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Peggy Carter	Part of Peggy's physical therapy is the simple assignment of *walking*. Of course, she laughed a bit when she first heard. How hard could walking be? She'd run after the most dangerous spies on the planet, taking a walk down the hallway would be laughably easy! Except, when it wasn't. She's trying to push a bit farther each day, which means twenty laps down the medical corridor instead of 15, and the doctors telling her to take it easy just made her more determined. But it's not easy. She's got a sleek black cane in hand, a little dark tripod on the end to help her balance more if or when she needs it. It's better than using the wall. A pair of bland SHIELD logo sweats cover her still rather frail frame, but it was better than a hospital gown. She's washed her hair but not set it, so the dark, slightly curling brown waves are untamed across her shoulders. Most of her bruising has cleared and even those nasty red patches have begun to fade. She looks better, just not fully... Herself. Especially being a touch winded just walking.
Jane Foster	Jane rarely has to bother with applying herself at the gym for hours a day. She's only a field agent and more in the scheme of "active scientist," rather than butt-kicking like heroic members. Jessica has to remain fighting fit to a different degree than she ever does. Snug yoga pants and a comfy, sweat-wicking t-shirt go well with sneakers striped by purple as she roams her way through the mysteries of athletics. Headphones aren't in her ears, but gathered on a ring around her neck. Not that they will reach her ears, whatever music she normally would listen to forgotten after finding the familiar shape of someone usually in photographs. A hoisted hand pushes her bangs back, and she breaks into a smile. "Director Carter? Are you making a run for more tea?" she asks, her greeting ringing with a pale shine of welcome. The building rumbles weakly with thunder outside. "If so, I have it on good authority there's a fantastic shop deeper in Manhattan. Bit of a ways, though."
Peggy Carter	That vaguely familiar voice, a voice she knows she heard in the grasp of sleep and drugs but hasn't had a chance to properly meet when she's felt herself, makes Peggy pause in her laps. She doesn't turn immediately, but takes a chance to catch her breath and put in place the warmest but most purposefully casual smile possible, as if she really was just taking a stroll, "Ah, Dr. Foster, yes? I... don't think I was quite awake as I would have liked the last time we properly met. But yes, just stretching legs. I don't think they'd quite let me go into deep Manhattan yet, but if you can talk them into a jail break, that sounds lovely." Peggy admits with a wry, still somewhat pale lipped smile.
Jane Foster	The voice recalled from the dim annals of memory might match the face encountered with Dane, though Jane's voice is bright, her mien delighted. Drugs have a way of turning people into hallucinations, wisps of dreams and possibility, but the woman is very much in the flesh. "Indeed, but please call me Jane if you prefer. I don't know that titles are required too much when we are on the track. Would you prefer me to call you something else? Ms. Carter? Forgive me, I'm not sure what is considered most appropriate." Her smile teases with sunny splendour. "How heartening it is to see you up on your feet, looking so well. Stretching out your legs is a good thing, though I could possibly slide you a menu of the teas they serve in case you would like some. I hadn't made my way there yet, so no trouble for me to bring back a care package." The chuckle in her throat rises to a warm note. "You are recovering well, I can tell. How are you handling everything?"
Peggy Carter	"Peggy is... fine. More than fine. I don't even know what titles would be proper for me any longer. And considering the ordeal that all was and what you all... Donated..." Yes, someone has told her and, while it was a shock, the older woman seems to have well adjusted to the news, "The least we can do is be on a first name basis." She continues with her slow stroll, not seeming to mind company but she's going to try to work through the laps that she promised herself she would. "Perhaps it will be nice to actually have a few... Friends again. When you are director as long as I was, there are very few people who see you as much more than a boss." Peggy muses quietly, dark eyes a thousand miles away for a moment, but she shakes off the distance a heartbeat later. "A tea menu would be perfect, at least, until I am free to completely leave. And I'm just fine. Frustrated. This process is slow." That's a bit of a lie. She's exhausted and recovery is hard, but she's not the sort to show that.
Jane Foster	"Peggy," Jane tries out the name. She gives it a little bit of a musical beat, and then smiles. "Director Emeritus? That's rather a mouthful. Once you get the title, it rather sticks. I'll follow your lead, of course." The content statement languishes without a complaint, no challenge to the idea. "Yes, the donations. I am sorry we could not obtain your consent for it. It weighs heavily on me, and of course, I will always be happy to contribute any answers or input as necessary. Certainly it's not the sort of everyday situation we encounter, but your continued health and wellbeing is what counts. Doctor Simmons and Agent Whitman collaborated to make a functioning model, and with luck, we won't ever have to call on it in the short-term again. Let's hope our peers receive more standard medical treatments." She winks there, reaching down to sort her headphones out and sit them properly on her collarbone. It's like wearing a fancy blue torc. Friends bring out that slightly sad smile. "I can only begin to imagine how it felt for you. Having a vestige of a normal life when not married to SHIELD demands much time and energy. You can count on me for social affairs as you like. We try to remember this is a job, but also people behind the job. Certainly, though, the tea menu!" A soft smile widens. "They have a great deal, but I've tried to filter through some options. Hopefully it will calm the process of waiting, which I understand, that's brutal. You are managing so well though. Every day might feel onerous but look how quickly you are coming together." Terrifyingly quick, but she doesn't have an Infinity serum in her veins.
