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memery. ([personal profile] dousing) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-04-19 07:51 pm



So you're a bit of a mess. Or you're stumbling upon a mess. What happened? There's blood everywhere, what the hell? Is it your blood, animal blood, the blood of someone you murdered? Hell, maybe you ran out of tampons. Anyway, no matter how it got there, you're (or someone you know is) covered in blood. Can it be explained away? If not, is someone going to prison? The hospital? Going to die of blood loss? Get in trouble for playing catch with the blood bags? Man, we don't know. The point is you have a mess to clean up. Or roll around in gleefully, you nasty fucks.

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shieldborne: (Analysis)

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-04-27 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He's too focused on his task to notice the shift in her expression, but his own face takes on a wistful look for a moment. He doesn't talk about his history much; she knows as much as any of the Commandos except Bucky. Here and now though, when it's just the two of them, he's inclined to spill a little more.]

Yep. Until Bucky got old enough to take over for the more minor injuries, anyway. She did more than that, though. My father died before I was born. She raised me all by herself. Working ten hour shifts in the TB ward, and then coming home to a sickly little must have been hell, but she never showed it. [He stands awkwardly beside her, once he's delivered the bag, watching what she takes out of it. He looks visibly skeptical at the vodka, especially when she drinks it. Steve has strong feelings about vodka, most of them negative.]

I could've nicked some iodine from the infirmary for you. [He tells her dryly, taking the flask.] Bet it would even taste better.

[His smart mouth fails him when she bares her back, though, torn between dual impulses of embarrassment and concern. He makes a small, wordless sound and crouches to get a better look at the cut, trying to ignore the awareness that he's seen an awful lot of her bare skin. ]

Some of the edges look ragged...but the bleeding's pretty sluggish now, at least. [That will change after they start treating, he presumes, and pulls a clean handkerchief out of his breast pocket. Without any further indication he's about to proceed, he holds the fabric just under the wound, and pours.

He will definitely not think less of her if she swears.]
the_codebreaker: .lipstick car (The Way You Look Tonight)

[personal profile] the_codebreaker 2017-04-27 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
You and Sergeant Barnes were thick as thieves, I'd imagine. Dare I ask what major injuries you've survived before all this? [She can't help but raise an eyebrow with the question. She was intrigued by what the super soldier deemed minor and serious.] If she had you to come home to I highly doubt it was any sort of hell. Truly.

[Before she can continue the conversation of his past she laughs. Which in turn prompts another jolt of pain through her back and out with a groan.] While I appreciate the thought, I can't get you into anymore trouble than I might already be doing. Besides, the nurses and doctors are more likely to take notice of a missing bottle of iodine than cockeyed soldiers would a bottle of moonshine or whatever their preferred poison is, Captain.

[Whether it's the small yet effective chug of alcohol, or perhaps the pain, the amount of exposed skin she's revealed goes unnoticed until she feels the soft fabric of his handkerchief brush her skin and causes her to glance down at the exact moment alcohol makes contact.

It takes every ounce of self control not to scream out the sting that follows. Instead Peggy lets her eyes snap shut trying to fight back the discomfort and brace for anymore with her toes curling up in her boots and allowing fingers to dig against the mattress balling into fists around the fitted sheet. Even though she manages to stifle the scream there's a low mumble audible to only them.]
Bloody hell!

[Waiting a few seconds to recover and collect herself before opening her eyes and risk the possibility of seeing Steve looking offended by her language Peggy reaches over and pulls the gauze roll from the zippered pouch. Flicking her wrist she starts to unravel the gauze, careful not to drop it.]
I think bandages should suffice here. If you'll be so kind... [Offering over the rolled end of the material Peggy laid the other end flat against the wound, keeping it in place.]
shieldborne: (Pensive)

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-04-29 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Well...I mean, there was always something. You've seen my file. [Asthma, scoliosis, pernicious anemia, arrhythmia, stomach's quite a laundry list. Actually, in light of all those health problems, it's not unimpressive that he was able to keep up with the other recruits as well as he did. Which wasn't that well, but evidently sheer force of will held him up when the rest of him failed to.]

But I had a broken nose once, and a couple fingers. Cuts that needed stitching. Dislocated elbow. [Shrug. Only some of those were due to fights he lost, ultimately. He was never that careful with himself, and did the usual falling out of trees and flinging himself over fences many boys do, with worse results.]

...and that's a really nice thing to say. Thanks. [He's not sure it's that simple, but it's certainly true his mother loved him and took some joy out of having a son.

He quiets, focusing on the wound rather than the conversation, until after she recovers from the pain. His eyebrows go up at the words, and if it were one of the Commandos using that kind of language, he might chide them just to be funny, but ultimately he's got a pretty foul mouth himself, in the right circumstances.]

Easy. You're good. [He soothes tentatively.] You've got it licked already. You're bleeding again, though. You sure about just bandages? I mean, it's probably going to scar. I think it'll heal up okay as long as you keep it clean.

