3276/After Action Mess

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After Action Mess
Date of Scene: 07 September 2020
Location: A Car, northern NYC
Synopsis: After a mission that went a little sideways, Peggy drives an injured Ariah back to her safe house.
Cast of Characters: Ariah Olivie, Peggy Carter




Ariah Olivie has posed:
    It wasn't the cleanest of ops, in many ways. A cold lead on a Hydra cell leading to something else. A human trafficking ring instead, and a waystation between 'deliveries'. More than enough for a SHIELD agent and a vampire witch to handle, really, in terms of the on-duty groups and the hunt for information. But then the cargo truck arrived. More mercs than 'goods' and more mercs means more guns.

    A mess, but a survivable mess, with information and rescued civlians to go with the wounds suffered.

    With things as squared away as they're going to be, a white-haired girl with no small amount of red on her slumps into the passenger seat of a sedan. She looks less in pain and more exasperated, even if she's clutching a red-stained hand to her chest. "It would seem... we were led along, non? But, ah... Je m'excuse... I am bleeding all over your car..." she says quietly, head tilting towards the driver's seat, cold, grey eyes looking up.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The last thing Peggy wanted was the unknowing, helpful emergency services to try and scoop Ariah away from the scene without her intervention. So, while she tried to coordinate all the various bits of clean up with the city, she had to let Ariah bleed. She hated it, but she also knew the woman could survive. Even if the upholstry of her car might not. It's longer than she prefers that she finally swings into the driver's seat of the car herself and starts getting them away from the scene.

"...How are you holding up? And no, do not apologize, I'm sorry that took quite so long. I didn't want them digging in too deep or asking questions about you." Peggy's driving fast and smoothly now, trying to avoid any pot holes but also get them to the safe house she knows Ariah keeps, as quickly as possible. "...If we get you back to SHIELD, they might be able to help better than a hospital could..."

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    "I am... no stranger to injury, Mademoiselle Carter..." she slips back to a level of propriety that has been a habit for decades. She does a good job of masking the pain, if she feels much of it, but it's hard to imagine having several holes in oneself is entirely pleasant in general. She exhales a quiet sigh, "I am... well enough... to at least walk... and drink. Ah..." she closes her eyes for a moment.

    "There are pouches, at home, kept cold, for such an emergency... I need blod," not just to replace what's missing in her, but to also kickstart her regeneration. "...and rest." Then those dull greys open again and she looks down at herself, already icy expression drifting into a deep frown. "...to say nothing of a shower and some new clothes, oui?" she adds a small touch of levity to the situation. "Would almost say... it felt as if it was a trap. But who can say for sure?" she seems focused, absently, on the business prior instead of her own state. Which it seems, by the slightly hazy sound of her voice, that she's feeling weaker than she lets on.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The sound of that haziness behind Ariah's voice is enough to motivate Peggy to drive even faster, speeding laws be damned. Fortunately, it was the time of night where the roads were about as empty as they ever get in the New York area. "Just hold fast a few moments, I'll get you home soon..." Peggy's clipped, generally all business voice was failing at concealing the amount of worry she felt. Even as Ariah tried to talk business.

"...Yes, I suspect a... part of that was a trap. When they brought the other men in, it's somewhat clear they were expecting us. I'll have to do a bit more studying of my information lines later, but getting you food and rest is the priority now. Don't worry of anything else." Peggy murmurs reassuringly.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    "I will... be fine... mon cheri. I trust you," the girl says quietly, eyes closing. She clasps both hands on her chest, a sticky mess to be sure. There's even some burns on her arms where she'd channeled a bit too much magic too quickly. "You know the way, and I will be right here, by your side," she does her best to reassure. It's certainly not wartime, where a gunshot wound or two even in less vital areas could mean permanent damage or infection. And she wasn't a blood-drinking hunting creature of the night then, either.

    Blood. "It's just blood... it will be replenished... after a long drink and a long rest..." she sighs. The haziness of her mind amplifies certain sounds. Her eyes shut, she grasps, mentally, on to what she hears. The rumble of the engine. The rubber on the road. Peggy's pulse. "...your heartbeat is soothing. It is moving quickly... combat adrenaline should have been flushed, non?" she murmurs. "...you are nervous for me... thump-thump... thump-thump... it is a nice sound, even if it is fast."

Peggy Carter has posed:
"You are an agent under my care *and a friend*, who was injured in the field. Of course I'm worried for you." Peggy admits softly, though Ariah's words bring just a bit of a blush to her cheeks. She's not accustomed to someone being quite so aware of her emotions. It's easy to keep her face and voice all business, years of being a spy meant 'conceal, don't feel' came as a second nature. She couldn't quite do that when the woman could hear her every pulse beat.

"...If... If it would help, you know, you could drink from me. I know it's not generally something done between... friends, I don't imagine. But this is an emergency and I'd rather you safe and healing than dancing around some unnecessary stuffiness about such things."

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    Ariah's eyes stay closed, she's able to her all she needs to hear, and having sight, for the moment, is just a distraction. Merci, Peggy," she says, still smiling. It's the most she ever smiles, really. When she's in close proximity to very, very certain people. Or when she's pouring her heart out in song. Not literally pouring her heart out all over a car seat. Blessingly, she's not actually gushing, mostly trickling, as she's had enough juice left to halt any further excessive mess.

    "I... do try to... only drink with permission, if I am able..." or if it's someone she's moments away from killing and needs the rush. "...I do not wish to impose. The blood at home is sufficient..." she breathes out, less a requirement and more a method of... concentration. "A vampire's bite can be very... intoxicating. But you would be so warm.." she murmurs dreamily, a hint of pink rising to her cheeks, using a little more of what still remains in her to color them. She filters out everything around her, focusing on Peggy's voice and Peggy's pulse. A sweet, warm rhythm, though she unconsciously sucks on her lower lip, too.

Peggy Carter has posed:
That drowsy admission and the faint bit of pink on Ariah's cheeks gets a momentarily worried, curious look from Peggy, but she mainly kept her eyes on the road. Driving at this speed meant she couldn't risk the distraction overly long. Fortunately, the feel of the car slowing down as she turned off onto the road where Ariah's little safe house was. "Come now...not much further. We'll get you inside and safe." She reassured the vampire at her side, warm hand leaving the steering wheel to reach over and press a reassuring squeeze of fingertips to the side of Ariah's arm.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    She feels the car slowing, but keeps her eyes closed. "Merci," she replies, though there's a little twitch when she's touched. Ariah's arm might be speckled with blood, sticky from it drying, but with her focusing so hard on certain sounds, there's a degree of sensitivity she wasn't quite prepared for. It earns a soft gasp and then her eyes open, lips parted slightly. "I have always felt safe with you, mon cheri," she says gently, still coming off so warm even with that chill in her voice.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Peggy's fingertips slip away from Ariah's shoulder so she can finish parking and kill the engine. She's back to being mostly all business, the end of the mission at hand. Once she's got all her agents safe and healing, then Peggy could let herself be off duty.