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Peggy Carter (margaretc) wrote,

Well. That had hardly been the topic she'd expected him to broach. Incorrigible to the core. She pursed her lips as she surveyed Howard for a moment. "He's an exemplary soldier and a genuinely good man to boot. We're lucky to have him on our side." It was true: Steve Rogers had a knack for strategy and leadership that it took others a lifetime to learn. Coupled with the sort of selflessness and bravery that allowed someone to blindly fling themselves on top of what they believed was a live grenade. You could turn the tides of a war with an influence like that in the currents.

She was well aware of what her response sounded like: a carefully penned and practiced line. But it was true enough, in its own way. They were entrenched in a war that had them chasing down rogue nazi scientists that experimented on unwilling prisoners for fun. Preserving freedom and rescuing the people that had been harmed by HYDRA were the top priority. Everything else would wait. "How are the designs coming along?" she queried as she carefully used the two tined fork to dip a chunk of bread into the pot of molten cheese. Granted, she wasn't entirely sure what designs she was asking after, but it didn't matter. It was Howard. He had designs for something.