve," she says again, and puts one bony arm around his shoulders and squeezes with what strength she has left.
I'm hoping to have the rest of it finished in a week or so, RL allowing.
