Very well. [ she watches his smirk and opts to counter it with a ludicrous claim that is (in the end) absolutely true. ] If you must know, we -- we talk about baseball. Cookie bloody Lavagetto. [ or whoever the devil that is. ]
So you can go ahead and stop grinning like an idiot. [ ... ] Please.
[ peggy doesn't quite roll her eyes -- but she comes awful close. a suggestion that in the end jim barnes might be the one let mercifully off the hook. heaven help them both should her resolve ever weaken and she finds herself dishing details to one captain jim barnes. peggy doesn't care to gossip about her relationship(s); however, she experiences the sneaking suspicion that jim's easy friendship will some day capture her unawares and she'll reveal a piece of her heart otherwise relegated to shady guesses and assumptions.
peggy carter doesn't need to tell jim barnes whose hand she wants to hold. he knows it already -- otherwise he'd never have asked. and for that he gets guff. ]
When we're done today, you can run back and tell him I didn't break under your interrogation. [ sly -- she wants the last word before they step inside the room. ]
[ she raises her shooting arm -- it makes a straight, well-trained line. peggy cocks her thumb and first two fingers into the shape of a gun. even if she had her planet-sourced revolver with her, she wouldn't have raised it without the intention to shoot. no, this is purely hypothetical.
she tracks her finger gun across the room's length. eyeing its landscape -- getting a feel for the place. when peggy swings around, she aims her (harmless) pretend pistol at jim. after a heartbeat, she lifts the imaginary barrel and smiles. ]
It ought to suffice. Good, long distance. We'll never get the proper yardage for rifles but -- that was always a bit of a pipe dream, given the circumstances.
[ It's not his instinct to be solid in a room anymore — Jim usually skirts the edges. This time, he's dead centre, in her line of fire. There's not many people he'd be well-defined for, still, but not the stillness of an ambush predator about to strike. Peggy Carter has long since earned a place in those ranks. ]
Then, it's settled. I'll just put a note on the door so no one else takes it.
[ That said and done, he bows flamboyantly towards the door. ]
[ she laughs. and (lately) her laughter has been fuller and more sincere. there are a dozen concerns and quarrels underpinning her slow reintegration into their lives, and steve's into hers, but peggy has decided to focus first and foremost on the delight it brings. the darker questions can be asked when they had more than metal walls to hold them in. planetside, perhaps, whenever next the option arose. ]
To lunch. [ she huffs. and rolls her eyes over his extravagance. ] You go on ahead. I've got a quick call to make and then I'll be on your heels.
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So you can go ahead and stop grinning like an idiot. [ ... ] Please.
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All right, all right, know you're gettin' off easy.
[ This corridor is narrower, but there's a room he has a good feeling about, and opens the door for her. ]
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peggy carter doesn't need to tell jim barnes whose hand she wants to hold. he knows it already -- otherwise he'd never have asked. and for that he gets guff. ]
When we're done today, you can run back and tell him I didn't break under your interrogation. [ sly -- she wants the last word before they step inside the room. ]
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[ who has two thumbs and isn't about to let her have the last word? this guy!! ]
— Hm. No windows, nice space, what do you think?
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[ she raises her shooting arm -- it makes a straight, well-trained line. peggy cocks her thumb and first two fingers into the shape of a gun. even if she had her planet-sourced revolver with her, she wouldn't have raised it without the intention to shoot. no, this is purely hypothetical.
she tracks her finger gun across the room's length. eyeing its landscape -- getting a feel for the place. when peggy swings around, she aims her (harmless) pretend pistol at jim. after a heartbeat, she lifts the imaginary barrel and smiles. ]
It ought to suffice. Good, long distance. We'll never get the proper yardage for rifles but -- that was always a bit of a pipe dream, given the circumstances.
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Then, it's settled. I'll just put a note on the door so no one else takes it.
[ That said and done, he bows flamboyantly towards the door. ]
To lunch?
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To lunch. [ she huffs. and rolls her eyes over his extravagance. ] You go on ahead. I've got a quick call to make and then I'll be on your heels.
[ time to call agent romanoff. ]