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Peggy Carter	While it's been a long, long time since Peggy's been properly hung over, it does happen on occasion. Especially being that she's felt slightly off as of late, the very long, late night of drinking has taken its toll. Hoping not too many people are awake yet, Peggy's shuffled out of her old room she was given back in the place. Somehow, her old robe isn't moth eaten so that's what she's wearing overtop of goodness knows what. It's a screaming bright blue with palmtrees all over it in a style that is VERY 1965 but she manages to pull off. Her hair's not been pinned up but is a mess of fallen curls. She did, at least, manage to take her make up off. She's headed straight for the tea kettle and the bottle of scotch.
Sharon Carter	New day. New dawn. New problems. The day was getting close, close to the time where Sharon would call home as she had promised to do year after year. Communications with her family were few and far in between, but that was the nature of the beast and her parents hated it all the same. Early riser, Sharon makes her way into the lounge, her eyes upon her phone, the main page pulled up as she scrolls through news articles as she usually does. Lists. Entertainment news. Movies to watch. New alerts of restaurants to try when there's nothing to do. It all breaks her out into a smile as she navigates without looking, until now. Seeing the back of Peggy has Sharon turning, phone pressed to her chest, bare feet moving swiftly towards the exit.
Melinda May	May is always up at 5am. And she didn't stay and drink as long as most everyone else did. So, she's *not* hungover, this morning. Of course, to be fair, in the days since the takedown at the Rat, she's often kept to herself. She made an appearance when they first came into the base, happy to have a break from Long Island at the time. She put in an appearance at the impromptu victory celebration the night before, but still ducked out early. So, yes. She's demonstrating a tendency to solidtude. But hasn't that always been the case with May? Of course, it's well past 5am, now. Heading on more toward 8am, actually. She's spent a couple of hours in the gym already. She's showered since then, and is now in search of a small amount of breakfast. Consequently, she nearly bumps into a retreating Sharon -- feeling that spike of discomfort in the young woman's emotional aura -- as she comes through the door. "Whoa! Where's the fire, Carter?"
Peggy Carter	While it's not entirely clear how Peggy's seeing either of them, the hungover old spy does seem to have eyes in the back of her head as she calls behind her, "Sharon Carter, really, running away? And your file said you tend to face situations head on." Peggy calls raspily behind her shoulder, her voice still a bit thick with sleep, too much drink, and probably a few cigars late into the night last night, but she's sharp as a tack. She finishes putting the kettle on and pours herself a shot of Howard's scotch, knnocking it back. "I suspect she's simply not used to catching her nan in a robe in the office, May... but I've got tea on, it'll be done in a few minutes." She then turns around, actually flashing both women a drowsy smile, both oddly confidence and amused in her mussed state.
Sharon Carter	It was a two-for-one! May appearing in the way and Peggy calling her by her full name. That one actually draws her nerves out and causes her to wince, thinking of old memories of her attempting to sneak right out of the house after being told no. It felt -just- like that. "Yess.." Sharon finally says to Nonna, "..situations that are life and death." She points with her phone. "Not.. seeing Margaret Carter, the famous Carter, presumed dead for nearly thirty years in her robe in the kitchen.." Nail, on the head, Peggy hits. "It's okay, I really didn't want to interrupt and give space.." But she was caught. Moving out of the way so that May could enter, Sharon decidedly takes a seat closer to where the tea was being brewed, assuming they'd all sit there. She was back into her phone again, browsing.. and just feeling right awkward. "Heard the new Dune movie is going to be a big grab in the movie awards game.."
Melinda May	"I suspect she's not used to catching her nan doing anything anywhere," May replies to Peggy dryly. She gives Sharon a wry smile. "Relax, Sharon. You might as well at least have a cup of tea with us. We don't bite unless you deserve it." Crossing toward the fridge, she pulls it open to root around and see what's stashed. Some yogurt is a start. Add it to the granola she knows is stashed up in one of the cupboards (alongside some pop tarts), and it's a passable breakfast. "Dune usually wins awards, whichever version of it you choose. I suspect it has more to do with the strength of the original book and the fanbase around it than the merits of the movie itself." Not necessarily true, but it might create discussion?
