Unavoidable Truth

September 10, 2017:

After Michael is drugged by gangs, Peggy visits to make sure he is okay.

Hotel - Wakanda

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: Jessica Jones

Mood Music: None.


Fade In…

Michael has had a rough day. What started with a kidnapping during grocery shopping ended with him being carried back to the hotel by Jessica. There's no outward lacerations or injury, but he looks even whiter than he normally does. He regained consciousness after they returned long enough for him to undress and get himself into bed. It's been about an hour with the air conditioner whirring away and fitful sleep. He looks like he has the flu.

*

Once they were back and Jessica put Michael back in his room, she told Peggy about what happened to her and her brother. She's quick to get to Michael's room, knocking and then letting herself in if he does not answer. Jess was kind enough to grab his key for her. Once inside, she sets it back down on the bedside table and then waits for him to wake. Sitting in one of the chairs, she flips through some of the information she has recently received as she waits. Every once in awhile a worried glance will be given to her brother.

*

Michael might have a sixth sense when he's not alone. He stirs out of his uneasy sleep before too long and blinks. He coughs tightly and tilts his head to the side. "Peggy. Hello dear. Sorry I haven't got any magazines for you to flip through while you waited. English ones are a bit hard to come by."

*

Dear. Michael hasn't called her dear since before the War. Peggy looks up from her files, unable to keep a bit of a smirk from her face. "No need to apologize. This is your hotel, not a waiting room. This has been quite interesting reading." Setting the files down, though, she stands to move toward him. "How are you? Jessica said you were drugged and took to it poorly."

*

Michael chuckles roughly. "That's an interesting way of putting it. Getting better, thankfully." He grunts and props himself up on his elbows. It won't do to lie prone when one has company. He slides over an additional pillow. The hotel room shows little sign that he's been camping there as long as he has. Everything is neat and anonymous, as befits a spy. All his things are stored in his bags when not in use for quick and easy evacuation. The only thing hanging are his suits, and even those hang close to garment bags.

*

"Truth serum?" Peggy raises an eyebrow. At the slid pillow, she smirks. With a sigh, she kicks off her sensible - but fashionable - shoes and then settles down next to him. The room is similar to hers. They're both Carters, both spies. Everything is neat and precise. Her own apartment has touches of personality, but she finds no need to decorate hotels room or anything of the like. She can't help but turn slightly and grin. "Perhaps I should interrogate you."

*

Michael lets out a low groan. "My tongue might be a little looser than usual, but I doubt you want to use the methods that would require the pure unadulterated truth." He chuckles roughly. "But I suppose I might be more inclined to honesty at the moment. Partially because I feel rather like I had some bad fish."

*

Unable to stop, a soft laugh escapes Peggy. "That certainly is a feat, Michael," she tells her brother. "I thought it impossible to loosen your tongue." She smiles. With a shake of her head and sigh she crosses her arms and leans back against the pillows. "Honestly, I'd prefer not to have to drug you to speak with you. You're my brother, Michael."

*

"You can speak to me anytime you like. I'm right across the hall, after all. In fact, now is an excellent time to talk to me in general, about the mission or otherwise." Michael shifts in the bed a little, but doesn't jostle things too much.

*

"You know it's not that simple." Peggy gives Michael a bit of a look. "After all, I am much the same distance, you realize." The woman sighs. "You're the one who left." That's the meat of it, the heart of it. "Tonight sounds like a good time to discuss it, however." Not just because of the truth serum, but because they actually have managed to connect some here.

*

"I'm the one who left, but you're the one who said you needed time. And I will point out," Michael says wryly, "I did agree to come to Wakanda and work with you. I think you know me well enough to know that counts as reaching out."

*

There is that. Peggy sighs and nods. "True enough." The opportunity to talk to Michael, still unimpeded by truth serum is truly a singular one. Truthfully, it is incredibly tempting to ask him questions to see his most truthful answers. However, at the same time? It feels a little like cheating. "I do," he tells him with a sigh. "And I truly appreciate it. I know that James is not as important to you as he is to me. This is just…hard." Ultimately, she slips off the bed. To ask him things now feels a bit like cheating. "Perhaps, once you're feeling better, we should have a drink."

*

And that, fundamentally, is the difference between the Carter siblings. They are much alike in many ways, but Michael could play dirty pool. Whether or not he'd use it on his own sister is another question, but. "He's not important to me at all," he blurts before he realizes what he's saying. "I don't owe him anything. I'm here for you and Jessica."

*

For some people? Peggy would play dirty pool. For her brother? In an attempt to rebuild a relationship? No. That is not this Peggy. As she shifts her legs off the bed and slips on her shoes, she stands and moves to gather her files. The blurt is met with a pause. She turns to Michael as he says that. A warm smile is given. A part of her wondered if he was here for his agency, was here to keep an eye on them. From how he left her for so long without word? It was not outside the realm of possibility. This, though? This she knows is truth. So, she tells him, quite sincerely, "Thank you. For coming here for this. I truly appreciate it. And…" she looks down and then back up at him. "I am glad you are here."

*

Michael may not be here for Barnes, and he may not be here for his agency, but that doesn't mean they won't get a full debrief of the inner workings of Wakanda from one of their most observant agents. It doesn't have to be an official mission for him to be on the clock. "Oh, go on, Spitfire, before I say something truly embarrassing." He starts to settle back down in bed. He really is still spent.

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