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Peggy Carter (margaretc) wrote,

Howard had an incredible talent for instilling a deep well of annoyance in her even when she was otherwise occupied. 'Keep smiling, Maggie!' Men. Honestly. He was incorrigible. She rolled her eyes as she listened to him rustle around behind her, and after a few moments, the plane's engine quieted. From angry and asthmatic to - well, perhaps slumbering asthmatic. But still an improvement, all things considered. When he joined her in the cockpit, she cast him an amused look with a quirked eyebrow. "You've worked up quite a sweat for a piece of cake." She paused for a beat and a slight grin curled the corners of her lips. "Good work, Stark."

From there, it was a comparatively simple task of landing the plane at the air field and consigning it to the hands of the SSR mechanics. They had fondue to eat - a promise was a promise, after all - and she had a behind-enemy-lines mission to occupy her mind. There were the requisite reports to deliver, but as it hadn't technically been a sanctioned mission, the reports could probably stand to be delayed.

Once ensconced in the restaurant, Peggy found that she couldn't quite shift her gears into a lower drive. Perhaps it was the hour, or the lingering adrenaline. Most likely it was the silent 'come pick us up' signal slipped into the pocket of the uniform she still had on. She realized suddenly that she had been completely ignoring Howard and jerked her attention back to the table. "My apologies. It's been a hell of a night."