Peggy Carter	That gets a slightly confused blink from Peggy and a little laugh to follow, "I was just about to say I haven't seen a movie since... well... Dune. But not that one. Lynch's. It was... interesting. Maybe I can drag Daniel to this one if we actually get a night off." Peggy's trying to make small talk, not all that good at it, but there's certain amusement at the irony of the whole situation. She then lets out a slow breath and pushes one hand back through her hair, trying to look a bit more put together than she's feeling. She does manage to calm the worst of her curls, tucking them behind her ears to expose that faint scarring down the left side of her face. She's got no make up on, so it's far more obvious than normal. "Good work the other day. Both of you... I don't think we've have managed it without that exact team. STRIKE are... were... highly trained."
Sharon Carter	Sharon wanted to laugh at May's comment, but bearing the severity and how much she's attempting to avoid the discussion of the situation, she wisely does not. She does grin, then attempts to relax. Tea wasn't her cuppa, but she was willing to give it a shot. "Or how much they decide to stick to the source material. I've seen the roster of the actors they're involving in the movie, it's pretty goddamned solid." Movie talk, this actually felt good. She puts her phone face down upon the table as it buzzes, ignoring the text message she had gotten. "Ah, I've watched that one a lot with my dad. My mom never really understood it, but my dad put it perfectly. The entire series.." She glances up and off into the distance.. "..live long enough to see you become the villain." She even waves her hand into the air as if it were a headline, then grins. He was great like that. Speaking of the mission the other day, Sharon nods slightly. "They're highly trained, yeah. But they don't have Fury backing them." It was like each SHIELD agent, new and old, had a touch of Fury's methods within them. It makes them effective, and the relationship to the badge, eagle, and people were important.
Melinda May	"They will be again," May says definitively, which might suggest she's made her decision about the promotion. "Only, this time, they'll be on *our* side." If a hint of anger escapes her in that moment, it's probably no surprise. Not a lingering effect of the ragestaff all those days ago at all. Nope. She gives a faint smile, pouring granola into a bowl and adding yogurt on top. "I didn't actually see Dune until it came out on VHS years later," she tells Peggy. "I was too busy at the accademy in '84." She chuckles. "By that time, Patrick Stewart had gone on to become Jean-Luc Picard. I liked him better in that." But, then, Dune '84 ended up as a cult movie for a reason.
Peggy Carter	The comment about Sharon's father and the point of the movie does make Peggy's eyes drop for a heartbeat, not flooded with guilt, but she doesn't need either of those too-wise spies to see it directly in her eyes. So she goes about filling the old teapot she dug out of her cabinet here with a good helping of gunpowder black and pouring the water over for it to steep. It's not coffee, but it's as smoky close as one will get in tea and her favourite thing to drink in the morning. "Yes, well... Your father was always able to read beneath the surface of things. I'm glad to hear that didn't change." Peggy states softly, once she's got her thoughts a bit more together. Talking about work is easier, even if Sharon's got a rather surprisingly optimistic view about it all. She lets a wry smile cross her tired features, "They *used* to say that about me, you know? But Fury... as mysterious as he is... Does have a good way of keeping us all on our toes and quite effective." Then she's looking over to May, studying the woman at that edge of anger that's still bleeding through. There's a flicker of concern and clear care in her eyes, but she doesn't quite push. "So...you're going to tell him yes, hm?"
Sharon Carter	May's surprising words does have Sharon glancing towards her, brows lowering quickly, body shifting uncomfortably. She doesn't mention the oddness of that statement or the intensity, only that Patrick Stewart happened to bring her out of that odd moment. "He's amazing in everything. I only wish I could see him and Ian McKellan in a play together, cannot remember the name.." Sharon almost brightens at the mention of her father again, but she tamps it down with a nod. "He's still like that. It's still annoying." She admits. She turns her phone upright to look at the message, then covers it again. "I've actually think I've read something about it. The Howling Commandos?" Sharon frowns, unsure if she had gotten it right. "I read that it was one of the first and prominent elite teams back during World War II. I cannot remember two much since I read something about that over twenty years ago." She glances towards the tea, wondering if she should even make her own. "There's.. also a thing with a maid outfit that I cannot recall but I know I've read it." Was it a tease, yes. "He kept everything, you know." The answer of telling her father doesn't go answered, she wasn't even sure if she would. "He doesn't know that I'm home yet."
