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Peggy Carter	Since the fight last week, Peggy has come more and more into the city. She's doing personal supply runs and at least one other small scouting mission. It's like she doesn't carry near so much fear of these awful creatures as she did before. Tonight, however, is a special run. She has a paper bag in her hand full of something slightly heavy and boxy looking (or several things, really.) She's wearing clothes she can move in, but not tactical armor tonight. She doesn't expect a fight. She makes her way down towards his 'office space', giving a little knock.
Jonathan Sims	The door opens without being touched, Jon calling, "Come on in!" There's a map of Manhattan on the table, covered in vials of soil and bits of string, and glowing hieroglyphs lining the walls like he's using them as a magical whiteboard. He's wearing fatigues but no tac vest or anything, sitting in an office chair and leaning back to stare at the ceiling.     As he catches a glimpse of who it is--aura first, really--he straightens up and then stands to come over and greet her. "Peggy! I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to check on you after last week, everything's been... hectic. Is Daniel alright? He didn't check in with the medic station so I /presumed/, but..."
Peggy Carter	The woman gives him a quiet smile. Tired, but earnest. Any emotions he might get off of her aura are grounding, calming, someone who is used to being at the center of a crisis and isn't wavering. Peggy gently shuts the door behind her and comes across to him, carefully setting down the paper bag not exactly where he's working, but close enough to be easily grabbed. "I come bearing vital supplies." Inside, there is a small electric kettle, tea strainers, a few cups, and 4 full tins of proper tea -- three various black versions and a chamomile for the night time. "Got the order in from Harvey & Sons, finally. Used to be easier when we could just go to the shop down town, but this should do fine. And Daniel is... fine. Back was scratched up something fierce, bruised ribs, a bit of glass in his skin. Nothing I couldn't take care of. We're... both used to wearing our wounds, I suppose." There is an edge of concern in her voice about her husband, but she's honest in her response. "How are *you* holding up?"
Jonathan Sims	"Good lord," Jon breathes, though not in a shocked sort of way; even before all this angel business he was used to dealing with injuries. "Good to hear he's doing alright, though." He goes to open the bag and smiles as he peers inside. There's a side table in a corner that looks like it maybe used to have tea things, but the kettle and teapot are gone.     "I'm... holding up surprisingly well, given everything," Jon says as he starts to pull the tea out of the bag. "We rescued Agnes, so Martin's staying with her at the Triskelion. It's... a weight off, really. I can focus." He waves a hand at the golden light on the walls. "The magic I've been granted evidently includes a lack of nightmares, so I'm sleeping alright, once I can /get/ to sleep. My brain never wants to turn off. Too much to do."     He hesitates, holding the chamomile in his hands, looking at it thoughtfully. "It's still a lot, though. I tend to sneak off and have a good cry at least once a day. Doesn't do to let the agents know their commander's still terrified of what's coming." He smirks, and puts the chamomile aside.
Peggy Carter	There is an understanding smile from Peggy as he admits to sneaking off to cry. "I've been there... First time through war does it to everyone, honestly." Peggy reassures him. Now that her gift is given, she steps over to the 'visitor's chair' and settles in. She still doesn't care to be on her feet longer than necessary, especially when she's making runs into a place where she might have to fight. "And congratulations on Agnes. I'll have to visit in on her and Martin sometime, if they are taking guests. It'd be lovely to meet her. And, considering her... position, to let her know she will *always* have a safe space with us. I don't want to overwhelm her, but... well, I'd love to meet her. When you think she's ready."
Jonathan Sims	"She's delighted to meet pretty much everyone. Elias kept her fairly sheltered, but... well... she's going to be Archivist. It appears to engender a natural curiosity." Jon grins, already flush with parental pride, though that comes naturally too.     "I don't have anything decaf... I could make the chamomile, if you like?" He takes the kettle over to the table, to get it settled and plugged in. "I, ahh... I noticed that Jegudiel... protected you from harm. I was grateful." A pause. "Neither he nor Jerahmeel were at the battle the next day. I think Michael was rather cross with them both, though possibly for losing."
Peggy Carter	"Make whatever you like for yourself. I'll take a half cup of anything. I can't *completely* cut out my life's blood." Peggy is only half teasing about that, a warmer smile crossing her features. Then he moves onto one of the other matters that's been on her mind. Her head dips in slow agreement to his words. "Yes. It worked out rather... Nicely. In fact, well enough that I've been considering if I should join you all more on the front lines. Especially if that's causing infighting between them all. It could be quite... useful. And I am, apparently, protected."
