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Peggy Carter	Monday afternoons are generally a good time for meetings. Peggy has caught up from any weekend chaos, settled into the Monday reports, and nothing yet has really had time to blow up. So, she told Jane to come by any time after lunch and she'd be around. Peggy's now in, evidence of her having worked over lunch still in her office as there is half a sandwich on a plate and a mostly cold cup of tea on the side of her desk. She's deeply lost in reading something on a tablet, that concerned frown of a data analyst who knows something is wrong with the data in front of her on instinct alone, but hasn't yet found what that wrong thing is. It's probably why she's forgotten her tea. She's in a wide lapeled silk blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, but her suit jacket has been abandoned over the back of her chair a while now.
Jane Foster	Monday afternoons are something of an irony, aren't they? Usually crushed for work or filled by a honeycomb of moments when a cup of tea or a chance to organize the week comes ahead. It's Tuesday that deserves a bad reputation, along with Friday afternoon and the dreaded meeting schedule trying to wiggle in like a naughty puppy at 4 PM. Jane can stop poring over more of Jemma's chemistry data down in R&D, at least, and read that appointment reminder with a wan smile. A few moments of tidying up her appearance are purely hasty; a cucumber-scented face wipe rubbed over her brow and cheeks before she smoothes her hair back and grabs her tablet. Along comes the little bag with festive curlicues of ribbon tied to the handles, one of four that entered the building and was thoroughly scanned. A knock announces her a little later at Peggy's office, her outfit a smart suit instead of a dress, but the ghostly blouse not quite up to 'federal standard.' It has a colour, for one; teal.
Peggy Carter	"Come in." Peggy's clipped British accent chrips almost immediately to the knock. She then blinks, shaking her head a little clear of the data she was pouring over and trying to uncross her eyes. Looking away from it is probably wise at this moment, she might hit something when she comes back fresh, later. She smiles as she sees Jane's head poking around the corner and, in some attempt to look chiefly, pulls on her gray suit jacket across that elegant, old fashioned blouse. Peggy's never quite lost her style from the 40s and it shows. "You've saved me from staring at reports any longer, just in time... Shut the door behind you so no one gets nosy. Sit, relax. Would you like me to put on fresh tea?" While Peggy can sometimes be the intimidating, larger than life legend of Director Carter, she is ultimately just a woman. Especially now that the serum has been cleared from her. Though it still might be a bit jarring to see her face looking the fresh 28 years old she did in 1949 instead of her more aged mid thirties.
Jane Foster	The style from the Forties comes back around, and honestly for good measure. Katharine Hepburn is a hard act to go wrong with. Though Jane, in her case, tends to look a lot more like Hedy Lamarr. Especially when breaking into that quick smile upon spotting their fearless chief. "Long day?" she asks, drawn into a friendly wave as she steps inside. The door shuts behind her almost soundlessly, muffled so it won't warn everyone outside of the click. "I consider that a suitable rescue. When the tide of paperwork threatens to inundate your island and cut off all retreat, text DYNAMO and I'll know exactly what you need." Dunkirk is a living memory for some people in the building, and while not her, she certainly nose it. "Would you like to put on some water? I have this for you. A little something after the 'other' work travels." Their stargazer drops the pretty anonymous blue bag with its ribbon lightly upon the desk. "I promise not to butter you up, but tea with Provence lavender struck me as something you might enjoy." It rather -is- jarring to see the youthful countenance where Peggy is involved, but given half the upper staff is Inhuman, age will be a matter in twenty or thirty years when they don't. Or in Doctor Foster's case, when it never happens at all, too.
Peggy Carter	"Oh, you didn't have to... But a fresh cup of tea would do well for both of us, I suspect." Peggy turns then, moving for her little tea cart and tossing on the electric kettle to the proper temperature for back tea. She then takes the bag, giving it a deep sniff and a little, almost dirty sounding groan of approval following, "That smells heavenly." She leans her hip against the tea cart, turning back to Jane now with curiously narrowed eyes, "But...while I do not think you are buttering me up, why would I have cause *to* think that? Hm? To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit and tea today?" The DYNAMO comment does bit a bit of a wry grin and a little wink, but Peggy is ready to get down to business, as ever.
Jane Foster	"I wanted to, a distinction not lost on me. Doctor Simmons and Agent Johnson are quite a bit trickier to pick for, since Daisy will drink nearly anything." A mild tease for her fellow Furiae settles on the one who weathers it the best. The English know their teas, and Jane would never dare question that. They have a proper cart in here? When Peggy is sniffing the bag, she peeks past and breaks into a smile. "Isn't it? Fresh from late July, this is about the earliest they can actually prepare and sell that tea. I could probably sniff my hands all day after handling it." Not could, has, but that's another point. Business, then, which brings her to the point. All good, as she stays tall and precise. "I'd like to discuss my immediate future in the agency. Now that we have settled fully into the building and you are in excellent health, it seems an appropriate time to review what my contributions can be. It's certainly branched beyond the initial remit of Einstein-Rosen bridge scans and trying to decipher what the men who fell from the sky are." Another wry smile there. "We have several. Kree, Shi'ar, Asgardian, Kryptonian... I feel like Vulcan's overdue."
