I can't say I relate, [ Peggy smiles, unearthing some kind of foil packet of a meal that's closer to an MRE than a K-ration. She's done the survival training on Thesa so she's not unfamiliar but she squints at the label all the same: some sort of pasta dish, which she hands off to Daisy. ] But that may be a generational matter.
[ She's been awake a year and encountered people from all across the timeline, most of all Tony Stark, which quickly taught her how to take β and throw β barbs about her age without them being barbs. Eggsy calls her "retro." She's accustomed. She hunts for another meal for herself (stew, it seems) and strips off her glove with her teeth to wrestle her device out of her pocket to fire off a few messages to Steve and other acquaintances, just to check in. ]
This feels familiar, though, [ she says around the fingertip of fabric caught between her teeth. She means her training with the SOE. She means the war. ] Not enough to be a comfort, but enough to know it's survivable if we keep our wits about us.
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[ She's been awake a year and encountered people from all across the timeline, most of all Tony Stark, which quickly taught her how to take β and throw β barbs about her age without them being barbs. Eggsy calls her "retro." She's accustomed. She hunts for another meal for herself (stew, it seems) and strips off her glove with her teeth to wrestle her device out of her pocket to fire off a few messages to Steve and other acquaintances, just to check in. ]
This feels familiar, though, [ she says around the fingertip of fabric caught between her teeth. She means her training with the SOE. She means the war. ] Not enough to be a comfort, but enough to know it's survivable if we keep our wits about us.