[ there's a plan in action fir the day he gets sent away. The first part is this, get his technology out of the way, all of it. The second part is working on a list of people that can't be trusted. Just in case they ever show up.
He's still working on that one. Theoretically, he's fine with going back home to his own workshop and his own problems. But some things can't be helped. Tony wants to solve Wonderland riddles, he wants to help people go home.
On a selfish level, he's never been to her funeral. He hasn't really been dealing with her passing. He misses her. He misses Jarvis. He misses his mother.
He got one of them back. That's been good. That's the one thing he is reluctant to give up so quickly. ]
A Brief History of Time. That's what you should read.
[ it takes her a moment. she has to decide, in her own time, whether his suggestion is a real one or yet another red herring. in the end, she errs on the side of sincerity. although she's got no idea what it is he's recommending to her.
It was written by one of the most famous astrophysics alive. If I had to choose ten books every person who cares about science should real, it would be in the top five.
[ every now and then, tony stark can be serious about science. ]
Besides, it has a lot of interesting theories about space and time, the expending universe - all the fun stuff that could explain this farce we're stuck in. if we wanna get out, we have to understand where we're at. that book is a good place to start.
[ peggy thinks about her notes. better yet, she thinks about mister hunter's -- dotted as they are with formulas and equations in a math that looks to be leagues beyond her. it was a humbling experience, and it took a while to make her peace with reality that it was her decade holding her back and not her intellect. the former won't ever change; the latter is always always a work in progress.
so although she knows enough, back home, to have recognized jane scott's symptoms as those of someone who'd been around a particle accelerator -- that impressive deduction doesn't feel quite so impressive here. but she can learn, she can add to her tool box, she can at least begin to start speaking pieces of the same language tony speaks. all the more important, as he says, if they want to get out.
peggy reaches for the book of sudoku puzzles (a present from him!) and snaps up her pen, as well. it's a minor note of recklessness, perhaps, that she does her puzzles in pen. ]
Write it down, would you? Title an author. Along with the other four. [ from his top five. ] I've got rather a lot to catch up on, don't I?
You write it down. I'm comfortable. get a note - here we go. write the titles.
[ he dictates five titles. cosmos, he says, is the best-selling science book ever published in the English language. then there's In Pursuit of the Unknown: 17 Equations That Changed the World as well as The Particle at the End of the Universe and Turing’s Cathedral ]
-- you know that guy. The universal machine, those fun stuff?
[ if it wasn't for the fact that he was actively helping her, peggy knows she wouldn't have played ball with his tone, his imperiousness, his orders -- even though they just about matched the same style in which she first spoke to him.
she makes a quick and jotted list. and at the final title, she nods. ]
Doctor Turing? Yes. [ actually, she's been reading up on his later achievements. it's strange to read about a colleague whose work had been (at the time) as secret as her own. their paths crossed often enough in hut 8. ] I'm -- familiar with his work.
[ she's not ready to outright talk about bletchley, but now she must wonder whether tony knows about that particularly confidential part of her career. peggy glances at him, hesitating, before: ]
[ it's not strange to think that she brushed shoulders with individuals who went on to change the very shape of the world -- after all, she'd known even before project rebirth that people like stark and erskine were going to shake the very foundations of the earth. never mind steve rogers.
but her quiet reminiscence is interrupted by tony's final suggestion. fifty shades of grey -- sounds like some sort of lofty philosophical treatise. dull, dull, dull -- oh? groundbreaking, he says. and our intrepid agent carter doesn't have her guard up; she trusts his recommendation entirely, even underlining the title twice as a kind of firm reminder. ]
Better, I hope, than dry robotics textbooks. [ she tears the page out of her sudoku book and folds the page and its book list into thirds. ] Cheers, Tony.
[ so judgmental. or, if it isn't judgment, maybe she's catching a peek at tony's impulse to be part of her life -- a source of something, like knowledge, and therefore honour-bound to turn up his nose at the sources she's gathered for himself.
it's enough to lead peggy to watch him while he walks away. enough to bring her to her feet, tailing him to the other side of the room. her folded piece of paper still pinched between her fingers. ]
I'm afraid not. [ the words are apologetic but the tone hardly is. she's still standing mystified, utterly ignorant of any prank played. ] I don't brew coffee. Nor does my kettle.
[ his lips twitch into a smile. tea, then. he almost wants to say, I can't remember the last time I've had tea only that would be a lie. he can pinpoint the time and the location and the company who forced it on him, as always.
some things don't change. tony stark, for all his faults, deems it natural to make two cups of tea without further fuss. he takes his dark and with no sugar. much like his coffee.
