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PEGGY CARTER | MCU | ENTRANCEWAY ( action, video, voice, or text )

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[mucked]

Why, so you can fix her vulnerability and thereby lock me out of ever doing the same again? I think not. [ ... ] I'm glad I have my sly way inside. Perhaps it'll keep you on your toes.

[revokes]

I'm just saying, at this point, you should be looking into basic computer programming. You'll be a rockstar.

[ he passes her the ice cream, a piece offer, perhaps? ]

[mucked]

[ hurrah! ice cream. as peace offerings go, it probably works. at least partially. ]

I have been reading up on Turing's work.

[ because that's new! and relevant! right? ]

[revokes]

Get another book. Basic commmands, the whole nine yards. It's like picking up a language, you're good at that.

[ Spoken like a fact rather than an observation. ]

[mucked]

...I would need something to work on.

[ hint hint. she's learned enough, at least, to know one needs a computer for computer programming. ]

Can't imagine I'd get very far with pen and paper.

[revokes]

Give me forty-eight hours, I'll set something up.

[ helpful, amiable. ]

[mucked]

A full forty-eight?

[ she smiles. ]

You can do better. Unless badgering Steve is eating into your schedule.

[revokes]

It absolutely does. You know I have to get creative about that, it's a chore.

[ But being Tony Stark, he responds well to a challenge: ]

Seventeen. Only because it's you.

[mucked]

[ hm! she makes a real show of weighing her verdict. ]

Acceptable, I suppose.

[revokes]

Any kinder and you'd be giving Santa a run for his money.

[ Though he probably doesn't mind if to judge by how quickly he shifts to the next subject ]

So I have one last question you'd probably hate me for.

[mucked]

[ ... ]

Well, Tony, with a disclaimer like that...

[ get it over with. ]

[revokes]

Can't say I don't give you warnings.

[ Though one can debate if they make everything better or worse. ]

Just idle curiosity - have you made absolutely sure all of your company knows that I'm not your son?

[mucked]

Oh, for Heaven's sake, what makes you think he'd even consider that a possibility...?

[ except, of course, that rip had considered it. but peggy won't be admitting as much right now. ]

[revokes]

[ Ugh, he liked it better when they were talking about Rogers. ]

Nevermind, just making sure.

[ He'd be happy never to talk about any of it again. ]

[mucked]

[ and yet she clears her throat and takes a second (tentative) stab at it: ]

I've made it abundantly clear that I consider you my nephew, blooded or not.

[ although in this case 'abundantly clear' is a lot more like 'implied between words' and 'left to be inferred.' but rip is a clever sort, she knows, and there is no longer any confusion on that front.

thank god. considering how everything fell to pieces over steve's arrival, the last thing she needs is aforementioned company thinking that howard stark -- of all people -- would ever pass for her suitor. ]

[revokes]

[ he looks like he's about to say something else but in the end, he puffs his cheeks and reaches for that ice cream. ]

Okay. See? Like a band-aid and now we can never talk about it ever again.

[mucked]

[ no way, mate, you're not getting away with this so easily. peggy leans back and plays keep-away with the ice cream pint. ]

He's also well aware of how proud I am of you. [ she sees weakness and vulnerability; she goes for it. ] And that I consider you considerably less irksome than your father.

[ despite his father being basically her best friend back home. ]

[revokes]

Why are you doing this to me - I got you ice cream, I'm not on your shit list.

[ Since obviously she has one. ]

[mucked]

[ tony, darling, you're in a three-way tie for first place on her shit list. ]

He has also been made aware that you give me reading lists. And of books from considerably beyond my decade, at that.

[ she scoots away and takes the opportunity to eat another spoonful of ice cream. ]

[revokes]

You realize I'm deep in the land of awkward, right? First him, now you. Only he makes me want to tear off my arm and you're just generally the worst.

[ ugh ]

[mucked]

Good Lord. [ ... ] I'll be the first to admit he's a bit much in many ways. But -- tear off your arm?

[ she rolls her eyes. ]

Don't be dramatic.

[ she won't argue with herself being dubbed the worst, however. ]

[revokes]

That's not being dramatic, you don't want to hear the dramatic version of this. Believe me, I considered that. I could always build myself a new arm.

[ And look like Barnes, alas. ]

[mucked]

[ ugh, fine, fine, she pulls out the big gun. ]

Do I have to actually articulate that he's important to me before you'll start behaving like a mature adult about all of this? [ honestly! ] It's bad enough enough I had to tell Steve. And the man himself. Must I say it to you too?

[ can she just continue probably-loving someone with a kind of wordless unacknowledged affection? no one else need know the depth and breadth of it. but her little spiel does give something away, at least -- she's told steve.

more than that, she's told rip.

well sorta. ]

[revokes]

[ He puts his head in his hands again, why is this happening to him. ]

Okay, let's break it down easily okay, let's work with what we know and that way I could show you what I mean. You just answer yes or no, you can do that.

[ He really needs a drink just about now ]

We know for sure that you have someone who's important to you, yes or no?

[mucked]

[ a snort -- as if she's not really certain whether she can answer yes or no. not when there are so many points she'd like to argue. still, she relaxes.

she even goes as far as to place the ice cream pint back on the table between them. ]

Yes.

[ but she makes the answer sound like he's pulling out her teeth. ]