First Person (entry type): May 23. A telegram arrived from Stark today. Nothing so far, but he will, of course, keep looking. If anyone can succeed it will be him. Meanwhile I am trying to keep busy since there's still a lot of work to be done here as well, though I confess it is rather difficult to concentrate. Part of me wishes I could have accompanied Stark...
But no matter. I must trust him to do what he can.
I've been invited to an event at The Red Lion at the end of the week. Their rebuilding work is almost complete and there is to be an evening of entertainment Friday night. I don't think I shall go, though. I'm not much in the mood for celebrations and I certainly don't want to go dancing. Not without him.
Third Person: It had been difficult to hide her smile when Colonel Phillips was distracted from giving his pep talk when his gaze landed on the scrawny kid in the group. At least Erskine had kept everyone in the dark, not just her. She’d almost suspected him of choosing this young man on purpose, just to see how she’d react when she saw him, but chose to give him the benefit of the doubt. He seemed serious about the choice, but by the end of the first day of training Peggy was struggling to see his point of view. Rogers was determined, a hard worker, there was no doubt about that. He was also completely unfit and didn’t stand a chance up against these other lads. Especially not when the likes of Hodge was going out of his way to make things more difficult; if he thought no one saw the way he stuck his foot out when Rogers was running past or stood on Rogers’s fingers if he happened to catch up on the rope climb, he was sorely mistaken. (And if Peggy happened to make up some reasons to disqualify him from certain exercises so he had to redo them, it’s not like anyone said anything.) Rogers might not be the obvious choice at the end of the week, but there was certainly something...almost magnetic about him.
It was later that week when their eyes met yet again – this time while Rogers struggled to finish this batch of star-jumps – that Peggy realised that perhaps she wasn’t being as unbiased as she was supposed to be. Rogers flashed her a pained smile, favouring his right side where his muscles were clearly spasming from the effort, and Peggy quickly looked away, pretending to make a couple of notes on her clipboard before moving down the line. “Is that all you’ve got? Come on ladies, if this is the best you can do you might as well go home and get back to saving scrap metal. The army would rather send monkeys to the front than you miserable excuses for soldiers.”
Peggy Carter 4/4 ( I'm so sorry about that history section;; )
May 23.
A telegram arrived from Stark today. Nothing so far, but he will, of course, keep looking. If anyone can succeed it will be him. Meanwhile I am trying to keep busy since there's still a lot of work to be done here as well, though I confess it is rather difficult to concentrate. Part of me wishes I could have accompanied Stark...
But no matter. I must trust him to do what he can.
I've been invited to an event at The Red Lion at the end of the week. Their rebuilding work is almost complete and there is to be an evening of entertainment Friday night. I don't think I shall go, though. I'm not much in the mood for celebrations and I certainly don't want to go dancing. Not without him.
Third Person:
It had been difficult to hide her smile when Colonel Phillips was distracted from giving his pep talk when his gaze landed on the scrawny kid in the group. At least Erskine had kept everyone in the dark, not just her. She’d almost suspected him of choosing this young man on purpose, just to see how she’d react when she saw him, but chose to give him the benefit of the doubt. He seemed serious about the choice, but by the end of the first day of training Peggy was struggling to see his point of view. Rogers was determined, a hard worker, there was no doubt about that. He was also completely unfit and didn’t stand a chance up against these other lads. Especially not when the likes of Hodge was going out of his way to make things more difficult; if he thought no one saw the way he stuck his foot out when Rogers was running past or stood on Rogers’s fingers if he happened to catch up on the rope climb, he was sorely mistaken. (And if Peggy happened to make up some reasons to disqualify him from certain exercises so he had to redo them, it’s not like anyone said anything.) Rogers might not be the obvious choice at the end of the week, but there was certainly something...almost magnetic about him.
It was later that week when their eyes met yet again – this time while Rogers struggled to finish this batch of star-jumps – that Peggy realised that perhaps she wasn’t being as unbiased as she was supposed to be. Rogers flashed her a pained smile, favouring his right side where his muscles were clearly spasming from the effort, and Peggy quickly looked away, pretending to make a couple of notes on her clipboard before moving down the line. “Is that all you’ve got? Come on ladies, if this is the best you can do you might as well go home and get back to saving scrap metal. The army would rather send monkeys to the front than you miserable excuses for soldiers.”