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Peggy Carter	Somewhere in those awkward hours between two and three am when everyone SHOULD be asleep but occasionally agents who have far too much on their mind are simply unable to sleep. That's been Peggy often as of late, as she debates how quickly she's going to lose the stability of her husband there and how she can pull SHIELD out of the awful place it is. None of these things lend themselves to good rest. Therefore, she's up. Still in her pajamas -- a set of dark satin things with big palm leafs on them and her favourite black satin lounge robe with the big pink flamingos over top. Her hair's carefully pincurled up. She's got a pot of chamomile tea resting, still steaming, in front of her as she reads through a few more paper yellowed files.
Melinda May	"Why is it," May says, wandering into the lounge in yoga pants and dark top, "whenever I come here for a midnight cup of tea, I always find you here?" There's some amusement when she says those words. But it's balanced with genuine concern -- both Peggy's own load and her personal allotment. She shakes her head, leaning a hip against the back of the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. "We really better hobbies. I'm just sayin'."
Daisy Johnson	Not being able to sleep seems to be a common thing on base as of late. All the changes, the new place, being hunted. It certainly turned the tables on many Agents lives. And Daisy is no different, now away from living in Hell's Kitchen and staying in base. Of course that it also came with a few good things, like being Jemma's roommate. But even that was ..., strange. She couldn't pinpoint exactly but her friend was acting strange. Stress getting to her? Maybe..., or to her too. Not even going to the gym and spending a hour throwing a few punches helped and a shower later here Daisy was, moving to the lounge to see if there was someone around, dressed in a pair of jeans and cropped top, hair still damp from that shower. "We are spies. What kind of hobbies can we afford to get?" the young agent says, moving in from one of the corridors with a faint smile to her lips. "Good evening.." she greets, then suggests. "Maybe a dead poets society, anyone with a good poem they want to share?" it said in a bit of a jest.
Peggy Carter	A small huff escapes Peggy's nose as she looks up to Melinda, her dark eyes leveled with an accusing, amused smirk, "I could say the same to you. And it's been a long time since I shared a bed. Used to kick all the other boys out after I was done." Peg states with a half teasing wink. "This marriage thing takes getting used to again... No reason to keep Daniel up with my tossing and turning. So, I come out here. Besides. I'm Chief. I'm allowed to hover worried over all of you at late hours of the night." Her smile softens there. She is genuinely worried. Then Daisy is coming into the room and that gentle concern only deepens in Peggy's eyes. "Oh hell, you too? What's in the water here." She then stands, her joints slightly popping, stiff this time of night and with her age. She moves over towards the tea cart and grabs two more cups. "It's chamomile. Should be good for you. So they tell me. How are you...both holding up?" The look in her dark eyes is stern enough to say 'Don't give me that fine bullshit.'
Melinda May	May knows Jemma's acting strange. Truthfully, she's been meaning to touch base with Daisy and get her opinion. In the meantime... they wait for Andrew's schedule to clear sufficiently for him to stop in and check things out. "As long as it's not dancing," May deadpans in response to Daisy, "I don't think it much matters." She pushes off the couch, giving the ghost of a smirk at Peggy's adjustment to married life. "Yeah, I'm familiar with the technique." It's hers, currently, too. Not that she's actually picked anyone up in quite some time... Certainly not since before Nepal. Perhaps that's not surprise. She gives a brief shrug. "I think we're all suffering from the same thing: Trapped in a hole in the ground while HYDRA parades all over the free world as if they own it."
Daisy Johnson	Daisy brushes her hands on the sides of her jeans, glancing at the tea as it starts to get served, "Well, I won't say no." even if she was more of an energy drinks kinda gal! All those long nights hacking need help ... She casts a look at May, then moves in to get that cup of tea, mouthing out a soft, "Thank you." The question, followed by the 'don't give me bulshit' look is met with a chuckle that doesn't quite reach her eyes, "The hatred towards Hydra and what they did is keeping me focused. I will have time to break up ..., later." she just needs to make sure to stay ahead of it all. The Inhumans, her mother, all of it seems to be a heavy burden on the young agent. "Though as long as my roommate doesn't stress out and stresses me out too it's fine." May's talk about dancing has her quirk a brow, and then perhaps recalling better times she says, "I recall you dancing with General Grinder a while back." a bit of a tease towards the senior Agent and then she moving to settle down on the couch. "And I agree, May. But it will change soon, they can't get away with this." sounds like she is trying to convince herself more than anything.
