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Peggy Carter (margaretc) wrote,

Peggy struggled to stifle a groan and the urge to pin Howard's sleeve to the table top with her fondue fork. It was touch and go war inside her head for a few seconds, but her posture remained still. Though still wasn't exactly the word for it. Coiled with suppressed, simmering energy as she allowed him to tick through all of his points. A long silence fell after he finished speaking and she set down her fondue fork, then picked up her glass of water and took a sip of it. "Is it my professionalism as an agent, or my capability as a woman to perform my duties that you're questioning, Howard? Have you had this discussion with Captain Rogers?"

She leaned back in her seat, though it did nothing to loosen the coiled spring of energy that held her together. It was a touchy subject, on more than one level. Field agent training was difficult enough, but when you had to hurdle your way through 'just a dame in a skirt' labels every step of the way, well. It had to be something you really believed in to go the distance. "I'm here to help stop HYDRA. Everything else is irrelevant." Perhaps things were complicated, but was there anything about the past several months that wasn't? Complications could wait. They had bigger fish to fry. "I'd have done the same for anyone in that situation." That was what you did as an agent: throw yourself towards danger and divert it. Had she been worried about Steve? Of course. Would she have done anything differently had it been someone else strapped into Howard's mystery machine? No. Maybe she wouldn't have shouted down from the viewing galley, but the end result would have been the same. Head shot to one of the HYDRA operatives that had infiltrated the operation.

There was probably more that she could say. Like the fact that she was reasonably certain that Steve had thought 'fondue' was some kind of exotic sexual maneuver. He was utterly clueless, which she was beginning to suspect was a trait all men shared. "Does that cover it?"