Melinda May	May gives a bit of a nod, carrying her bowl and a spoon over to the table to join Sharon. "I don't know who else I'd trust to do it," she admits. Arrogant, maybe, but... she's earned the right over the decades of her career. She rarely acknowledges it, but she does know it. She eyes Sharon speculatively. "You'd make a good STRIKE agent." But, then, most of the best Specialists would. Once they learn to play well with others. Even May had to make that transition. "Fury has wheels within wheels and plots within plots," she says dryly, dragging herself over a mug to pour boiling water over a green tea bag. The gunmetal tea has its place, but she likes her green tea in the morning. "Not that they don't usually pan out." She's certain picking Peggy as lead on the HYDRA hunt was quite purposeful. She's also certain the other shoe on that choice hasn't dropped, yet. She doesn't, however, comment on Sharon's father... Peggy's son. She only realized the connection there, that Michael even existed, less than a month ago. And it's not her family. Not her business.
Peggy Carter	The comment about the fact that Sharon's dad hasn't changed gets a faint smile from Peggy, but that guilt and sadness still edges it all. She misses her son fiercely, even if she's good at hiding it. She's not quite so good at hiding the fact he kept everything. That gets a bit of a blink from her but instead of letting the rawness of it all come aross her face, she looks down to pour them all some tea. She sets it out with a little cream and sugar on a tray then brings that to the sitting area, resting the little service between them all. Along with her robe, there's still something very 1950s about Peggy, but in a comfortable way. A woman who takes joy in the old fashioned rituals that have been a constant part of her life. "Oh yes, that was our team. Well... Steve and Bucky's team, really, but I went out with them a fair amount, assigned all their missions, organized their intel... Good men. I was damn lucky to know and work with every one of them. And the maid outfit was an undercover intel op which was entirely successful, thank you very much. We did what we needed to for the war effort." That last part Peggy entirely deadpans, so she might be actually serious about it. It's hard to tell. As May responds about taking the job, she nods in affrmation, "I...can't think of anyone else I'd trust to it either. Not who will be as effective and has the amount of respect you do. Though I'll miss the days I can kidnap you in an SUV and fly off to Rome. Guess we need to keep most things official again." Peg gives her friend a wry smile about that, even if it is a relief they don't have to keep everything off the books. She's then looking back to Sharon, "She is right... if we can tempt you to staying on the mainland for a while. Not that I know if SHIELD is ready to handle two Carters in the same timezone. But... we do need you here, you know. And... you should tell him you're home. He... deserves it. I don't even think he knows I'm awake, either, but... I don't think he cares. I *know* he cares about you."
Sharon Carter	"Coulson?" Sharon asks. He would be the next one anyone would trust. But admittedly, he didn't seem like the type to lead STRIKE, but would if he asked. May's statement does cause her to pause, hand lifting to rub idly against her lips in thought. "I'm.. hardly ever here.." She says uncomfortably. The joy of being out in the world, a new identity, it was all so intoxicating and downright addicting. The true thoughts of a work-a-holic. "You say that and it's true." About Fury. "I still don't know what the hell I was doing in Russia but I got what he wanted." And there was that. But there was a light that went up in Sharon's eyes. She -knew- she remembered the maid outfit! And the Howling Commandos! If she spent more time thinking about what she had found as a child, she could probably recite the back of the pictures word for word, and point everyone out. It was just.. strange! Her hands clasp together, but soon part, attempting to right herself into adulthood again. "I do not see why you two can't have your getaways. In essense, you both are in charge, you can do what you want. Make your own schedule, just answer the phone." Even though it sounded simple, it really wasn't. Sharon shakes her head a little, staying.. well.. "If I do that then I wouldn't be the most dangerous spy in the world anymore.." Stupid jokes. But it was something to consider. "I'll.. call and let him know.. I'm actually due to call now." The phone was soon flipped upright to show the alarm that had went off. By now, her dad should be in the office and her mom would be well awake. "I don't know if I'd want to tell him about you yet. I.. kinda like it with just us.." She looks to May, that included her too. Even though it could be considered -way- out of line. "But, I'm going to go call him right now. Save a bit of tea for me?"
