The Captain Is In

Is everything alright?  

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I dunno how you did it, but I almost feel bad about this now.

It's called having a conscience.  And it happens to the best of us.  Keep trying and it may make a full fledged appearance sometime.

There hasn’t been an awful lot to do around SHIELD headquarters since Peggy arrived. For all that they were dealing with worldly catastrophes on a daily basis, they seemed to have very little use for a former-founder who’d mysteriously dropped out of time. Aside from a little testing for gamma radiation (inconclusive), the only thing she’d had to do lately was acclimate to the intense differences between her time and this one. She hadn’t done a particularly great job of it, especially given that any time she wanted to leave the base on her own she had to take an escort out with her. It wasn’t exactly the sort of freedom Americans always advertised, but she’d adjusted to it in her usual stern way. She’d gotten the okay to take a night out with Howard, though; she’d chosen to ignore the raised eyebrows of her supervisor. There was apparently some lore within SHIELD about the pair of them, though she hadn’t asked about that either. She’d only seen the pictures: dim black and white photos of a life she hadn’t lived, of people she hadn’t met or allied with. The only face she truly knew was Howard’s, always grinning his obnoxious grin, always standing closer to her than the others. They’d created something together, apparently. This organization had been the result of their collaborative efforts, and for whatever reason… that unnerved her. Steve’s distance hadn’t helped much, either. He’d call, of course, whenever he was going to be out of reach, but sometimes his voice on the end of the line did nothing more than remind her of how she lost him. She swallowed those feelings down, though, reckoning they had no use but to make her feel worse. She was out of her depth everywhere she went, and the constant reminders of the life she was missing hadn’t done much to put her at ease. So she’d taken Howard up on his offer, even if it meant openly discussing things that a lady of her caliber would more often shuffle under the rug. She opened the door to his knock, looking very much herself now she’d gotten more comfortable with modern clothing. She hadn’t dressed up nearly as much as he had, though when she opened the door her eyes feel immediately to the roses. She looked back up at him, lifting an eyebrow, but didn’t directly comment. She pursed her lips— which had, of course, been painted their signature red. “Stark. I hope all that effort wasn’t just for me.” She was smiling.

The smoke coming from his head XD

We’ll need that in a higher resolution for the aerial banners.

Tony, no.

There are edible sweets here made to be like string, and, according to Clint Barton, my assumptions are correct.

Tony, no.

There are edible sweets here made to be like string, and, according to Clint Barton, my assumptions are correct.