[ She doesn't take her attention off him, although the reflex does remain of wanting to draw his hand in for a closer look, even if it wouldn't do any good bandaged up as it is. But at least it's resting on her waist and not being taxed any further than that; but at the back of her mind, she wonders when Cree will next contact them to jump back into the field.
Peggy's smile softens and she offers him a gentle shrug of her shoulders. ]
The same, if not better. [ More or less. Her voice lowers reflexively; her part in the rescue is no secret, but two guests present were captives at the Institute. ] Then again, I only fired off two shots. Some of us were a touch more stubborn and kept going.
[ It's not a reprimand, not by half. She understands why he did it. But even standing here, swaying in her living room, she can still remember the way her stomach dropped when she saw him afterwards. She doesn't have to tell him how much he worried her, she's sure he's heard enough of it from others. ]
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Peggy's smile softens and she offers him a gentle shrug of her shoulders. ]
The same, if not better. [ More or less. Her voice lowers reflexively; her part in the rescue is no secret, but two guests present were captives at the Institute. ] Then again, I only fired off two shots. Some of us were a touch more stubborn and kept going.
[ It's not a reprimand, not by half. She understands why he did it. But even standing here, swaying in her living room, she can still remember the way her stomach dropped when she saw him afterwards. She doesn't have to tell him how much he worried her, she's sure he's heard enough of it from others. ]