[ should he change? when he’s in a bloody halloween costume? no, that’s absurd. he still has to do morningstar runs in a few hours, and it’s better if he looks like everyone else today than if he sticks out. and he can’t waste any time, when all they do is flicker in and out of this world. (maybe it’ll make them both laugh, too.) ]
That sounds good. Nice, I mean. I can’t believe you’re here. I have to pass off work to Peggy — but you’re the priority. Be there soon.
[ thanks thought 2 text.
that he calls her peggy and not carter is new, by the by. ten minutes later: ]
ETA 20 past.
[ and he does stride around the corner too quickly, rucksack sling over his shoulder and dressed in his tactical gear costume lined with faintly glowing blue (and a very real blaster at his side): one of the fan-favourites in the television spin-off from salazar’s latest UN-questioning flick, an agent of peace who works alongside his partner to quell crime and unrest in far-flung colonies. there are a few others dressed like him on every block, so he blends.
at the sight of his dear friend, there’s not much else to do but gesture for connor to come closer (fingers curling too quick, a bit shaky), even as he closes the space between them. it isn’t like the last time, when fitz has grown warmer and surer with each passing week in this world. arms wrap around connor tight as he leans up, a sudden not-quite-laugh bubbling over when their heads bump. each brush of skin carries with it something new and shifting — surprise, sparking across; relief, settling in; affection, no longer held back. ]
You wouldn’t believe — [ his breath catches, so much for being Cool. ] — how much I missed you.
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That sounds good. Nice, I mean.
I can’t believe you’re here.
I have to pass off work to Peggy — but you’re the priority. Be there soon.
[ thanks thought 2 text.
that he calls her peggy and not carter is new, by the by. ten minutes later: ]
ETA 20 past.
[ and he does stride around the corner too quickly, rucksack sling over his shoulder and dressed in his tactical gear costume lined with faintly glowing blue (and a very real blaster at his side): one of the fan-favourites in the television spin-off from salazar’s latest UN-questioning flick, an agent of peace who works alongside his partner to quell crime and unrest in far-flung colonies. there are a few others dressed like him on every block, so he blends.
at the sight of his dear friend, there’s not much else to do but gesture for connor to come closer (fingers curling too quick, a bit shaky), even as he closes the space between them. it isn’t like the last time, when fitz has grown warmer and surer with each passing week in this world. arms wrap around connor tight as he leans up, a sudden not-quite-laugh bubbling over when their heads bump. each brush of skin carries with it something new and shifting — surprise, sparking across; relief, settling in; affection, no longer held back. ]
You wouldn’t believe — [ his breath catches, so much for being Cool. ] — how much I missed you.