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[shootingshields]

Characters: Peggy Carter, open!
Date: throughout Turtle Dive Event
Location: Various!!
Situation: Various!! Comments will contain threadstarters, but also feel free to start your own. c:
Warnings/Rating: violence against zombies. also i have no preference as to whether you reply [action] or prose.

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[shootingshields]

Peggy nods, in understanding. "At least above water, there's natural light. Open air." Being stuck on the ocean floor is an element out of their control that's more tense than when Tu Vishan is sailing like a boat.

"No." The response to Steph going back out is almost instant, full of both concern and warning. "What you should do is try to sleep. You won't do anyone good, yourself included, by going out again right now. We have limits. Everyone." Herself included. Steve included.

She pauses for a moment, then adjusts her grip on Steph's shoulders. "Come here," she says, gently tugging her backwards on the bed.

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Idly, she wonders if air can get through the barrier, if it closed up more during the dive or if it's always been like that and they're their own little ecosystem cut off from the world. She's not even sure if that would work, but exhaustion is making her thoughts go in odd directions.

There's relief in her expression, when Peggy tells her no, because it gives her an excuse to stay, it gives her a way to make her guilt complex shut up for a moment.

Still, Peggy is tugging her onto bed, and no matter what the other circumstances are, she can't let that go without comment, "You know, I think this is the first time a woman's dragged me into bed." She gives Peggy a bit of a rakish grin, even as she does move with the tug.

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"Um," says Steve from the doorway.

He has a tea tray. He was going to knock. But then he heard that, and while he can't imagine - he knows what the situation must be, still. After overhearing their last conversation that went this way, he mostly wants to save himself the embarrassment of another exchange happening within earshot. "I could hang something on the door and come back later."

[shootingshields]

Peggy sighs, simultaneously in mild amusement and exasperation. She successfully starts tucking Steph into her side of the bed, when she hears Steve at the door.

"No, come in, please." Besides, he probably has tea, and Peggy figures they could both use a cup right now.

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She's laughing, it's a bit shaky around the edges in that sort of way where things are funnier than they should be, because she's so high strung, but at least she's smiling.

And Peggy's comment just makes her smile more, and she leans up enough to waggle her eyebrows at Steve, "There's room for one more."

Sometimes she wonders how they haven't gotten fed up with her nonsense yet.