Peggy Carter	"So, we pick the next target. We pissed off HYDRA enough that they took a shot at us, but we're not dead. Just like before, we go through the files, we figure out who is best to remove next, we plan and we go in." Peggy motions to the yellowed files on the coffee table in front of her. "The last box from the old files. There might still be some Paperclip descendants left and I have a list of three more names to look into anyway from what I pulled out of the files here. We just don't stop biting at their heels." This is personal for Peggy, they can probably both see it, even as her words are measured and even, they are as hotly determined as the tired Brit ever gets. It's almost unnerving to watch a woman in pin curls and a satin robe talk about hunting HYDRA down like dogs. And then the comment about Daisy's roommate comes. A bit more concern crosses Peggy's eyes as she looks up from the tea she's serving. "You've noticed something different with Jemma too, then? Both May and I have been...worried. I actually reached out to Andrew, but he's a little flooded with younger agents in actual crisis right now. Understandably." The comment about General Grinder does get a little bit of a grin from her and a flicker of pride behind her eyes, but she doesn't let anything else slip. Daisy is still one of the only few who know.
Melinda May	"I recall being poured into a cab in order to get home, too," May says to Daisy. "Doesn't mean I make a habit of either." She senses Peggy's mood. Reflects it, even. It matches her own. Aggression therapy works. She truly believes this. Nevertheless, as Daisy mentions her roommate, concern settles as a narrow line between May's brows. She nods to Peggy's words. "What have you noticed?" she asks. "Because what I'm feeling from her..." She grimaces, eyes tightening. "It is isn't... normal."
Daisy Johnson	A sharp nod is given about the plan to hunt Hydra, a glance to those yellow pages she knows well. Many of their targets had come from there after all! "I still have a bone to pick with Dr. List too." the one responsible for Afterlife. She grinds her teeth together, sharp anger invading her for a few moments until she takes a sip of that tea. Well, it's calming at least. So she takes in a breath. "Not all is bad at least though. Chief Sous- I mean Daniel is back too." though for how long? She knew about the tries to get him back to his time. Still, she smiles gently until the talk goes to her roomie. Brows furrow, looking at Peggy, then at May. "Well, she has been somewhat aloof. I mean, she was even sort of avoiding physical contact." It's true Daisy can get a bit touchy from time to time. "But ever since we moved to the Playground she has been on edge. On the Triskelion things had a certain ..., routine to them. In here, it's all new. It might be getting to her." or so she believes, "Though there's been a few shifts that I really don't understand. Though .., what have you noticed differently?" she asks to both Peggy and May. Another sip.
Peggy Carter	"She seemed... I won't say snappy, but she certainly had a bit more courage and backbone with myself and May than I've seen before. May noticed more than I did." Peggy falls into silence, scooping up her tea now that she's served both of them their cups and she can just settle in with her's. The smile on her face at the comment about Daniel is momentary but clear. If there was any doubt on how it's going with him and the Chief, the fact she's back to wearing her wedding ring should say a lot.
Melinda May	May picks up her cup and gives a shrug that's done more with her brows and a subtle tilt of her head than her shoulders. "Her emotions are off. When they're there at all," she says. "They blip into existence and then get swallowed so quickly it's almost as if they don't exist. Her base emotional signature is off, too." Her lips purse as she considers it. "Everyone, I'm discovering, has a unique combination of emotions that are 'them' right at the core. Even before I could do... what I do now... I could see that. Jemma is optimistic, insatiatiably curious, and excitable. At least, she was. Now, she's... cold. Inquisitive, yes. Curious, still. But sharper -- when she shows any emotion at all."