[ she shoots back with a mild smile. peggy's hand wraps around the cup, fingers threading through the handle. the sides are hot (almost unbearably so) but she welcomes the sear. it prompts her to breath in and then breath out. it prompts her to pause a moment before she dares to take a sip.
it doesn't go unnoticed, you know. the way he takes his tea. ]
Do share: what's the second sign? So I can be on the lookout for my worsening condition.
[ there are certain things that tony just knows are fact. lattes and cappuccinos are just the young, unwanted siblings of a good double espresso and green, sweetened, honeyed, teas are all a joke.
he takes a practical, ungraceful sip and takes a seat on a chair this time. there are small miracles in the world, as it happens. ]
[ and peggy, for her part, leans a hip against her roll-top desk. one hand holding the mug and the other cradled lightly below it. ]
Fitz put it together for me. [ she explains. only hesitantly -- they both know she doesn't enjoy talking about other people, her connections, a life she's accidentally building for herself. it seems wrong.
it seems selfish. ]
-- He left it outside my door some time ago. Too skittish to knock, I suppose.
[ there's nothing behind his voice but amusement and perhaps a bit of good-will. he knows he had wronged fitz before. he may not remember it but he never doubted his capacity to ruin other people's lives. still, the kid is smart. tony can appreciate smart.
he hopes to win him back over one day. ]
give me a break. he just knew that if you said thank you and smiled, it'll make him cry.
[ she falls easily into her role as the chiding aunt, reminding him when he starts to colour outside the lines. it's a role she'd spent a long time deflecting -- almost resenting -- but in the end it's not so bad. and, as she'd said to jane on the rooftop, it has turned into something comforting. ]
Skittish, yes. [ her own word after all. ] But he's actually a rather solid operative. From what I can tell.
[ praise she won't easily give the fellow himself, but which she now hints at in someone else's company. it's not the sort of thing she ordinarily says. and maybe she does only because she can hear that good will lurking behind tony's words. ]
[ and that's praise that's rare, as well and one that tony has given fitz before. only because it's fact. only because he misses people who can play the guessing and theorizing game with him.
god, he misses banner something fierce. ]
his mirror threatened to kill me, you know. he's not the biggest drama queen I've ever met but he ranks somewhere in the top five.
Oh, you met the mirror too? [ peggy feels that tug of curiosity -- that want to know, to compare notes. like an itch to open up her desk and pull out her notebook so she can jot it all down. but she tucks it away. for now.
that's the tricky thing about finding family. she can't treat every conversation with tony like it's a professional interview. there's his heart to consider. yes, indeed, she's fairly certain he has one. ] Charming bastard, wasn't he.
[ a hum. she drinks again. ]
But now the question has been raised. Who's cinched the top spot?
[ and that's a good thing. honestly speaking, tony wished he hadn't met loki and the sheer destruction be brought to earth as a result of a whim. ]
Picture a demi-god with an army of aliens and a massive inferiority complex who can't wait to get rid of earth because that's his brother's favorite planet.
[ and that brother is...thor. yes. she's been learning! it hasn't been the simplest feat, but peggy could at least say that she knows what asgard looks like -- thanks to a rather disorienting event that took place the previous year.
it's all greek to her. except she does understand exactly how 'a massive inferiority complex' and 'an army of aliens' could cause all sorts of trouble.
or she likes to think she understands. ]
Sibling rivalry. [ a beat. ] But ratcheted up to its highest setting.
You saw where it ended. remember the fun video from New York? Loki. Thor took him back to be judged for his crimes back in Asgard. super weird.
[ but still the best solution. tony never wanted loki to stay on earth. ]
so he wears a cape, yeah? and these horns whenever he really feels like he wants to make an entrance and then there's all that medieval talk - thou shalt suffer my wrath and all of that. guy's a piece of work.
I'm familiar with Asgardian fashion. Albeit not the horns, although it sounds as though that might be more of his particular dramatic hang-up rather than a whole civilization's.
[ peggy sets her tea cup aside and, crossing over to her dresser, she rummages around in the bottom drawer until she pulls out a cape. it's red, it's too tall to be hers, and it bears a few asgardian flourishes. ]
I acquired this during an event. [ a pause. ] Before you arrived.
-- The food was excellent. The trolls not so much.