Peggy Carter	A small sound comes from her throat, thoughtful but not with a positive or negative tone to it. She keeps the slow pace down the hall, nothing but the faint click of the cane echoing between them as she continues those solid, tired steps. "Perhaps. We'll make certain this all sticks before I consider any strange titles. And do not worry of the consent, I'd gone to already... Ridiculous lengths in attempts to survive being IN that state, frankly. You all clearly followed my previous decisions." The look on her pale face says she's not certain how she regards her own decisions now, pride is a strange thing, but she's still alive and that counts. "I never kept much of a normal life outside of SHIELD. This has been my life for decades. I don't suspect anything will change after. I just need to get back to ship shape so I can continue to serve." Peggy states flatly, an edge of impatience at her own recovery in her voice. Considering she helped found SHIELD, it's probably not a surprise.
Jane Foster	"You deserve to give your medical consent for something that could graft three women's DNA and one man's RNA to your own. It is not a small scientific undertaking, but ethically I feel it would have been desirable to ask." Jane smiles softly, shaking her head a little as she takes in Peggy's response. The stifled sigh wants to bubble up. It's instead suppressed. "Positive thoughts, then. Here you are up and about, ready to go dig in a garden any day now. Or whatever activities delight you. I'm sure you will have more time to learn about the changes, like the internet, and indulge yourself. Do you look forward to anything in particular? Plans once you are set free? I would be spending most of my waking hours thinking about." She keeps pace, unrushed beside the older woman, her loose, limber movements comfortable. "I had life outside SHIELD long before SHIELD found me. It's odd to think of an 18- or 19-year-old person prepares to spend their whole life here through the academy and then servicing as they do. I can imagine there are many marriages made and tumbled undone from within the agency. It would probably make things easier, I imagine."
Peggy Carter	It's strange, the questions about what she'd do when she'd get out. The thought drives Peggy silent a few moments and she's happy for the end of the hallway as a distraction. "I'm just doing laps now, so if you get bored, please, feel free to walk on but otherwise... Back we go." She half smiles, unable to hide the sarcasm of pretend thrill from her voice. She makes the slow turn and continues the pacing down the hallway. "...Well... Honestly, I've been considering if they will let me back into the field. SHIELD doens't need command right now and I've got far too much catching up on world politics to do it effectively. I rarely got the chance to do field work over the last decade I was alive and I... Miss it. So, that's all I've been dreaming about, frankly." She doesn't sound totally embarrassed about it, but at least Jane is getting an honest answer from the wizened woman. "And I started as a code breaker the moment I turned 18... the war necessitated so many and I took the chance. I suppose I... haven't thought that others didn't just dive into work that young?"
Jane Foster	"Hardy bothersome. I like the activity and the conversation is worth it, whereas running around doesn't do much for me if I don't have a goal in mind. It's outrageous to think some people can run for miles. How? Wouldn't they be bored to death running on an oval." Her mouth tightens up to avoid a big grin, since it can't be helped. "You let me know if you find me outpacing you or pushing you too far, please? Jemma would have my head for overstressing you, if she got to be before Agent Morse. Naturally you have many who appreciate your achievements and thus are dedicated to your future successes." Sneakers barely squeak. She rolls off her heel, pleased, calm. "You would not wish to resume some high-level role? I could understand. You have done your part, and now someone else fills it. You are thinking a field leader or comparable? Fieldwork certainly looks different depending on your skillset. Agent Johnson does a great deal of work I don't, but there's nothing wrong with that." Her smile lifts up slightly at the mention of the war, and she nods. "Did your part back then, as I expect most of us would now. Here, life moves differently. Most of us go into university, college, a trade school, if we can afford to. Careers rarely launch that early, partly because no one hires without some kind of degree. But it's a hard choice to make for many. A lifelong path through the mysteries of bureaucracy." Her tone lifts, all too familiar with paperwork. "I was torn for a good long time. The stars or medicine. I chose the stars with a little reluctance and chased them ever since. But that made something of an anomaly. By the time I set foot into adulthood, I was already lost in the mysteries of space, never to come back. It's actually odd to think I would ever end up here, in this agency, compared to NASA. Our funding is much better. More time to play. I am not the most obvious fit, but it's worked out well. What do you want to take from SHIELD in this second round? What would you find most fulfilling?"
Peggy Carter	The story of Jane's life gets a bit more of a smile, though Peggy is having issues hiding just how exhausted she actually feels. This might be the last tread down to her recovery room, but she's been up and around a while. "I'd say SHIELD is the perfect place for someone like you. When I was doing recruiting, it very much was finding the brilliant people who didn't quite fit anywhere else. They're lucky to have you." Peggy murmurs, slowing just a bit as she approaches her room. "As for here... Having finally quite... processed... that Steve and James Barnes are still alive, I have a strong suspicion we are going to go back to hunting HYDRA. We never quite finished the job. But maybe that is nostalgia talking."
Jane Foster	Oh God. If Jane realized she was spilling her guts out, she would be mortified. She probably /is/ still mortified if it comes to the fore. Oh gods indeed. The slight blush hitting her cheeks is enhanced as she sucks in a breath, trying so hard to keep her cool. Yeah, too much sharing with a personage of importance. The brunette stares at the wall for a time. "I think it's important to give yourself time to process. I have to imagine have them both is fabulously helpful."
Peggy Carter	And there is Peggy's door. While it feels like giving in and she'll be angry about it, the trip down the hallway again seems impossibly long. "Well, Jane, thank you for the company. I do think I'm going to attempt to stretch these old bones and maybe find some reading again, since I've found myself back at my momentary home." She dares to reach her free hand out, giving Jane's forearm one gentle, reassuring squeeze. "I'm glad you're with SHIELD. It's a good place." And with that, Peggy turns to disappear back into her room before her legs give her no choice.