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- One post per day
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- Primarily Prefer Female
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Marigold Peggy Evans
Morning broke like each other, the sun brightly shining through Marigold's window. Awakening her to work in the busy day ahead, drawing herself up out of bed. Brewing her morning tea, and tea before dressing for work in a nineteen forties frock. Hair pinned back beautifully in a setting of curls, and hairstyle of the forties. Humming a tune played during the war, sipping her tea. Lipstick of scarlet staining the side of the travel mug, as she moved along the run down streets.
The day was nice and full of promise in the eyes of the young Australian woman. Kids were playing running through the streets, calling her by the nicknames they'd given her. Little Miss Retro being called back and forth from each child as she walked passed them. Marigold could only find herself mustering a tight lipped smile. Stepping towards her shop at the busier end of town, Marigold unlocked the doors calmly opening the door. Turning on the lights around the modest store, she smiled at her hard work.
Starting her day sorting through some of the items once owned by the late Peggy Carter, Marigold lightly repaired few things. Placing few pieces on display, and others like her uniform was left to her in a letter. Marigold sat down in her stool behind the counter, running her fingers through the fabric of the uniform and dresses she gave Marigold before death. Saddened over the loss of her grandparents' dear friend and a person that the young woman truly looked up to.
At the ringing of her store bell, Marigold shifted her gaze looking up to see someone in dark clothing entering the store. Clicking of a weapon was heard, and before she could stand a gun was pointed at the base of her skull. Right in between her eyes. A sharp exhale left the young woman as swallowed back her fear. "What do you want?" Marigold asked in a thick bushy accent, quivering slightly in fear. Staring up at the hooded figure, she shivered lightly reaching her hand under the counter pressing the distress alarm for the local police.
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Airs of Wakanda were fresh nothing like he had felt in years. For once Bucky thought he was finally free from the grasps of Hydra. The nightmare was finally over with them, but now he was a criminal on the run. Much like a his friends Arabella and Steve.
Freedom brought a lot of clarity toward Bucky, mainly about all he had missed. So much had happened since the war, so much more envy and greed lived among the world. He used to work for those greedy creatures too. The mere thought of following Hydra for years made him sick now, as he stood on the banks of a river in the rather peaceful nation of Wakanda. A nation that the Winter Soldier was beyond surprised when they came to his aid after the murder of their late King.
Wakanda had done much for him and Arabella since arriving, and the most recent they bought him a new arm constructed from their fine technology. Concern was building for Steve though, as even T'Challa the present king hasn't heard anything from his close friend from childhood. James felt a sense of guilt pang in his chest as he looked out over the clear and beautiful waters. "You have to be safe Steve... You're my brother..." He stated in a dry and exhausted tone of voice.
Sleep was almost impossible with the nightmares, but somehow having the peace of mind that Arabella was calming to him. Arabella used to be the contact he dreaded with her pestering and annoying amount of interest with him. But with time it slowly mellowed the man out. Becoming a sense of comfort that she was vaguely interested. Pulling a small smile of amusement, the raggered man thought about how much they'd been through together.
Closing his eyes at the coolness of the breeze hitting his face, he drew out a light sigh. Wondering if there will ever be a day where he's totally free.