[ she drapes the cloak over the back of a chair. ]
Since the event was from our home universe, I forgot something because of it. I've been trying to pin down the word ever since but...well, that's the trouble with something you've forgotten.
[ it's a reasonable idea and at same time, it's not reasonable at all. tony knows there's absolutely no way to write down all his memories - the terms, the people, the knowledge.
but he tries, still. it's an uphill climb if there ever was one. ]
I mean, they'll probably take away the one thing you forgot to write down but still.
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He's still working on that one. Theoretically, he's fine with going back home to his own workshop and his own problems. But some things can't be helped. Tony wants to solve Wonderland riddles, he wants to help people go home.
On a selfish level, he's never been to her funeral. He hasn't really been dealing with her passing. He misses her. He misses Jarvis. He misses his mother.
He got one of them back. That's been good. That's the one thing he is reluctant to give up so quickly. ]
A Brief History of Time. That's what you should read.
( action. )
[ it takes her a moment. she has to decide, in her own time, whether his suggestion is a real one or yet another red herring. in the end, she errs on the side of sincerity. although she's got no idea what it is he's recommending to her.
it doesn't sound like a book on robotics. ]
Tell me why.
( action. )
[ every now and then, tony stark can be serious about science. ]
Besides, it has a lot of interesting theories about space and time, the expending universe - all the fun stuff that could explain this farce we're stuck in. if we wanna get out, we have to understand where we're at. that book is a good place to start.
( action. )
so although she knows enough, back home, to have recognized jane scott's symptoms as those of someone who'd been around a particle accelerator -- that impressive deduction doesn't feel quite so impressive here. but she can learn, she can add to her tool box, she can at least begin to start speaking pieces of the same language tony speaks. all the more important, as he says, if they want to get out.
peggy reaches for the book of sudoku puzzles (a present from him!) and snaps up her pen, as well. it's a minor note of recklessness, perhaps, that she does her puzzles in pen. ]
Write it down, would you? Title an author. Along with the other four. [ from his top five. ] I've got rather a lot to catch up on, don't I?
( action. )
[ he dictates five titles. cosmos, he says, is the best-selling science book ever published in the English language. then there's In Pursuit of the Unknown: 17 Equations That Changed the World as well as The Particle at the End of the Universe and Turing’s Cathedral ]
-- you know that guy. The universal machine, those fun stuff?
( action. )
she makes a quick and jotted list. and at the final title, she nods. ]
Doctor Turing? Yes. [ actually, she's been reading up on his later achievements. it's strange to read about a colleague whose work had been (at the time) as secret as her own. their paths crossed often enough in hut 8. ] I'm -- familiar with his work.
[ she's not ready to outright talk about bletchley, but now she must wonder whether tony knows about that particularly confidential part of her career. peggy glances at him, hesitating, before: ]
Anything else?
( action. )
[ he has about hundreds of other recommendations to go with. but tony, being tony, hums and ends up saying - ]
you know Fifty Shades of Grey is very important as well. it was written by a British woman, too. groundbreaking.
( action. )
but her quiet reminiscence is interrupted by tony's final suggestion. fifty shades of grey -- sounds like some sort of lofty philosophical treatise. dull, dull, dull -- oh? groundbreaking, he says. and our intrepid agent carter doesn't have her guard up; she trusts his recommendation entirely, even underlining the title twice as a kind of firm reminder. ]
Better, I hope, than dry robotics textbooks. [ she tears the page out of her sudoku book and folds the page and its book list into thirds. ] Cheers, Tony.
[ oh someday there will be a reckoning. ]
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[ oh so serious, as one has to be when working on a really good prank. tony looks at her shelf and shakes his head. ]
all of them are better than that book over there. just saying.
[ he pushes himself up, grunting as he goes. ]
you really know how to treat your elders.
[ he reaches for the kettle. he never got his - oh wait. ]
please tell me you have coffee. any kind at all.
( action. )
it's enough to lead peggy to watch him while he walks away. enough to bring her to her feet, tailing him to the other side of the room. her folded piece of paper still pinched between her fingers. ]
I'm afraid not. [ the words are apologetic but the tone hardly is. she's still standing mystified, utterly ignorant of any prank played. ] I don't brew coffee. Nor does my kettle.
( action. )
[ his lips twitch into a smile. tea, then. he almost wants to say, I can't remember the last time I've had tea only that would be a lie. he can pinpoint the time and the location and the company who forced it on him, as always.
some things don't change. tony stark, for all his faults, deems it natural to make two cups of tea without further fuss. he takes his dark and with no sugar. much like his coffee.
old habits, once again.
he nudges a cup in her direction. ]
that's the first sign you're turning into me.
