9913/Sunday Brunch

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Sunday Brunch
Date of Scene: 30 January 2022
Location: Carter-Sousa Home - Long Island
Synopsis: A breakfast discussion turns from helping with brain washing to going to war. You know, another regular meal at the Carter-Sousa household.
Cast of Characters: Daniel Sousa, Melinda May, Peggy Carter




Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel doesn't bother to try and rouse the stone object that looks like his wife laying bed beside him when he gets up, it's Sunday and Peggy would be up when she was up. Pulling on his robe over his PJ's he makes his way to the kitchen putting on the coffee and putting a kettle on the stove for tea before he starts contemplating what to cook for breakfast, looking bleary eyed into the fridge as if the food itself would spit out some ideas. He settles on pancakes and bacon, and starts to work mixing batter while bacon crackles and spits in the pan.

Melinda May has posed:
In her usual fashion, May was up with the birds. Slightly later birds, in deference to the weekend, but still. Sunrise, at least. So... before either of the others. She went through her usual routine -- tai chi, in the basement rather than out in the yard (cold!), a run, and then a shower. A quiet cup of green tea and the morning news set to low volume in the rec room downstairs.

Thus, it's only when she senses alertness above, and eventually smells that bacon, that she turns off the tv and makes her way up the stairs, mug in hand, to greet Daniel. And to refill the kettle for more tea.

"Morning," she says to the man in the kitchen. "Smells good."

Peggy Carter has posed:
It's going to take Peggy time to get out of bed. The weekends are the only time she lets herself indulge in sleeping in, though it's not near so bad as the first few months of her pregnancy when the nausea made crawling out of bed before noon near impossible. It's only well after Daniel's been gone that she rolls over to find him missing. A little groan of protest at the thought of getting out of the sheets escapes her lips but, eventually, the sounds of her moving in the bedroom can be heard. She'll probably be shuffling out shortly.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Pausing his stirring of batter, he looks over, "Morning," he says. "Pancakes and bacon this morning," he explains perhaps a little needlessly, at least the bacon part is obvious. "Good run this morning?" he asks. He's normally up for runs too but it's Sunday and he's giving himself a break. At the sound of stirring from the bedroom, Daniel smiles. "And she's awake before noon, it's a miracle."

Melinda May has posed:
Melinda chuckles at Daniel's observation. "I didn't honestly think Peggy Carter had it in her to be lazy," she replies, running the water to fill the kettle. She sets it on an empty burner on the stove and pulls down a couple of extra mugs to add to the one she's brought up from below. He'll have to prep his own coffee though.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Finally, bleary eyed and only having put a brush through her hair enough to make it look half settled, though her normal curls aren't anywhere near in place. She's got on a pair of Daniel's flannel pajama pants under a fuzzy robe wrapped across her softer frame. She's started to abandon most of her closer fitting pajamas nowadays. "...Mm. I'm not *lazy*. It's the weekend. We are permitted days off!" Peggy's voice still even has the huskiness of sleep to it. She really did just roll out of bed.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"It's a closely guarded secret," Daniel assures May with a smile just as Peggy enters. "Morning Peg," he greets coming over to give Peggy a kiss before heading back to the stove to get the kettle off the burner and check the bacon. "Breakfast will still be a bit, but you should be good to make your morning tea."

Melinda May has posed:
"Morning," Melinda greets Peggy. She steps back as the couple greets one another, a small smile playing at her lips as she absorbs their emotions. It's nice not to be bombarded with strong feelings of guilt from her friend. The everpresent background hum she can ignore. It's that domestic contentment she needs, right now.

She moves to prep the tea. Her coordination far superior to Peggy's, right now, by dint of having been up for the last several hours... as opposed to minutes. "Sit," she tells her. "I know what to do with this."

Peggy Carter has posed:
A bleary smile is given to May as Peggy shuffles into the room and she leans over to happily return the kiss to Daniel before pausing, making her way to the other woman, and leaning in for a brief hug. "Fine. But a proper good morning first." She mutters in the hug before releasing May to let the woman handle the tea. She's still sleep warm and soft this morning, compared to May's hardened nature touched by the cold jog and the morning tai chi.