Jonathan Sims	Jon chuckles and takes a tin of whatever has the most Assam and starts the kettle, mixing the tea leaves with a bit of a garama masala he has sitting by in a tin. It's not really proper chai, because masala chai isn't made in a kettle, but it's a compromise without a proper cooktop. There's ginger in the mix, so that's something.     "Use their own biases against them? Not that I wouldn't jump in to save a child, of course--I'm /relieved/ to be honest. I pray it means they haven't been hurting children more generally." He shakes his head. "Sow dissension some? Could be /very/ useful, yes."
Peggy Carter	Peg's head tilts back as he starts looking at the tins, manking a mental note of what he's grabbing, "An assaam man, or just in the mood for it? I should have asked your favourite, but it seemed a silly thing to bother you about in the middle of a war. God... I just said that. I really have been in America too long, haven't I?" Peggy asks with a little laugh. She's joking. Mostly. Then they are getting back to proper business. Her expression turns a bit more serious, sitting up straighter in the chair to level eyes with him, "I hope they haven't either. But if this is a steadfast rule for them, or some of them, at least, it would be... great advantage to us. I know there are still... risks, but the angel seemed to appear out of *no where*. If he continues to defend me... well, it's part distraction, part putting stress on their ranks. And you'd have another pair of seasoned hands on the front."
Jonathan Sims	"Assam's best for chai," Jon replies. "It stands up to the spices and sweetening. Well, and, it's from India, so it's rather traditional, at least the way my grandmother taught me. Not Gertrude, the other one." He eyes the kettle, actually letting it boil before he pours the water over the strainer into the pot. "Normally you boil the milk right in but that doesn't... work, here, so I improvise. It works out well enough."     He nods as he turns to regard Peggy. "I've hated to... risk it? But, then, if we lose this there's no world for your child to grow up in /anyhow/. And I do have it on good authority that eight of the archangels don't entirely agree with Michael's campaign, so there may be others that would defend you." He smirks. "For all we know, Michael /himself/ might defend you. I'd almost pay to see /that/."
Peggy Carter	A small moan of approval escapes her lips as he mentions chai, "Oh hell, I haven't had a proper chai in...ages. Yes. That sounds lovely. I'll know what to get you next time. I get a monthly order from them so it's easy to add matters." Peggy really does seem to appreciate having another Brit around to bond with, even over simple things such as tea. ESPECIALLY over tea. "So... you are on board with this plan? I'm really not being utterly ridiculous and just eager to get back out into the field, am I? I mean, I am eager, but... I've gone over it in my head several times. Even Daniel said he understood. He might join us a bit more often as well, if he doesn't have to leave me behind. It all seems to make... Sense. Dangerous sense, but sense."
Jonathan Sims	Jon frowns for a long moment as he brings the teapot and cups and milk and sugar over to the table and then sits down. "I'm certain that's part of it, but I understand even that part. Cael--Agent Becker--was much the same. Her issues with being in the field are different, given the trauma Michael put her through, but she found a way to be able to get back out there, and I think... it's commendable, to want to be out there, fighting."     He leans forward to pour the tea, a half cup for Peggy and then a full cup for himself. "But tactically... you're one of the most experienced people in SHIELD. Having you out there, fighting, is an asset regardless. I know having Captain Rogers out on patrol's done wonders for morale, and it's helped keep a lot of people safe--he has a good sense of when to engage and when not to, and, well, I needn't tell you he has a /lot/ of experience. Having you and Daniel out there was much the same--I didn't get a clear view of everything, but so far as I can tell he took out a couple of Thrones with those grenades. Having the /both/ of you out there would be immensely helpful."     He sighs. "I'm going to worry--but I /always/ worry. We're outmatched, though; we need every advantage we can muster."
Peggy Carter	There is silence from her for several moments. She leans forward, taking in a deep, long breath of the tea's scent even as it's still brewing. Peggy gives him a slow nod at the commentary about Agent Becker. She does seem to understand. Even agree. She watches his face as he considers the helpfulness of their experience. A small, proud smile flickers across her red lips at the commentary on her husband. "He was in the bomb unit during the war. How he lost his leg. But... certainly didn't slow him down out there." She murmurs in pride. Then he comments on the worry. Peggy gives him a slow, approving nod, "Then it seems we are... in agreement. Whatever mission you want me on, I'll be there. Daniel as well, probably. And I'll keep making the supply runs myself, keeping around here in the field, even just to help keep morale up."