( action. )
[ she shoots back with a mild smile. peggy's hand wraps around the cup, fingers threading through the handle. the sides are hot (almost unbearably so) but she welcomes the sear. it prompts her to breath in and then breath out. it prompts her to pause a moment before she dares to take a sip.
it doesn't go unnoticed, you know. the way he takes his tea. ]
Do share: what's the second sign? So I can be on the lookout for my worsening condition.
( action. )
he takes a practical, ungraceful sip and takes a seat on a chair this time. there are small miracles in the world, as it happens. ]
you start talking to them. that's a thing.
[ it's second nature, for him. ]
( action. )
Fitz put it together for me. [ she explains. only hesitantly -- they both know she doesn't enjoy talking about other people, her connections, a life she's accidentally building for herself. it seems wrong.
it seems selfish. ]
-- He left it outside my door some time ago. Too skittish to knock, I suppose.
( action. )
[ there's nothing behind his voice but amusement and perhaps a bit of good-will. he knows he had wronged fitz before. he may not remember it but he never doubted his capacity to ruin other people's lives. still, the kid is smart. tony can appreciate smart.
he hopes to win him back over one day. ]
give me a break. he just knew that if you said thank you and smiled, it'll make him cry.
[ what. the guy's a fan. all shield agents are. ]
( action. )
[ she falls easily into her role as the chiding aunt, reminding him when he starts to colour outside the lines. it's a role she'd spent a long time deflecting -- almost resenting -- but in the end it's not so bad. and, as she'd said to jane on the rooftop, it has turned into something comforting. ]
Skittish, yes. [ her own word after all. ] But he's actually a rather solid operative. From what I can tell.
[ praise she won't easily give the fellow himself, but which she now hints at in someone else's company. it's not the sort of thing she ordinarily says. and maybe she does only because she can hear that good will lurking behind tony's words. ]
( action. )
[ and that's praise that's rare, as well and one that tony has given fitz before. only because it's fact. only because he misses people who can play the guessing and theorizing game with him.
god, he misses banner something fierce. ]
his mirror threatened to kill me, you know. he's not the biggest drama queen I've ever met but he ranks somewhere in the top five.
( action. )
that's the tricky thing about finding family. she can't treat every conversation with tony like it's a professional interview. there's his heart to consider. yes, indeed, she's fairly certain he has one. ] Charming bastard, wasn't he.
[ a hum. she drinks again. ]
But now the question has been raised. Who's cinched the top spot?
[ oh, she's got guesses. ]
( action. )
[ and that's a good thing. honestly speaking, tony wished he hadn't met loki and the sheer destruction be brought to earth as a result of a whim. ]
Picture a demi-god with an army of aliens and a massive inferiority complex who can't wait to get rid of earth because that's his brother's favorite planet.
( action. )
it's all greek to her. except she does understand exactly how 'a massive inferiority complex' and 'an army of aliens' could cause all sorts of trouble.
or she likes to think she understands. ]
Sibling rivalry. [ a beat. ] But ratcheted up to its highest setting.
( action. )
[ but still the best solution. tony never wanted loki to stay on earth. ]
so he wears a cape, yeah? and these horns whenever he really feels like he wants to make an entrance and then there's all that medieval talk - thou shalt suffer my wrath and all of that. guy's a piece of work.
( action. )
I'm familiar with Asgardian fashion. Albeit not the horns, although it sounds as though that might be more of his particular dramatic hang-up rather than a whole civilization's.
[ peggy sets her tea cup aside and, crossing over to her dresser, she rummages around in the bottom drawer until she pulls out a cape. it's red, it's too tall to be hers, and it bears a few asgardian flourishes. ]
I acquired this during an event. [ a pause. ] Before you arrived.
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[ that's seriously unfair. ]
and you didn't wear horns.
[ oh, the disappointment. ]
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[ she drapes the cloak over the back of a chair. ]
Since the event was from our home universe, I forgot something because of it. I've been trying to pin down the word ever since but...well, that's the trouble with something you've forgotten.
[ a little unhappy shrug. ]
( action. )
[ it's a reasonable idea and at same time, it's not reasonable at all. tony knows there's absolutely no way to write down all his memories - the terms, the people, the knowledge.
but he tries, still. it's an uphill climb if there ever was one. ]
I mean, they'll probably take away the one thing you forgot to write down but still.
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