Reflected Realities

Flowers And Dancing

Although it wasn't real, Peggy felt a certain comfort in being able to hold Dream Steve tight, as they galloped through the different dimensions of her mind.

They passed castles made of clouds, and clouds made of castles, all the while there was a flurry of paper files, fluttering through the air. After making a few futile attempts to catch them, Peggy settled her head onto Dream Steve's back.

Finally they came in to land. Her noble rocking horse that had gotten them there, seemed to simply slip away, upon landing.

They had arrived in a pavilion ballroom, the structure of which seemed to be made completely of flowers. Strong, green, rose covered vines, were what the structure was founded upon. The walls were ordered tapestries of lilacs, irises, roses, daffodils, and candles, all interwoven with one another. The ceiling was pure white heartwood, with purple spilling out from the center. In the center of the ceiling a chandelier hung, made completely from bluebells. Instead of candles, the bluebells held diamonds that reflected the candlelight from the walls.

Peggy gasped in awe. "Oh Steve, isn't it marvelous!" She exclaimed. Dream Steve took her hand, and swept into the centre of the room.

"It sure is! And you know what, Peg? It's perfect for dancing." In one movement he pulled her in close, and proceeded to waltz her around the ballroom.

No sooner had they begun to dance, the room became filled with other wigged dancers, all dressed in silks, satins, leather and lace. A band struck up to play and soon the party was in full swing.

The music was like none Peggy had ever heard. It was an orchestrated tribal electricity in the air, and soon Dream Steve and Peggy weren't waltzing anymore, but swaying spontaneously; moving to the beat of the music, and to each other.

As she twirled, she sensed Dream Steve let go of her hand. When she stopped spinning she realised he was no longer there. Glancing around her eye fell upon a woman in a pale white blonde wig, dancing Steve away. The woman giggled and turned to lean in close to Dream Steve. As she did this, Peggy recognised the woman as Private Lorraine. Pvt. Lorraine pressed herself against Dream Steve's body, her face against his.
"Hail Hydra." she whispered in his ear, before pulling out a gun.

Peggy sprung into action, grabbing one of the passing wigs and flinging it at Pvt. Lorraine. It connected with Pvt. Lorraine's hand, causing her to give out a terrible shriek before dropping the gun. As the gun met with the ground it collapsed into feathers. Pvt. Lorraine then hissed viciously, revealing sharp, pointed teeth and a serpent-like tongue. With a final screech, she turned and ran through the floral wall.

Immediately, Peggy was by Dream Steve's side.
"Steve! Steve! My darling, are you quite alright? " Here, within this dream, Peggy's emotions were naked, controlling them unnecessary.

"Yes, I'm fine Peg, thanks to you!" Steve said brushing himself down. Perhaps the wig she had thrown had been heavily powdered. "Peg, why are you still standing here, let's get after her!" Dream Steve suddenly looked up at her, accusingly.

"But Steve, I don't see how... " Peggy started, strangely uncertain, for some reason.

"Come on, since when has Peggy Carter been afraid of a little adventure?"

"Is this what this is Steve? An adventure?"

Dream Steve grinned, and for the second time offered her his hand.

Peggy smiled. "Well, if you put it like that, I don't see how I can refuse."

Scooping up the powered wig with one hand, Peggy took Dream Steve's hand with the other, and together they ran through the wall, after Pvt. Lorraine.