Melinda May	"Coulson's ops," May tells Sharon. "He's a strategic genius, but he'd have an uphill battle to get STRIKE to trust him." Like she does. But, then, they've saved each other's asses more often than she can count. "Besides, he's already got his command." Not that she was looking for one. She snirks softly, though, as Sharon suggests she and Peggy can still get away. "Hey," she says to Peggy, "You're still the best mission partner I've had since Coulson. What makes you think I won't drag you into STRIKE? You've got the cred." Two words: Howling Commandos. May could totally make the case to jump both Carters up to L7. She focusses on keeping Peggy's roiling emotions at bay, but then finds herself surprised by Sharon's candor and the fact she can feel the inclusiveness of the young woman's emotions. She can only blink at that, unsure quite what to say. Fortunately, she's saved the trouble when the younger agent slips out to make that phone call. She gives Peggy a look. "I don't know how I never figured out she's yours before."
Peggy Carter	The comment from Sharon about liking it just them? That gets a genuine smile from Peggy. A surprised one, but a smile. Then the woman is headed out into the hallway and it's like someone slightly cut Peggy's puppet strings as she slumps back into the couch and scoops up her tea cup almost jealously, hugging it against herself. May would probably know that look, Peggy's hung over someone in the drunk tank and was just very well hiding it for the young one. But she trusts May, she doesn't need to put on airs to impress May, so she lets herself momentarily wallow in her hangover now that they are alone. The comment about being the best mission partner gets a levelled look, "Mm... I suppose I do need a new mission now that half my job has been resolved, though there's still HYDRA out there... The hunt isn't over." But that means she wouldn't refuse a spot on the team either. She just needs to think. Then she exhales quietly at the comment about Sharon and a faint laugh follows. "I... don't know how I never figured out she was... There. But yes, we rather have a bit in common. She's a good gir... Woman. Agent. You know what I mean. I'm proud of her already."
Melinda May	"You know that's largely what STRIKE does, right?" May says with a wry smile, watching her friend deflate, now there's no audience. She shakes her head mildly, picks up her bowl and mug, and comes to join her on the couch. "Seriously. I could use your help." Unless Fury pulls her for something else. Another SPOT mission or the like. "Unless Fury throws something higher priority at me, I want to take every resource I can get my hands on and start digging out the squids wherever they're hiding. We've played defense for too long." She chuckles dryly at the correction in the way Peggy references her. "Woman. Agent. Yes... But still a girl. She's half my age, and a third of yours." Not literally in either case, but close enough. "Still. She's damned good at what she does. Good as you were at that age." Which May witnessed.
Peggy Carter	"She is. I...can't believe Michael let her join SHIELD. But then, I doubt he could have stopped her even if he wanted to. I see her stubborn streak. She... reminds me a lot of myself at that age, you're right. She'll be a steal for any team." Peggy takes another long, deep sip of her tea, shoulders sinking back a bit more into the couch as she lets the warm tea relax through her system and help down the morning scotch she had. The hair of the dog often helps, but not always. "Unless Fury has something else, I'm with you, you know that. Hell, even if he does...Any time I can get a spare moment, tag me. I'm still dedicated to the mission. We've got a lot more cleaning up to do." Or Peggy could take a day off, maybe enjoy her husband, but that's not a thought on her mind right now. Much like Sharon, she's all the mission.
Melinda May	If Peggy were thinking about Daniel, May wouldn't be surprised. But that she's focussed on the mission... also not a surprise. "We do," she replies. "And we will." There's certainty in her tone. "Right now, though..." She flashes her friend a grin. "You need to find yourself a hangover cure and some clothes before you scandalize any more impressionable young agents." Her smile fades, though not into a scowl or anything untoward. She doesn't seem unhappy. More it's that faintly insulated expression that is somewhat becoming her new norm. It's as much a letting down of her guard as anything else is -- a hint of her own weariness and a hint of that dagger wrapping its protection around her. "I suppose I should go tell Fury the 'good news'." Like he has any doubt. "Let me know if you're free, later. We can work on a plan to transfer Vogel." Because that really does need to be the next priority. "Get you your house back."
Peggy Carter	"...as much as I appreciate the house being full, it will be very nice to get that guest out of the basement. But you're not wrong... This isn't my house, nor is it my home base any more. I should go get dressed and maybe find some asprin. God, I'm not as young as I used to be." Peggy slightly grunts out as she looks up at a calendar. The date gets a double take from her, like some realization just hit her, but she shakes it off a moment later. "Good to see you as ever. Let me know how it goes with Fury." With that, Peggy tops off her tea cup and then toddles back off to her old quarters to make herself more acceptable for the day.