Her emotions are drowsy, loving, and content, even as she teasingly grumbles from the chair, "I do not understand this ridiculous obsession with getting up with the crack of dawn *even on the weekends*. Unions and labor activists fought quite hard to earn us the right to *bloody well SLEEP IN* two days a week! This is our history!" Peggy teasingly huffs. She's perhaps slightly embarrassed about clearly being the slowest riser in the house.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Chuckling Daniel heads back to working on breakfast. "I blame the army and the Catholic Church," he replies about waking early on Sunday. "But at least you get breakfast out of it," he tells Peggy as he ladles batter onto the hot pan he put out for the pancakes.

Daniel's emotions are calm and focused as he works on breakfast, ever since they got back from their great time adventure, the thread of anxiousness that lived in his head from the time he arrived had vanished, leaving him feeling better for it.

Melinda May has posed:
Melinda simply flashes Peggy a brief grin, pulling on that impish, teasing thread in Peggy's aura as she does. She sets the strainers in the tea mugs and brings them over to the table, where she joins her friend. "See, you're very lucky. There's someone here to make you breakfast. Usually, when I'm home, I have to do my own." Which means tea. Maybe a muffin, bagel, or piece of toast if she's feeling energetic.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"Yes, well, I find most things can be blamed upon the army or the Cathoic Church when it comes down to it." Peggy mutters, like a true English woman, though her grumbling is all good natured, "Though every time we say that, we're losing all those points we gained with your mother by having this baby, you know? She's just up there, scolding us, wondering if we're going to raise a heathen who can't cook." Peggy grins a bit wider. Mornings like this really did make it feel like they were sixty years ago and nothing in life had changed since they first were wed.

She settles back a little deeper into the chair, curling her legs up onto it and hugging her knees into her chest under the robe, to help keep the warmth in. She smiles back to May, resting her chin on her folded arms at the top of her knees. She should enjoy being able to still do this while she can. "Yes, well now you are here. And even after all this mess is cleared up, you know you are always welcome here. Or...whatever we find up north. We really do need to move closer. We keep talking about it. A house in Westchester or maybe even Salem... Keep this place for the weekends."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"You're welcome anywhere we're living Melinda," Daniel says chiming in on Peggy's words. "Things are just going to get noiser in about 5 months or so," Daniel adds with a grin.

There's a smile about his mother, "Well, I'll do my best about the cooking part at least, as for being a heathen, well being declared a divine gift by whatever the angels call god will have to do."

He grabs the tongs to pull the bacon out of the pan and set it on a plate covered with paper towel to soak up the excess grease, then flips the pancakes.

"We really should get looking for a place," he says. "Though things have been a bit crazy."

Melinda May has posed:
"Yeah, well, you might want to wait until the market knows whether or not all those people relocated out of Manhattan will be able to go home or not," Melinda advises. "Otherwise, you'll be paying through the nose."

She smiles wryly at the comment about the expectant noise. "How have you decided to handle that," she asks curiously, now. "Balancing a baby with work, I mean." She remembers what happened in the Framework. She doesn't anticipate the same decisions here. But you never know.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"Money is... not entirely a problem. SHIELD's been paying me since it began and I've made certain investments. Not to mention Daniel's pension. I'm certainly not near as comfortable as Howard or Tony but, if we find a place we like, the payments won't be a problem. I'm more concerned about packing and moving when I'm properly big as a house. These three months are the golden time for getting *anything* done." Peggy knows herself with children. Not just from the Framework, but they did do this before, ages ago.

"And yes. Things have been... crazy. And I still intend on going into Manhattan rather more often. Sims is thankful for the back up, and the... confusion that my presense causes the Angels is valuable. So, I suppose, we should wait until things calm down a *touch*." Peggy stares drowsily at her tea cup, almost hopefully. The mornings are normally the only time she lets herself have black tea and she certainly needs it today. May's question gets her attention, though, "Ah, I mean... I think rather how we did it in the 50s. I'll probably take a bit of time off around it all, or at least work from the house, but... we're fairly good at trading off times with the baby and being in the office. Maybe a nanny when the baby is a bit older. But I'm not retiring, I promise that. I'd go insane."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"True," Daniel says about the housing. "And I'm sure this whole business might be the straw that breaks a lot of camels backs when it comes to New York centered disasters, some people may not want to come back."

Finishing and plating the pancakes Daniel wipes his hands with a dish towel before declaring breakfast ready and taking the food to the table. "She's not the only one," he remarks with a smile. "And yeah, we'll figure things out as we go, but I'm sure we can make it work."