Peggy Carter	As Jane dives into her reasons for coming, Peggy's eyes slightly narrow. Not skeptically, but thoughtfully. She's trying to pick out the motivations beneath the woman's wish to reevaluate. The profiler in Peggy is active and awake. "Mm... this is true. And you have made yourself invaluable to this organization on multiple occasions. I hope you aren't thinking of leaving us, now that we are finally above board again. I won't say things are going to get easier -- they never get easier -- but you have far less of a chance of losing your career or your Doctorate for being an Agent of SHIELD again. So... Let's see how we can make you happiest here."
Jane Foster	"I don't know that Agent Coulson or the director thought me very hospitable the first time we met." Jane's eyes darken a little in memory. "Obstructing a SHIELD operation may have been mentioned. Shouting at them about taking my life's work down to my notebooks and destroying Erik," Selveig, the only Erik that matters, "could have crossed my lips. Hopefully we have grown past that after the attack on New York, and the endless brigade of nonsense life brings. I promise I'm still that feisty postdoc at heart, but more reasonable now. It helps to be on payroll." Also, shooting lessons with Cap are sort of a plus. The brunette flailing at her scientific devices being made US government property isn't quite so hapless. "I'm lucky to have a hold on the Hayden Planetarium, given my assistant director is trying to convince the museum board to disown me," she notes, dry and acerbic, though not directed in any way at Peggy. "But no. I want to continue with an active presence in the agency. Having a public face out there gives us more in-roads for information and cooperation in different areas. I grant you, being a scientist here is both terrifying and thrilling, though you see how often Doctor Simmons and I get out into the field. /That/ I enjoy a great deal. Sitting still at a table reading the outputs of my reports and databases has never been my style, one of the reasons I nearly turned to med school. Quite frankly, it's never a dull moment and the coworkers are fantastic, even if figuring out direct support for them has become a creative endeavour. When a girl can shake the ground or cling to a wall, that adds nuance."
Peggy Carter	As Jane says she's interested in staying, a bit of tension goes out of Peggy's shoulders. She knows they have other great minds, but she in no way wanted to lose Jane. She pauses the conversation as the kettle goes off, pouring the almost boiling water across the straining basket in her preferred tea pot, since they'd both be drinking. She then carries the little tray over, complete with small cups, spoons, and a bit of honey should someone wish. Last but not least, she pulls out the little milk pitcher from her hidden fridge and rests it next to the tea pot. She's still a proper Brit when it comes to milk in her tea. Once all that is settled, she retakes her chair, crossing her legs smoothly and leaning back to watch Jane with thoughtful, dark eyes. "Well, since you wish to stay, what do *you* enjoy doing here? You prefer getting out into the field more? How many combat certifications have you passed? Do you wish extra training or to train others...?"
Jane Foster	Not everyone is Reed Richards, who probably would rename SHIELD into MAKER or ME-ORG. Jane might track Peggy's response, but she still smiles with the self-aware knowledge of how precarious the situation is. When the kettle warbles, she chuckles softly at that. "Milk! The stuff of the gods, except for a green tea. I made that mistake once and never again." A teenaged her probably cringes at the memory, but the older self knows how to laugh it off. Also how to prepare a proper cuppa; you don't have a Scottish parent without knowing the relatively right balance of honey and cream to water and tea leaves. "I enjoy not being locked in a cellar," she says with a mostly straight face, teaspoon carefully manipulated not to clink on the sides of a cup. "Unlike Fitz. The field holds interest for me. It's the direct contribution, teamwork, and seeing people come home safe. I quite like the dynamic environment out there but then I must be a bit mad considering once I ran to the Bifrost instead of hightailing it away at the first chance. When Drew and Johnson dropped to the madness the other night, it brought home how much they mean to me -- and the work does, too. It gives deeper purpose when we can meaningfully help people, not only by listening to recordings or analyzing decryption, but helping to build safer corridors for dialogue and development. Which we do, in our roundabout way. Though how? Not all of us are metahumans. My great conundrum is how to act without getting hurt in that field." She's rambling. No blushing, then. Only way is to press ahead. "I've been doing combat drills with Captain Rogers and he oversaw my shooting runs. In hand to hand, two brown belts in jujitsu and aikido. I'm concerned primarily with vulnerability when dealing with empowered enemies on my part. How not to be a prime target there."
