[ something sweet and warm steals over her. and for not the first time this month, peggy's heart seems to seize with too much love. she used to be better (she knows) at keeping herself divorced from so much sentimentality. she wasn't without her connections back home, of course, but they were kept distant and minimal and always just a touch too frigid. even angie was left at arm's reach. for her own good, always.

peggy's breath catches. after a moment, she remembers to exhale. raw feeling gives way to something wry and protective. defensive only because she's unaccustomed to feeling quite this happy. ]

...A year ago, I would have laughed you out of the room.

[ and that's the truth. peggy carter, someone's godmum? ]

But for better or worse, Tony Stark is proof that I can be something to someone's child. [ so peggy slumps; she smiles. ] You say it doesn't matter here, Jane, but I think it actually matters quite a lot. The trust is there, after all, even if the duty isn't.

[ which is her very careful way of saying yes, god, of course she's accept. ]