A Gal Out of Time [For Steve Rogers]
Jun. 19th, 2016 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It had been an extremely eventful twenty-four hours in Rogue’s life. Possibly the most so since her mutation manifested over a decade earlier. She’d been rescued from the lab by Erik and Bobby, helped to reset the timeline and stop the Sentinel War from ever happening, and she’d been dropped into the middle of Brooklyn in 1940.
She hadn’t recognized the city at first. Everything was so old-fashioned, from the buildings to the people themselves, and she’d gotten more than a few stares from the group of women who stared out the window as worked over steaming tubs washing laundry in the early spring twilight. It was only at the prompting of the psyches in her head, the ones she trusted the most, that she got herself moving. Food, shelter, clothes that didn’t make her stand out. It was the last that came the easiest – she felt terrible when she stole a brown dress and tights from a line of laundry, but she noted the address as best she could and promised to return it once she had things figured out. Because she would get this figured out, she had to.
The later it got, the colder the air turned, the warmth of spring disappearing and leaving Rogue shivering. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to steal a coat as well, she could tell that the people in this area didn’t have a lot of money, and so in the end she huddled in a doorway, trying to make herself small and invisible and just praying that she would make it until morning.
She hadn’t recognized the city at first. Everything was so old-fashioned, from the buildings to the people themselves, and she’d gotten more than a few stares from the group of women who stared out the window as worked over steaming tubs washing laundry in the early spring twilight. It was only at the prompting of the psyches in her head, the ones she trusted the most, that she got herself moving. Food, shelter, clothes that didn’t make her stand out. It was the last that came the easiest – she felt terrible when she stole a brown dress and tights from a line of laundry, but she noted the address as best she could and promised to return it once she had things figured out. Because she would get this figured out, she had to.
The later it got, the colder the air turned, the warmth of spring disappearing and leaving Rogue shivering. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to steal a coat as well, she could tell that the people in this area didn’t have a lot of money, and so in the end she huddled in a doorway, trying to make herself small and invisible and just praying that she would make it until morning.