You might be surprised. I'm the source of all this misery, and yet nearly everyone has seen fit to tell me how I shouldn't blame myself. One person was particularly adamant that I do something other than dwell in my own misery for the duration.

[What a silly person who clearly doesn't know Rip at all.

But her challenge remains. Three days, she claims, and it might well be true. Rip knows just the same as Peggy that his shots hadn't quite hit with the same level of accuracy. He turns his head to look at her for a moment, as if considering the offer.]

You do understand that putting futuristic technology in the hands of someone from the past is literally a crime when I'm from? And one that I specifically work to both prevent and correct.

[Never mind that he'd done just that a few moments before. He simply has to give Peggy a hard time. It seems appropriate, with the way things are headed.]