[He accepts the bandage gamely, though, privately resolving to find some more material for her later. Dressings are supposed to be changed regularly, he knows, and she's certainly not going to be sitting around waiting to recover before she starts working again.]
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[personal profile] the_codebreaker 2017-05-01 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I have indeed. [And it is quite the file to go through. Prior to escorting him for the experiment she'd gone through it several times at least. Despite seeing for herself the bravery Steve possessed when Colonel Phillips tossed a dud their way it wasn't until the car ride that she understood completely why Dr. Erskine had chosen Steve.]

Seems we have somethings in common. I've dislocated my elbow once as well. [She admitted freely.] Along with having dislocated both my shoulders. I only ever once broke my hand hitting a wall. Apparently I have a temper. [In case he had no idea. Peggy was no saint of a child herself. Everything and anything her older brother Michael had managed to get himself into she was quick to follow suit. That is to say when she wasn't leading.]

For the record your nose healed nicely on your face. [Her attempt to flirt compliment him was a disaster, she knew. Her blame was on having her thoughts preoccupied with winding the bandage to get a proper compliment out.]

I'm fairly certain they'll be enough for now. Later on I'll check to make sure the bleeding quit before I dress it again. [In the middle of pulling the bandage around her abdomen she stopped short to give Steve a perplexed stare.] Do I look like a woman who worries over a scar, Captain? Especially in a spot where no one other than me can see it? [Distracted in her questioning and hurrying to fasten the last end of the wrap Peggy's hand gently brushed Steve's, lingering for a second longer than it had to.

Pulling it away she tucked a strand of loose hair back behind her ear.]
What I should have said was thank you. [It was somewhat of an apology in case she might have come off as snappy.] I mean it. I'm far too stubborn to ask for help and it's nice to know I'm not the only observant one.
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[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-05-04 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[He smiles up at her as she catalogues her history of injuries, eyes sparkling a little.] Hitting a wall, huh? What, the guy you were aiming for ducked just in time?

[He's noticed the temper. Probably it's one of the things he likes about her. He can relate to righteous indignation, and, if he's honest, he can relate to slow-burning rage, too.

He huffs at the compliment, ears turning pink in the low light of her quarters.]
It's not exactly the same face, but thanks.

...and that's a trick question. [He complains, going a little redder when she touches his hand. He holds still, though, only withdrawing when she pulls back first.] There's no right answer there, you can't fool me that easy. Just promise you'll let me help if you need backup when you change the dressings.

[Sitting back on his heels, he studies her earnestly, unconsciously puppyish.] I've got your back, Peggy, and I know you've got mine. You don't have to thank me.
the_codebreaker: .partner (Waiting For The Right Partner)

[personal profile] the_codebreaker 2017-05-05 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Actually, yes, he did. Although I might not have landed the swing on my intended target, I can safely say it was still effective. I don't believe I've ever seen a grown man turn tail as quickly as he would when he'd catch sight of me. [She doesn't bother to hide the gratification or the amusement in her voice.

Settling her palms down against the mattress to rest at the side of her hips Peggy watches him for a moment, studying his features, but making it a point not to stare. She doesn't want to make him uncomfortable. Though she isn't sure she hasn't done so already.]

Smart man. Seems you've picked up a few pointers about how to talk to women. [Whether it came from spending time with the other men, or from those floozy dancers he toured with, she refuses to ask. And her statement isn't to provoke him, either. Just an observation.

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips and she nods without any hesitation in promise.]
You have my word, Steve.

[Somewhat nervously she shifts the weight leaning from one hand to the other before managing to slowly sit up straight.] I know I don't have to thank you. [The color rushes to her cheeks as she reaches an arm out, fingers carefully but firmly curling around the collar of Steve's jacket to give a light tug towards her.] Simply put; I want to. [Her words are barely above a whisper in the off chance someone, somehow, could hear the two of them, now. Hopefully, she wishfully thinks, he's had enough pointers to catch her drift.]
shieldborne: (Portrait)

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-05-06 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd have liked to have seen that. [He looks genuinely delighted by this story. It doesn't matter what the guy did to offend Peggy; he's sure he deserved the scare, and pleased to celebrate her victory. She's ready to take on the world, like him, and a damn sight more effective at it, even now.

He blushes faintly at the comment, and shrugs.]
Talking to women got a little easier when I realized it's not that different from talking to anyone else.

[Particularly with her. They're in the same fight, and that means they have the same interests. It might get trickier again if they both last out the war and get to go home. But then, everything will be trickier after what they've been through. No point fretting about it now, while there's so much work left to do.

He returns her smile, but when she takes hold of his jacket and tugs him closer, it falls away to be replaced by surprise. Probably if he wanted to resist her pull, he could, as strong as he is, but he's pliant at the moment, more than happy to go where she wants him to be.

And he catches her drift, as evidenced by the intensification of his blush and the flare of his pupils. He swallows hard, with a faint click, and takes a breath.]

There's probably some rule against officers fraternizing in another officer's quarters. [He murmurs softly, but his face is close to hers now, and he's watching her raptly.]

...But it's not like it's the first time we've bent the rules, is it? [He smiles again, perfectly still with one hand on the mattress beside her, the other on his knee. It's not his place to close the gap and initiate a kiss. Not with Peggy. She's too important for him to get this wrong. But he gives a subtle little shiver, hoping.]