Melinda May has posed:
"Oh, I'm sure you can," Melinda says as her plate is placed before her. She adds a word of thanks and reaches for some syrup to pour over the pancakes. "I just wondered, that's all." If they're hiring a nanny, though, she's totally doing the security check on the person. She's totally making *Daisy* do the security check on them. Because between the two of them, if there's any dirt to be found, they'll find it.

She doesn't comment on the Manhattan operations. She's flown quinjets in and out of the hotzone, but she's really not all that thrilled about Peggy going in and out of it. Sure, the Angels may not attack *her*, but there *is* such a thing as *collateral damage*. And that bothers May.

She just knows better than to say it.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"And yes, if there is a nanny, you can certain help do whatever security checks you deem necesssary. I know that an old fashioned 'I have a good feeling about her' doesn't really cut it these days. But, Pezzini has already said she'd be more than interested in helping baby sit. And there's room at the Triskelion for bringing a baby to the office. I... I'm not going to say it will be *easy*, but... we'll manage." Peggy's expression goes a bit more somber at some thought, "I'm going to do it better this time than I managed with Michael. I... I do promise that. And there's two of us again. Even that... well... We'll figure it out." She hopes. She's trying not to let the nerves creep in about just how much life will change, but she knows it will.

Then Daniel's settling food in front of her and she gently unfolds from the way she was tucked in under her robe. She gives a little sound of appreciation from deep in her throat, echoing the faint rumble of her stomach. "This looks...perfect. I feel like I'm starved. I *know* we ate last night, but..." She's eagerly jumping in. It's also a good distraction from thinking about Michael. Whom they hadn't told yet, either.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"Peg and I discussed it, we're both helping out Sims and the others when we can and we're needed," Daniel assures May. "We don't want to push the protection thing too far, but if Peg's got it we need to use it."

"We'll be together this time," Daniel says putting a hand on Peggy's shoulder as he brings his own plate to the table "We'll manage, I don't mind taking point for awhile when they're on to bottle feeding until we find a nanny with high enough clearance."

Taking his own seat he nods, "Turned out alright I think, dig in," he says though clearly Peg's already ahead of him on that score.

Melinda May has posed:
Melinda snirks softly, cutting up her pancakes and beginning to eat. "I just want to get back to work," she grumbles after a while. She needs a safe way to do that, yet. But still. This forced inactivity is killing her. She's seriously considering following up on some of the leads Vostokoff dropped all on her own. Not that she's stupid enough to make any indication of that *at all*.

"Maybe I'll spend some time researching nanny security firms." What? They exist. Just ask the Queen of England and her various children and grandchildren.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Finally reaching for her tea, it's certainly well brewed now, Peggy pulls the strainer out and takes a long, desperately happy sip of her one bit of caffiene for the day. It's near heaven, and it definitely helps with the brief moodiness that comes with thinking about Michael. Though, she takes a moment to catch Daniel's eyes over the rim of her mug, her head tilting a bit to the side in a silent question that is exchanged between them. Whatever she sees back seems to be enough because then she sets her tea down and looks over to May.

"First off, you are welcome to come on any mission into the city with us. You're not meant to be benched, you just shouldn't be going out there solo. And now that Phil is back, there's someone else we KNOW you work well with. So.. don't feel like you're entirely trapped. But, speaking of... doing such research. Well... Daniel and I had a question to ask you." Now that Peggy has her tea, she's up for more of the bigger talks.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"You and Phil both would be a lot of help out there, it's... crazy," he says of the on going battles with the angels. "And I think our people in the middle of it could use some experenced agents with good heads on their shoulders to keep them focused.

Then, catching Peggy's look, Daniel gives the briefest of nods before setting down his fork. Clearly whatever they're plotting it's fairly major. Though he's leaving the question itself to Peggy.

Melinda May has posed:
"I could do with some aggression therapy," Melinda admits. "Do we even know why these things are attacking? I'm kinda over the whole end of the world threat of the week thing." Her tone is dry, and has an edge as the anger she's working so hard to mask sneaks out.

Then, however, they're pinning her with *that look*. And she knows she hasn't given Peggy an answer, yet, to the question of being godmother to the child. She can't in good conscience answer it in the state she is, now. So, a slightly wary look rises in her eyes and she slows her eating.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"I was... well, I was wondering if you thought more about being the baby's god parent. I know, I know, that... Life is... It's complicated. But even with what is happening *right now*, with you and the word, I couldn't imagine someone we would rather be the baby's god parent. So... I just..." Peggy sighs, studying that wary look from Melinda with a bittersweet line to her own lips. She knows she's probably not getting an answer today.

