[ 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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action.
[ 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?
action.
[ 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.
action.
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?
action.
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. ]