[ collaboration. and, of course, that is the unavoidable spirit of this conversation. the one she'd kicked off just to avoid being too friendly -- and one that does well to reveal in both of them an eagerness to work, even if peggy doesn't always do well working together. collaborating.
although maybe mister jarvis would have taken offense at that assertion, given the support and help he's supplied her. daniel, too, although that thought comes with a rather funny pang. one she's quick to bury in what is only her second earnest sip of the night. as rip takes his seat, she leans forward and collects her glass for only a mouthful before returning it to the table.
she nods through his suggestion. yes, yes, she'll bring her notes -- no verbal acquiescence necessary. and maybe she should warn him that they're not plain-text and so might require a touch of extra effort, only it's his turn to shift the gears.
peggy shifts his notebook from her lap to the table between them. her nail underlines a phrase about the portal that had met its unintended end, that third attempt listed, and she tells him something she hasn't always been quick to tell anyone. ]
This, here. The catastrophe just before I arrived? I doubt Fitz was the only mind behind this portal, but I understand he may have been its main architect. [ which, from his notes, she's already gathered he knows. what might not know, however: ] Not only is he from my home universe, Mister Hunter, but he's a SHIELD agent.
[ an organization she'd alluded to plenty, but only spoke its proper name while they'd been sat outside his bedroom door and forced to tell each other the truth. ]
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although maybe mister jarvis would have taken offense at that assertion, given the support and help he's supplied her. daniel, too, although that thought comes with a rather funny pang. one she's quick to bury in what is only her second earnest sip of the night. as rip takes his seat, she leans forward and collects her glass for only a mouthful before returning it to the table.
she nods through his suggestion. yes, yes, she'll bring her notes -- no verbal acquiescence necessary. and maybe she should warn him that they're not plain-text and so might require a touch of extra effort, only it's his turn to shift the gears.
peggy shifts his notebook from her lap to the table between them. her nail underlines a phrase about the portal that had met its unintended end, that third attempt listed, and she tells him something she hasn't always been quick to tell anyone. ]
This, here. The catastrophe just before I arrived? I doubt Fitz was the only mind behind this portal, but I understand he may have been its main architect. [ which, from his notes, she's already gathered he knows. what might not know, however: ] Not only is he from my home universe, Mister Hunter, but he's a SHIELD agent.
[ an organization she'd alluded to plenty, but only spoke its proper name while they'd been sat outside his bedroom door and forced to tell each other the truth. ]