8500/A Suspicious Feeling

A Suspicious Feeling
Date of Scene:	31 October 2021
Location:	Carter-Sousa Home - Long Island
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Daniel Sousa, Peggy Carter

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Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel had gone to sleep in an empty bed but woke up beside an exhausted Peggy the next morning. He'd stirred close to waking when she came home but by morning came it was all but forgotten. Smiling at the sleeping form of his wife, he leans over and kisses her cheek. "Morning, Peg, another late night?" he asks her settling in on his side so he can look at her as they talk.

Peggy Carter has posed:
While mornings are generally not Peggy's favourite time, this one seems particularly miserable. She's slept in quite late, at his side and slightly curled around herself. Now, hearing that murmur of his voice and the kiss against her cheek, she gives the smallest little moan of protest and rolls over. Instinctively, her nose hides against his shoulder. This is the way she acts at 7 in the morning, not at 10, normally. But she still has no wish to get up. "..nnph... not yet." She protests softly.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel chuckles as she burrows into his shoulder with the sun up higher in the sky than it usually is when she's like this. "C'mon it's almost ten we can't sleep the whole day away, this is our 'weekend off'" even if they *had* planned on using the weekend to rest. "Getting Sims sorted out really take that long?" he asks, draping his arm lazily about her waist.

Peggy Carter has posed:
As she hears the time, another quiet groan escapes her lips. But, once she's made this much noise, she's generally up for the morning. She's just not necessarily going to be happy about it. She gives a deep sigh into his shoulder, shifting her body a bit more to drape across him and allow her head to rest on his shoulder instead of against the outside of his arm. She still doesn't look like she's getting out of bed any time soon, but she's at least conscious. "...it's not so... Bad. Just a lot of paperwork and he's... Complicated. Already got his hands in a lot of pies. And I'm looking for where Gertrude's Archive could have gotten off to. He... should be keeping it. That's not a thing to be lost in the world. You remember Gertrude, right?" She mutters against him, eyes still not open, but she's trying to process it all.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel smiles warmly as Peggy makes more sleepy noises of protest. He knows his wife, he knows that means she'll be awake sooner or later, like it or not. "Yeah, I remember her, so you're saying her grandson, lost the whole archive?" he says his smile turning into a frown. Peg dealt with Gertrude more than he had but he knew enough about the Archive to understand the gravity of what it contained. "That's... not good."

Peggy Carter has posed:
A deep sigh escapes her lips, trickling warm breath over his collar bone. It's the bone deep sigh of exhaustion, even this time of the morning. She normally doesn't let the job weigh so heavily on her but, for some reason, it seems a trial today. "I don't know that he *lost* it... I think he did not wish it, left it to others of his family, and now they are gone. It's a... heavy weight to bear. But we'll find it. And then SHIELD will be here to help watch over it, which is where it should have been in the first place." Tired or not, her mind is spinning now, planning more work and how to handle this delicate matter.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel lifts his arm from around Peggy's waist to gently rub her back. "Yeah heck of a legacy to be saddled with, and here I thought it was bad with my folks wanting me to come home and take over the store," he jokes quietly. "I don't blame him for pawning it off on the rest of his family. So, is WAND going to be the ones looking after it? If so, might want to see if May can spare some STRIKE trained agents to handle physical security, outside of Croft and Hellboy WAND is a little light on field training."

Peggy Carter has posed:
The point that WAND doesn't have much field training is something that, somehow, Peggy missed. "Oh hell..." She breathes out against his shoulder, turning her head to fully bury her face into his pectoral as if she could hide away from the world. "I didn't even think of that." She admits, mumbled into his skin, but he's good at making out her mumblings.

After a long moment hiding there, she forces herself to roll onto her back and stare up at the ceiling for a few heartbeats. "You're...right. I should get up and make a few...phone calls. Jane is helping him look into it, but...they'll need more."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel nods, "They sort of fly under the radar because most people don't really know what they do, but I did some poking they need some work, great at figuring out what the weird crap we find does, not so much at the rest," at the mention of calls he says, "I can ring them if you like, see if we can get Croft or Hellboy on site ASAP and go from there."

Peggy Carter has posed:
"There's... no site to *go* to yet. We still don't know where the Archives... are. Jonathan is supposed to contact me as soon as he gets any leads, but..." That probably means they could leave this for their supposed day off, but the way Peggy is looking at the ceiling, her mind is running over worries on the matter now. She finally starts pushing herself up into sitting, fully planning on getting up out of bed to start those phone calls, but she's on her back again a half a second later, the whole world turned sideways. "...or... maybe that can wait."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"Right," Daniel says, "This is what I get for making plans before coffee," he jokes before his eyes turn to Peg as she flops back down on the bed. Sitting up he asks, "Peg, you okay?" looking at her with a touch of concern.

Peggy Carter has posed:
One hand comes up, dragging across her face slowly as she waits for the room to settle. "Fine. Just... missed dinner last night. That was, apparently, a mistake. Not exactly hungry now, but getting out of this bed doesn't seem to be an option my body would care to take." She sounds far more frustrated with the weakness of her own frame than worried about why she might be dizzy.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
The concern doesn't leave Daniel's eyes, even if he tries to put a brighter shine on things. "Well good thing you're married to an amazing husband who will absolutely bring you some breakfast in bed if you're not ready to get up yet," he says. "What do you feel up to? I'll go get it for you."

