Peggy couldn't help but grin when Howard lightly commented about taking on dangerous, unauthorized missions. She did her level best to be an exemplary officer for the SSR, and though it hadn't technically been an official mission, it was absolutely a worthy cause. She would catch some flack from her supervising officer, no doubt, but flack wasn't enough to stop her from doing what was right.
She regarded Howard with amusement as an unfocused, dopey look came across his face. It was the sort of look one typically associated with men looking at freshly baked pastries. Or women. And here was Howard, lusting after world peace. She wouldn't have been surprised if he started drooling. "And how do you plan to save the goddamn world, Stark?"