Daisy Johnson	"Similar on how everyone has their own particular vibration." Daisy murmurs in an understanding manner, folding one arm over her front, the other continuing to hold up her cup, fingertip tapping on the rim. "But yea, she seemed to be suppressing .., something." Yet May's description of Jemma has Daisy lift an eyebrow at her. "Cold?" that has her shake her head. "I know Jemms like the back of my hand, if there's anything she isn't is cold." lips pressing to a line. "She's caring, even when strict. That'd not be like her at all." Some worry creeps into Daisy's expression. There goes the rest of her night's sleep! She glances back to Peggy and comments. "Well, she was apparently a bit more at ease with you when she spent some time living at your place out of town. Maybe that's why ..?" though she frowns. She isn't too convinced with her own words at all.
Peggy Carter	A skeptical look crosses Peggy's eyes as Daisy considers maybe the woman just became more comfortable around her. Peggy shakes her head towards her colleagues. "There is more going on here than her getting comfortable around me. That would not explain the cold that May is getting off of her, or the offishness Daisy is. I'm going to tell Andrew that this is getting close to emergency status, he needs to be here soon. Jemma is not only a good friend, but one of our most valuable scientists. We can't afford to lose the woman we know, even if this is just a matter of stress." Peggy's voice is determined, just like fighting HYDRA. Once she makes a decision, she runs after it full tilt. One of the things that has always made her an excellent Director.
Melinda May	May nods to Daisy's words about vibrations. It's funny, really, how much more she understands the young agent, now. And not just because of the empath thing. "Jemma didn't feel then like she feels now," she says bluntly. "Granted, I was in the middle of a tsunami of emotions at the time, but still. There's something wrong. I'd prefer to see Andrew here sooner rather than later, myself." She takes a sip of her tea and picks up an earlier thread briefly. She points at Daisy. "And I don't want you going after List without me. Do you understand?"
Daisy Johnson	That both Peggy and May also saw some different with Jemma has Daisy frowning a bit, idly finishing up her tea and putting the cup aside. "I will keep a more close eye on her and see what's up. I mean, this was a big change to all our lives but ..., yea, something's up.." and it made her worried for her 'sister'. She takes in a breath, the change of subject to List having her focus on May for a few moments. There's some hesitation as Daisy looks at May, almost as if it had become something too personal for her. In fact she wasn't even sure what she would do to the man when she found him, again that spike of pure anger coursing through her. But she eventually offers a nod. "I understand." And then she slowly gets up to her feet, a smile to both. "Thank you for the tea, Director. I will be catching you both later and ..." she pauses, furrowing her brows. "Oh, what's the story with this .., Dottie Underwood?" then she rolling her eyes, "Or Pegwidow as Lance called her..." she sighs.
Peggy Carter	Finishing off a deep gulp of her tea, she's nearly killed it, Peggy stifles a yawn and looks like she's getting ready to tuck into bed. She gives a sharp, firm nod at the question of keeping a close eye on Jemma and getting Andrew there quickly. "I'll send Andrew a priority message in the morning." Then she unfolds, truly getting ready to tuck in, but that last question stops her. "..Peg... widow??" She stares, hardly able to believe what she's hearing. A little groan of a laugh escapes her lips and she drags her hand down her face. The sigh that escapes her lips is one that has decades behind it. "She is... one of the first, if not the first Widow to ever come out of the Red Room. She was the experiment. She also... fought me, often, in my early career. She's developed a bit of an obsession. I thought she was under lock and key with us again but, apparnetly, not. She's... dangerous, obsessive, insane, and can be very useful if you figure out how to point her. I'll see if I can get you a report. But... in the morning. I've got a husband and a warm bed that actually sounds tempting right about now."
Melinda May	Peg... Widow. Yeah, that might be May's fault. The fact that Peggy laughs at it, though? That means she doesn't have to look guilty about it. "Go to bed," she tells her friend. "I doubt either Daisy or I will be that far behind you." Though, if they are, and Peggy's not here to see it, well... Oops. "I think we may want to do up an L4 or L5 cleared dossier on Underwood and distribute it," she notes. "We can add tiers for higher levels, but if Underwood is starting to stick her nose actively into SHIELD operations... our agents are going to need to be aware." She gives a ghost of a smile. "Something to think about in the morning."