Peggy Carter	A slight shrug comes to Peggy's shoulders as the woman admits to trying to not be a prime target in the field. "Yes, well... That is often a goal for many of us who are not as...Enhanced as some others. That is a sensible, good Agent thing to do. We're not reckless teenagers any more. But hearing you're training with Steve helps a lot. If you haven't passed your field certifications fully yet, I'm sure you will. Take them and we can make certain you are able to go into the field at every opportunity possible, but keep your training up. You know muscle memory only gets better the longer you train. I'm still in the firing range at least three days a week myself, after 80 years of doing this." Peggy states with a grin. She's forever proud of her marksmanship and has been since the war. "So, more field work. Other things on your mind? Branching beyond the sciences, I am guessing. We... could use someone specifically focused on 0-8-4s, as I know there are still more than a few out there, especially with HYDRA having had access to this place. I don't want to think about how many went missing while we were gone." Peggy's frown deepens, this being the first time she actively considered that and now she looks gravely worried. "...we should go through the vaults. Soon."
Jane Foster	"He made certain to check me with the ICERs, including a firm reminder about watching timing to recharge." Jane's wry grin forms again. "After watching May take down Agent Drew with two well-placed bolts, I find myself reassessing my approach slightly. Pre-lunch firing exercises are a good way to get the heart pumping when we otherwise get chained too long to our desks." Peggy's got decades of experience on her, and the proof is in the pudding; spend time in endless drills, it eventually turns out well. Facts are set aside for that, a quick nod agreed. Field work is checked off the list, and a smile in thought is levied gently. "Branching out beyond the sciences is right. Right now, I feel somewhat trapped in a corner for contributing beyond setting up sensory arrays, offering satellite programming, and deciphering what could be an extrastellar incursion from standard phenomena. One day down the road, I'd like to train others." A sip of tea follows. "Can you tell me more about the 0-8-4s, and what you specifically need there? HYDRA won't have its head lopped off any time soon, but one of their allies we saw during the assault in the train station under the tower a few months ago is a concern to follow up on. I don't think any of us could remotely hope to confront him head on, but he blipped out like that, whereas none of the others there could or did."
Peggy Carter	A slight smirk cuts across her ever-red lips as Jane asks about 084s. It's been a headache of Peggy's for most of her career and this is no different. "They are... well, frankly, they are things which are undefinable. Objects, generally, that have alien, supernatural, magical, or other seemingly impossible characteristics. We didn't have any experience with them, and the first one we encountered when were packing up HYDRA facilities, was the 84th item we catalogued that run. The name stuck." Peggy admits with a little bit of a laugh, thinking back to the wild west days of the SSR. She looks quietly nostalgic for a few heartbeats, but then shakes it off and finally pours herself out some tea. "Why not keep up your training, and get some tips about how to train others. Once all your certifications are passed, we can pair you with some younger agents. And if you want to start the hunt for missing 084s, I'll put that in your lap. Get me reports back, I can help you figure which are the highest emergencies, if any, and which can be left to later in the process. Keep me updated with regular reports. If this project goes well under your lead... I think I'd have perfect justification to make you a senior agent at that point. Leading field work but also using your science expertise. How does that sound?" She asks with a smile. Peggy clearly gets joy out of trying to carve out career paths for her agents which are both rewarding and unique to them. She knows her people and cares, that much is clear.
Jane Foster	A sip becomes a warm laugh, levened by smoke. "That's certainly a clever name. I like it. Straight and to the point, whereas they aren't. I can certainly take that over, and talk with Agent Croft about some of the finer points when they raise up." It doesn't hurt to have other talents at her fingertips, or wrist for that matter, but staying off the record is a key attribute there when the whole organization really would be better served not knowing that she moonlights as a psychopomp. Could be awkward. "I'll take that on. I think you have put exactly what I needed in perspective -- finding something, cataloguing them, breaking down what we have and where we need to find the highest priority items is wise. Should we run into any trouble there, you'll be the first person I come to." She breaks into a low, satisfied laugh and nods to Peggy. "Thank you. Aside from being helpful with the social side of the agency -- meeting people, talking to them, trying to aid those relationships -- it's been a matter of many long nights trying to figure out what I can best do when you don't need a stargazer."
Peggy Carter	"Well then, it seems you have your goals now, and I look forward to updates. But there is still plenty of lovely tea and I can take another fifteen minutes away from work, so, unless you have other questions, let's talk of nicer things..." With that, Peggy lets them fall into more casual chit chat, talking a bit more about SHIELD's origins, her husband's now steady presence in the future, how Jane's settling back in herself after everything. Peggy doesn't often get a chance to simply be a person with those who work under her, so she clearly takes the time to simply enjoy Jane's company before diving back into her reports.