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Peggy Carter (margaretc) wrote,

Peggy was not about to admit that Howard might have a point there. Instead she glanced away and lifted her napkin to dab it at the corner of her lips, then refolded it to set back down in her lap. She looked back up to meet his eyes and cleared her throat. "Don't forget that he loves his country. That comes first." She picked up her fork as well once he'd speared another piece of bread and occupied herself for a moment with raveling an obscene amount of cheese around the bread she'd picked.

"I'm always careful," she responded, and a grin curved her lips again for a moment. That was not strictly true. She did tend to go haring off into danger with her gun drawn. Or when she let her fists do the talking. Or, on one memorable occasion, an aerosol can of insecticide, a lighter, and her nylons. But she was careful when it counted. And there had never been a moment when it counted more. There were more important things happening in the world than these particular 'what if's.'

It felt as if the silence was on the verge of becoming uncomfortable. She got along well with Howard, but they didn't typically delve into such serious, personal topics. She couldn't remember the last time he called her Peggy. All red flags that it was a perfect time to change the topic. "So, is it just that you don't have any designs in the works?"