"A Second American Hero... Well that's a coincidence. What happens now? You just gonna drop her at Rogers' doorstep?"
( steve rogers & oc - deborah murphy)
( post the avengers ➙ avengers: endgame )
*on hiatus
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[ SECURE LOCATION ] — ROGERS & MURPHY RESIDENCE WASHINGTON D.C. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. EARTH.
February, 2014; 23:49 UTC ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
First correction in the secret files of the newly discovered organisation of the very worst; the SHIELD and Hydra hybrid: Deborah Murphy had evidence to suggest that she was not, and never had been, a good person.
See memories related to January 1966.
"Do you think I'm a good person?"
Deborah Shannon, in 1966 was closing the gap between anxiously waiting and anxiously preparing for her first adventure into space on the March of that year. She was sat slumped over a copious amount of thickly bound books which contained information from theorised docking in space and trajectory targets. Considering the mission was only two months away, Debbie knew everything she was reading by heart, however she felt it calming to read sentences and equations in which the answers would flow from her without a second thought. She was reading up on the Titan II GLV (Gemini Launch Vehicle) of all things; it was the expendable launch system derived from the Titan II missile, which was used to launch twelve Gemini missions for NASA. They'd been using it since 1964, and Debbie had memorised its capabilities the year before.
It was simple work. It was the kind in which she had been able to squeeze past the psychologist at NASA as, really, no work at all, therefore she would be allowed to keep reading without the added possibility of stressing herself to the point of exhaustion. However, they didn't know that Debbie hadn't felt exhaustion in a long time.
David Murphy was on extremely amiable terms with the librarian in the small area of Houston that only the astronauts and their families occupied. Although David and Debbie were not married, David spent the majority of his time between her small, single person, house and the library, wherein he was tortured about when he was going to 'man-up' and ask Deborah Shannon to marry him.
"Hm? Yeah... Sorry, what did you say?" Debbie mumbled, otherwise too invested in recital of her books. She rubbed her eyes and unsuccessfully suppressed a yawn. They were in the library, long after closing time, where David was finishing up some work in cataloguing. He was instead standing across from Debbie.
David admired her wide eyes against the midnight light that bordered around her shoulders, the light on her desk illuminating the stars that, ask anyone, would be able to spot. He smirked at the coincidental ball of illumination that appeared to be sprouting from her heart.
Debbie found his shy grin contagious, and his imagery utterly ridiculous. "What?" she chuckled.
"Nothing," he shook his head, dismissively, "it doesn't matter."