Jonathan Sims	Jon smiles, as he pours milk and sugar into his tea. "Thank you. It..." He hesitates. "Shouldn't be much longer, anyway. The plans we're making should reach fruition sometime before mid-February. And then... well... and then /hopefully/ we get the angels out of Manhattan, and this whole business... well, it won't be /over/, but the battlefield will move, I think, to something less... directly threatening to civilians."     He sits back and sips the tea. "I'm working on how to get people into the Astral Realm, though, because I'm pretty sure that's where we'll be dealing with this next, and I /know/ there are people who will want to be involved that don't have magic. And once there... well... it'll be a matter of thought and imagination more than anything."
Peggy Carter	The news about the Astral realm gets a wider gaze from her, "Astral hmm. Well... the offer to stand with you all is there no matter what. I suppose that is a challenge, if a different one, no matter what. As long as my protections stay... I'll toss myself into anything." She admits with a half smile. Peggy doesn't love using her baby as a weapon and, in essense, that is what she's doing. But this is war, as she said with the flame thrower. She then reaches for a cup of tea herself, preparing it with just a bit of sugar before she sinka back into the chair. She isn't exactly showing yet but, sitting like this, she definitely has a bit of a pudge where she didn't before. Life is taking its course.
Jonathan Sims	"There are other dangers in the Astral, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, as it were. First, we have to stop Michael's plan here and now." Jon cradles the tea in his hands for a moment, soaking up the warmth. "We're doing fairly well so far on that front, but I'm determined not to be over-confident. Things could turn sour rather suddenly."     As if to change the subject, "How're you feeling?" He frowns thoughtfully. "You're, what... three or four months along? I could be entirely off-base, of course, I'm guessing." He grins. "Are you doing the old-fashioned thing of keeping the apparent gender a surprise?" He raises a brow.
Peggy Carter	"No, being over confident is a fast way to getting killed. Hell, even have this conversation is..." Peggy winces gently to herself, "I feel like I am tempting fate. But he said what he said. I won't ... toss away a possibly valuable weapon because I'm scared an angel will go back on his word. Maybe that's the only dignity they have. So, tell me where you need me." She grins. Then she's happy to move onto other parts of the conversation, so not everything is work. Her smile softens to something more genuine, more... Human. Not the Director. Just Peggy. Happy as she gets. One hand leaves her tea cup to stretch protectively across her stomach, "Just about 4 now. Just long enough for everything to be... frustratingly tight. And... we haven't decided. I think Daniel wants to know. All this new technology is... exciting. The first time we did this, hell, you had to kill a rabbit to figure out you were expecting, there was no WAY to know until the day came."
Jonathan Sims	Jon grins. "Medicine's made a lot of advances in the past decades, definitely. When Agnes' mother was expecting she /definitely/ wanted to know. I mean... I'm /personally/ of the opinion that over-gendering all your baby items is a little silly and probably not the best practice, but it's nice to know for planning names and such."     He smiles. "This will all be done in plenty of time, though. We'll save the universe and your child can be one of the first born into a world /after/ all of this gets fixed. Hope for the future."
Peggy Carter	Peg's smile only grows, warm and hopeful for a moment. It's a nice smile to see. She hides it behind a sip of tea a moment later, but it's still there in her eyes. There are nice things in the future for all of them, she is certain of that. "Yes, well... you should hope so, or I just might have this baby on the battlefield and won't THAT be a complication in your hair?" She winks at him. "Speaking of, though... I should get out of your hair. I know you were in the middle of something and I'm sure you're exhausted. If there's nothing more I can help with, I will thank you for the tea and let you be."
Jonathan Sims	"Wouldn't be the worst situation I delivered a baby in," Jon murmurs. "Not that I'm an obstetrician, but... if we must..." He smiles. "Probably best not to, though, hmm?"     He gestures at the walls and says, "Just making sure the archangels can't burst in on us unannounced. We've got wards against all the other tiers, but we need something stronger for those. Thank you, actually, I needed to stop hammering at the problem for a few minutes. I'll probably come up with the solution now." He grins. "Usually how those things work. But... really, thank you for coming by. It's always good to see you, Peggy. Thank you for the kettle."
Peggy Carter	One more sip of her tea is taken, finishing it off in short order before Peggy sets the cup down on his makeshift desk. She then unfolds from the chair and steps around. If he doesn't stop her, she pulls him into a momentary hug. Just enough to be an edge of unprofessional, but not linger too long. They are still British, after all. She pulls back and then squeezes his shoulders, "You're doing great, Jon. We're going to get through this. I'll...I'll tell Agnes I brought you treats. Do enjoy them." She grins and then fully lets go, turning on the ball of her foot. Unless he stops her, she disappears out the door a few moments later. Back into the fray.