Then it's back to work, as she doesn't want to put FURTHER pressure on, even if there is still hope in her tired dark eyes. "A... test of some sort. Of all of humanity, supposedly. I mean, the why they are doing this? Hubris is the true answer. Pride and foolishness. But they say it is a test. I won't say we are winning but, considering the odds, we are more effective than we had any right to be. Our people out there are good, but... more back up would be better. And using a flame thrower is surprisingly good aggression therpay AND effective against them." Peggy grins.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Nodding in support of Peggy, Daniel says, "We really can't think of anyone we want more," he tells her meeting her eyes with his own.

Then like Peggy he moves on to work. "She's not wrong about the flame throwers," he says. "And yeah, test is about all we've got on it, not sure what sort of test or what we're supposed to do." He shrugs. "They're not shy about killing us so, figure it's only fair we try to kill them back."

Melinda May has posed:
Melinda lays her fork down, trying not to feel the disappointment in Peggy's aura. "I can't do it until this is resolved." She taps the side of her temple. Her jaw works briefly and she reaches for her tea to try to keep herself focus. Her eyes slide away.

"I'm angry, Peggy. More than I've ever been before. I can't break out of it." Yes, she's been masking really, really well. "I just can't say yes to anything like that right now. I want to. But I can't." And she won't.

Peggy Carter has posed:
It's not exactly disappointment, but mainly sadness from Peggy as she hears those words. Sympathy, worry, and sadness. She loves May, that much is clear, and to hear her best friend still torturing herself like this? So angry and so lost in it? That's enough to make something deep in Peggy ache even if she wasn't riding the hormones she is these days. "Fine... we won't push, but... We both want you. Angry or not. You are *you* and you're a part of our family." Peggy affirms gently.

She then sets down her fork and reaches fingertips over to momentarily squeeze against the side of May's arm. With that contact, the care that Peggy feels, the warmth of the morning, the absolute trust she has in May, it all comes through more intensely if just for a moment.

"But... yes. Next fight we can all make, join us. It'll give you somewhere to put that anger, at least."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Understanding radiates from Daniel along with concern. "Like Peg said, we won't push, but thank you for considering it Melinda," he tells her with his usual earnestness. "And definitely come along with us to the city if you feel up to it, we could use your help."

Melinda May has posed:
She nods to them. "Phil has the trigger," she says. It sounds like a nonsequitur, maybe, but the leap can be made. This situation. Her entrapment. "He got it out of Vostokoff." That's news, she expects. "He's given it to Fitz to try to make a filter."

She doesn't tell them about their other idea. Not yet.

Peggy Carter has posed:
That news is encouraging, Peggy trying to focus on the few good things they have in the whole situation. "Oh. That's...good. I mean, it would be awful, but we could have some hearing aids engineered to... yes. Fitz is probably on it already. Then you wouldn't be stuck with us quite so closely, until we can replicate the antidote."

Then her eyes narrow a bit more. She knows Melinda May well enough to realize that something else is being held back. She takes a bite of her food, waiting to see if the woman will come out with it, but when she doesn't, Peggy prompts quietly, "...there's something else on your mind?"

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"Good," Daniel agrees. "If anyone who can whip something up to block the trigger it's Fitz," he says hand going to his leg instinctively. The man was a miracle worker as far as the agent from the past was concerned. "Until he's got something for you, might want a pair of the earphones we use in the city, have the option to block out anything but comms if you need to."

Daniel misses that Melinda is holding back so when Peg presses he just falls silent tending to his pancakes and listens.

Melinda May has posed:
Melinda pushes some bacon through her syrup. There's that tension around her eyes, indicative of the pressure building in her head. She's skating terribly close to her geas. "What if we used it... to try to fix... this." Use the words to undo what was done.

She just doesn't know if it will work. Or if it will leave her freewill intact if it does. It could make things worse.

Peggy Carter has posed:
THat makes Peggy blink. She looks from May to Daniel, always trusting him to point out the flaws in plans when she gets big ideas in her head. "Ahh... that... Oh hell, I don't know. It feels like it *shouldn't* work. Maybe if we talk to Bucky? He might have an idea... But his triggers were given to him in a... far different method." Her eyes keep with Daniel's, slightly narrowing, trying to get him to help talk her mind through how they can make this work. "Melinda can't really... talk about the issue, Daniel, so we need to talk through this. Or talk to the prisoner about how it'd work."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel frowns, his mind turning over what he knew about things before speaking. "I'm no expert but sounds like getting as much info as possible before we do *anything* we should definitely talk to Bucky, talk to the prisoner and talk to Simmons. We're playing with stuff we don't fully understand so I think we need to get as close as we can to reading the manual before we start pushing buttons," Daniel says before his eyes shift from them both to just May. "It needs to be a priority, undoing this stuff but we need to do it right, seems to me like the sort of thing we don't get second chances on."