They had decided to take the weekend off for a reason, and it seemed like it was not a moment too late.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Peg's nose screws up a little bit at the thought of food. Having missed dinner or not, her stomach doesn't quite agree that it's the time to eat. She takes a slow breath through her nose, considering quietly. "I... think maybe some of the ginger tea first? Just something to settle... Everything. And then I'll get up and we can manage breakfast." If she was thinking about sixty five years ago at all, that would be a familiar request.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"You sure you're okay, Peg?" Daniel asks, "I mean it's a been awhile since you've just wanted ginger tea in the morning." Slowed by sleep though they are the gears are beginning to turn. "Might be an idea to see Simmons or Morse, get you checked out, I mean it's not likely that, but remember the last time you just wanted that tea..." but then hadn't she gone for it the other night as well?

Peggy Carter has posed:
"No, no... they'll just fret. They *just* put me back together, we can't have them worrying something else has gone wrong." Though, even as Peggy says it, there is a slight frown of concern that tugs at her lips. "I was supposed to feel 29 again." And she did. For a while. And still does in some ways. Then he asks about the last time she wanted the tea and she blinks, turning her head over on her pillow so dark eyes can stare at him. "...when I had food poisoning from that bad salmon? You weren't even here..."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"What?" Daniel says before shaking his head. "No, no, the last time I remember you just wanting ginger tea, before we found out about Michael," he says meeting those dark eyes of hers with his own. "But then I could just be jumping to conclusions." Albiet not unpleasant ones.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"...Oh." Peggy stares at him a few moments, eyes quite wide as she considers that possibility. "...Yes. That tended to be when I wished ginger tea morning and night... and little else. Especially at the beginning." Her head lulls back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling, wide awake now with her head slightly spinning for entirely different reasons. "This is... possibly food poisoning. That does happen."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"Or the flu," Daniel adds. "I mean we've been 'busy' in that way but it doesn't mean that it's that again," he says sitting up fully now and reaching for Peggy's hand. "Probably nothing, but let me get you that tea and we'll see how you feel after that."

Peggy Carter has posed:
She lets him take her palm, fingertips cool, just a touch clammy, but nausea does that. Peggy gives his palm a little bit of a squeeze, drawing his knuckles to her mouth for a small kiss. She then just holds his hand there, against her cheek, considering for a moment. "...Probably nothing, yes. Even if we've been... " A husky, quiet laugh escapes her lips for a moment, "Not exactly safe. I didn't even think about it." She admits, head turning to give him a weak smile. "But it's probably nothing. Tea, a weekend of rest... things will pass." These are practically the exact same protests she made sixty some years ago. It's amusing how little a person can change in some ways.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel squeezes her hand back and nods "Well, once things get going it's hard to stop and think," he says with a warm chuckle. "You have that effect on me."

"And you're right it's probably something else but if you're still sick after the weekend we should..." he pauses a moment thinking. "Do those home tests exist here or was that just something the Framework made up? If they do we might want to think about trying one, even if only to eliminate the chance it's that and find out if you're really sick or not."

Peggy Carter has posed:
That question gets another soft laugh from her, and the worst of the dizziness seems to have passed, as she rolls over onto her side to face him. Peggy's still keeping his hand, cuddling it in closer against her chest for a moment. "Yes, those tests are quite easy to get. A few minutes in the comfort of your own home and you get an answer we had to wait days and a very dead rabbit or frog for. Rather nicer these days." Something they could logically get over the weekend, but she seems content to wait. She kisses his hand one more time and finally lets it go. "But... that tea would be nice for now."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel smiles, "Good news for us then, not to mention the frogs and the rabbits," he says lightly before lifting Peggy's hand to his lips before slipping free. "Though for now, tea, sit tight and I'll be right back," he says rising to his feet. He pauses a moment, looking at her before he adds, "Love you."

Peggy Carter has posed:
"...I love you too. So much." Peg pauses, reaching out to grab his hand one last time. She's sitting up a bit straighter now, something somber behind her eyes. "Daniel, don't... I just... I don't want you to get your hopes up. As nice as it would be. And if we want to... talk about it, and plan... we can. But... don't hope too much, alright? It's probably just the flu." Though the slight sadness behind her eyes says she's probably gotten her own hopes up already, if foolishly so.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel looks back at Peggy and returns to the bed kneeling beside her. "I won't," he tells Peggy softly. "I love the idea of having another kid but like last time it's probably better if we plan for it rather than happening by accident," he says, though his eyes suggest he may indeed have let his hopes get the better of him. Leaning in to kiss her lips, he says, "Anyhow, I'll get you that tea and we can talk about this after, or not, it's our weekend off after all, our time is ours."

Peggy Carter has posed:
As he kneels at her side, she settles there, curled on her side and looking him directly in the eyes as she reaches one hand out to gently tuck a few of his morning-mussed locks behind his ears. She can see the faint disappointment in his eyes and she lets her palm come to rest on his cheek. "I love you too. And if... if we want this again, we can properly talk and plan for it. I promise. Absolutely." She leans up just enough to return that kiss, happy for it, then lets him go to curl up a bit deeper into her pillow.

When he comes back with tea, she'll be deep into sleep again, but at least looking more comfortable than she did when she first awoke.