[ a vigilante through time, then. is that really any better? although peggy can appreciate the position. the last year and a half have been a study in vigilantism just outside the ssr's purview. she empties her mug, but rather than rush to refill it she leaves it sitting on the floor.

now it is time to smoothly reholster her ppk. this time, with a touch more discretion than when she'd drew it first in a rush of ego. ]

I care more about my guns than I do my whiskey. [ she certainly paid a different kind of attention to his gun than she has any bottle of booze. ] But if the inner workings are that much of a stumbling block, I suppose I could always tap a shoulder. Call in a favour with one of the engineers. One of the scientists.

Tony. Or Ray, for that matter. [ a soft hum. ] Ray might be best, actually. I fear the bells and whistles that would come with any Stark-design.

[ she speaks frankly, openly, candidly. more importantly? she calls him ray. not doctor palmer. not even raymond. ]