Melinda May has posed:
May simply nods in response. She returns to her breakfast, not saying anything for a few minutes. She draws on the emotions in Peggy's touch, trying to use them to settle her. But her emotions are still a roil within her and the best she can do is mask. Always, always mask.

She just wants this done.

But she appears calm, almost content. "It's a plan," she says finally, once she can trust herself to speak. It will have to do.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"I'm going to talk to Fury. While all this is happening... We need Phil closer to home more often. I know he's one of our best, but... I trust him like few others and you shouldn't feel trapped in this house. You're not our *prisoner*, you're our friend." Peggy affirms to May. Though the woman is doing her best to mask, those emotions are strong enough that even Peggy can feel the edges of them. Restless, angry, helpless. It's not a fun mix.

"Daniel's right, though. We do have to be careful. And it *is* a plan." She gives them both a bit more of a smile, trying to consider what would be a better change of subject. Something to make them all relax a bit.

"I'm...going to need to talk to Janet or someone in tech about getting some different tactical wear myself soon. Getting tired of fighting with zippers. But the nano mesh camo suits that Daniel and I wore out for the first excursion we did were quite effective. We should start putting those into regular rotation."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel is more than happy to shift subjects. "Yeah, those things are pretty great, I would have given my left leg to have them during the war," how better to distract that a gallows humour dad joke. "But seriously, we definitely need to bring them out more." As for the tactical gear See? Just wait and we'll have a line of maternity tactical wear for any occasion..." a beat. "Actually we might want to let Janet loose on some tactical gear ideas, maybe even the nanomesh camo stuff, see what she can come up with for ways for it to be worked into things that look like civvies."

Melinda May has posed:
Melinda hasn't met Janet. Nor seen these new suits. "I have futuristic body armor and a pair of lightsabers. Will that work?" Phil told her to stay put, not to rush back into the field. Phil is a smart man. Melinda doesn't always listen to Phil. Trust him, yes. With her life and more. But she doesn't always listen.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"I...am not certain about the light sabers, honestly. We know flame and explosive grenades have been rather effective against them. How many grenades did you go through in that fight, Daniel? I know I went through the entire tank on the flame thrower, but it meant we were able to take them down. We can get you those as back ups, at least, though it's a little bulky to carry if it's not your primary weapon." Peggy's got that gleam in her eyes, the one that comes with a good fight that did feel exhilerating at the time. Phil might have told Melinda to stay back, but it's clear that Peg is more than happy to get the woman out into the field.

"As for body armor, the futuristic stuff works fine. We originally thought we were just going in on a stealth mission, hence the stealth suits. I'd rather us all in the highest level body armor possible. I just have to... keep fitting into it." She grumbles. "I... did not remember things getting *tight* this early on last time. I'm supposed to have a few more months." Like hormones will listen to her displeasure.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"Same," Daniel says about the lightsabers before answering about the grenades."All five, including the one I used to blow up my flamethrower," he looks to May. "Took one out with that combo, I should talk to Fitz about making something that has the same effect in a single and smaller package."

As for Peggy fitting into things, Daniel wisely choose to sip his coffee rather than walk into that minefield.

Melinda May has posed:
"Technically," May shrugs, "They're plasma blades." As in superhot fire constrained by electromagnetic fields... as opposed to a photonic blade like Whitman carries. "I used them to start fires when I was in Hell. Though, if that doesn't work, there are those plasma blades from the Sandbox I used to fight the Ice Skeletons in the Bronx." Has anyone here actually realized just how much weird WAND shit May has actually faced? Almost makes one think they should promote Daniel to Commander of STRIKE and tranfer May over to WAND. However, she wouldn't thank anyone for that. It would probably lead to a very large row. "I know the Sandbox blade was fire."

