Provided you can stomach hitching your cart to another 'baseline human,' [ peggy says. wry, a little childish, and lashing out at someone who definitely isn't in the room just now. it spills out before she thinks better of it.
she covers, gentling her tone: ] I'm prepared to have your back. Certainly.
Not me. [ not exactly. her lips press together. he doesn't need this, it occurs to her. he doesn't need something else to put fire in his veins. ] It's -- someone else said it. Doesn't much matter. But there are people in these parts who seem less than enthusiastic about those of us who aren't enhanced in some way making a go at defending ourselves.
[ okay, so that's not exactly how it went down. but it's how peggy's spinning her little unreliable narrative. ]
Trust me. [ a quiet beat. peggy toys her fingertips along the edge of her teacup. ] It wouldn't have helped.
[ but the thought makes her mouth tick up into a smile. objectively, she knows she can still be a valuable force in the trials and tribulations faced by this mansion. she doesn't feel down on herself, exactly, but those words would have held far less sting if they'd come from anyone but him. ]
Although a solid right hook would usually be a fine remedy for such a bull-headed attitude. Yes.
[ ...oh, for god's sake tony stark. peggy rolls her eyes. yes, she can guess. no, she won't be rushing to the unidentified someone's defense. but perhaps her expression of exasperation is defense enough. ]
And here I was under the impression you didn't know when to hold your tongue.
[ she could say a lot. she could say it's not what tony thinks it is -- but peggy's also not interested in defining anything for him, for herself, for the unnamed other person. she's made a friend, she thinks, and that is a feat in and of itself. there's no use poisoning the well by making a fuss over it.
she wants tony's affection, yes. but she doesn't need his approval. ]
It's still bloody strange being called that. [ an aunt. anyone's aunt. his, sharon's, anyone's. ] How would you feel if I went around introducing you as a nephew, hm?
[ a soft question -- one he doesn't have to answer if he can't find the energy. ]
I've already had to explain a great-niece who's nearer to my age than she ought to be. A nephew who's older shouldn't be that much of a challenge.
[ of course, it's not how she's been explaining him at all. instead, she's called him her colleague's son. but perhaps a nephew, by blood or by choice, is an easier sell.
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she covers, gentling her tone: ] I'm prepared to have your back. Certainly.
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[ he doesn't seem to understand the meaning or the context of the word, he tilts his head. ]
You make it sound like a bad thing.
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[ okay, so that's not exactly how it went down. but it's how peggy's spinning her little unreliable narrative. ]
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[ it reminds him of a fight he once had with steve, the accusations they threw at each other when they only first met. ]
that should close the case.
[ well, it's one method, anyway. ]
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[ but the thought makes her mouth tick up into a smile. objectively, she knows she can still be a valuable force in the trials and tribulations faced by this mansion. she doesn't feel down on herself, exactly, but those words would have held far less sting if they'd come from anyone but him. ]
Although a solid right hook would usually be a fine remedy for such a bull-headed attitude. Yes.
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[ so it wouldn't do to rule out the baseline human folk. ]
wait 'till that happens and when they sound the all clear, punch them in the face. you'll feel lots better. it's classic.
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[ story of her ruddy life, basically. ]
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[ and he winks and pillows his head again. ]
not that I'm encouraging violence or anything.
[ not at all. nope. ]
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[ after all, next time tony mucks up she's allowed to hit him. that was the agreement, wasn't it? ]
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it wouldn't be the first or the last time I'll get punched and deserve it.
[ it's really become a habit by now, tony stark getting his ass handed to him for his mistake. ]
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Good of you to admit so. [ a beat. ] But which grade-A moron, as you've so eloquently put it, would you nominate first?
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[ but it's said with an annoying little smile. as if she can already guess even when he's not saying anything. ]
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And here I was under the impression you didn't know when to hold your tongue.
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[ he keeps eyes his closed, allows himself to inch a little closer into the almost foreign embrace of sleep. ]
even if it from my aunt.
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she wants tony's affection, yes. but she doesn't need his approval. ]
It's still bloody strange being called that. [ an aunt. anyone's aunt. his, sharon's, anyone's. ] How would you feel if I went around introducing you as a nephew, hm?
[ a soft question -- one he doesn't have to answer if he can't find the energy. ]
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[ he comments, dry and honest. ]
Though you're the one who will have to explain to them why I'm older than you, I'm not touching that.
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[ of course, it's not how she's been explaining him at all. instead, she's called him her colleague's son. but perhaps a nephew, by blood or by choice, is an easier sell.
and if it's what he wants to be called? well! ]
We'll try it on for size. See how it settles.