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[mucked]

PEGGY CARTER | MCU | DRIFT FLEET ( action ) or ( text ) or ( video )

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[mucked]

I've had time enough to settle. [ her voice is iron. she knows how it sounds -- like giving in, and giving up. but it's not so simple as all that. ] And more than enough credits to look after myself.

[ from inside the locker, she produces a bottle of something amber-coloured. and two glasses. ]

[speedboat]

I'm not surprised in the least. [ he offers her a fond smile, though it falls apart a little behind his eyes. ]

[mucked]

You'll get there. [ she pours him a glass and holds it out on offer. ] Won't take you long -- an enterprising man such as yourself.

[speedboat]

[ there's gratitude in his eyes, for the drink and for the words. he takes it and downs half the glass before speaking again, eyes lidding a little from the sensation. ] Oh yeah, this is hitting the spot.

[mucked]

[ peggy nearly smiles. ]

It does the job. As does nearly all else found within the fleet. We're well looked after, in one sense or another.

[speedboat]

[ he nods slowly, wondering what peggy really means by that. it can't be easy for her, being filmed all the time. ] Except when they freeze our accounts -- is that about the size of it?

[mucked]

Precisely. Yet they still feed us. Clothe us, albeit badly. Let us talk freely with one another -- if not confidentially. Hooks and strings with every gift, my friend.

[speedboat]

[ howard nods again, a little stiltedly this time. downs the rest of his potion. ] You know I never have a problem speaking freely, Carter. [ esp not with her ]

[mucked]

And so perhaps you ought to develop one. Quickly.

[ they can't say just anything with so many ears possibly listening it. ]

[speedboat]

...I can't make any promises. [ but he can try. he shakes his glass sadly. empty :( ]

[mucked]

This isn't some tabloid hack listening in, Howard. This is some malevolent organization. We can't let them know too much.

[ at this point, she just passes him the bottle. ]

[speedboat]

[ oh thank god. he takes the bottle, topping his glass up to nearly overflowing and sipping off the rim. ] Is this something I need a cheat sheet for?

[mucked]

Let's hope it doesn't come to that. [ ... ] Discretion, Howard. That's all I ask.

[speedboat]

Discretion. [ he repeats it like it's the first time he's heard the word. ] Whatever you say, Peg.

[ to anyone else it might be dismissive. to peggy it means he'll defer to her until he gathers enough intel for himself. ]