Regardless, it's fairly evident that the idea of a fight appeals to her. Angels or no. She'd volunteer to go after HYDRA or even the Cabal, but Phil was probably right about that one. She can get into a lot less trouble fighting divinities than fighting people who might hold her trigger words, right now.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Seeing her husband practically hiding behind his coffee cup at the last of her words, Peggy arches both brows in amusement, "I know that look." She states flatly to him, but it's teasing. She won't walk him into the trap, even if he's likely right that it was exactly like this last time. And in all the Framework memories. She returns to sipping her own tea instead, and May's possible weapons.

"Goodness, Melinda, considering all the... strange things you get into, we could borrow each piece from you one at a time and you'd be a one woman R&D department. I suspect, of those suggestions, the Sandbox blade would be the most effective. But then it means you'd have to get *close* to the things. I want you in the field, yes, but... I don't want your anger tempting you to make dangerous decisions. These things are...incredibly powerful and fast. Staying as far as possible is the best strategy." Hence grenades. Not that Peggy is ne to speak on making possibly dangerous decisions. "Truly...they nearly killed Daniel and I... well... we'll just say I am quite lucky for the protection they've decided to offer me." Or she'd be dead. She knows it.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Just smiles behind his cup at the reprieve, they both know the truth he's just glad not to be the one who has to say it out loud.

As for the blades, he nods. "The sandbox one might work, though from what I understood of what you said about the lightsabers they *should* work too, but I'm learning that with magic the logic can be wonky, like weakness to fire could be more about what fire represents than 'quick moving particles generating friction' so if you bring the sabers my advice would be to have some actual fire as backup. Like Peggy said, these things don't fool around or give you second chances."

Melinda May has posed:
Melinda smirks now, though it's a dark expression. "I also have a futuristic sniper rifle that shoots variable calibre, exchangeable projectiles. Do you know if we have any napalm rounds?" It's not that she's in a hurry to die. She just needs somewhere to channel her energies. Not somewhere safe. Just... somewhere.

All these things they're talking about developing to make her safe take time. She's not sure she can sit still that long.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"So, that's another thing to put on the list for Fitz -- napalm rounds. If we don't have it, we'll make it. There is no reason to play gentle with these bastards." There is a darkness in Peggy's eyes that neither of them have really seen from her before. It's reserved for war, and she didn't know Daniel until after the war. It's what came out when she lit the Virtues on fire after they gave her protection. She is a woman who knows war and knows no mercy while at war.

"I know... going in is dangerous. Even if I'm supposedly protected, there are other dangers. For *all* of us. I'm not going to stop any of us from going in any time we have a chance, but I do trust *both* of you to not take unnecessary risks, alright? We know what is effective. We know how to be as safe as possible when fighting these things. That's what we do. We don't win wars by letting our emotions get in the way, no matter how frustrated we are. Understood?"

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel grins at the mention of the rifle. "That thing with napalm rounds might just do the trick, range plus fire. We should put the rounds on the top of Fitz's long list."

Daniel doesn't shy away from Peggy and her ruthlessness. As to the rest, he says, "Understood, we'll go when we're needed and not because we're itching to do something with ourselves."

Melinda May has posed:
Peggy's ruthlessness only feeds the anger and need to fight rooted deep within Melinda. And the other emotions around the table aren't able to offset it as well as she'd like. She nods simply Peggy's orders, realizing as she does that Manhattan is an impractical battleground, right now. She needs to get up close and personal. Bloodied fists, up close and personal.

If she was sure she could control it, she'd take the berserker staff into battle. It gives her enhanced strength and speed. But it would also likely get her killed, right now. She knows it. She's trying not to let it spill.

Pushing her plate away, she gives them a tight smile. "I need to go downstairs for a while," she tells them. The punching bag is down there. "Breakfast was great, Daniel. Thanks."

Peggy Carter has posed:
Watching Melinda for a long few heartbeats, Peggy can practically see that frustrating crepeing in around the edges. She nods in understanding, "I'm glad you stayed for breakfast, at least. It suspect Daniel likes having more people to cook for than just me. We should invite Phil next Sunday." Peg smiles, trying to give May whatever calming vibes she can. The discussion of war is set aside now. They didn't need that over breakfast.

Then she's looking back to Daniel, her expression turning a bit wry. "I could drag you back to sleep, you know... It is a Sunday. *Someone* here was making me promise to take days off. Or... we could just clean up and get to work files and more packing..."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"No problem, glad you liked it," Daniel says to May before she slips off to punch things in the basement. He finished the last couple of bites of breakfast before Peggy asks her question of him and he too finds a wry smile on his lips as well as he answers "Well when you put it that way, I suppose we could treat ourselves to a *little* more sleep..."