[ a flicker of sorrow. a glimmer of guilt for even pushing it. but...

banner, banner, banner. why is that familiar? there's a momentary pause in peggy's expression while she runs through a whole storage facility of information hiding in the nooks and crannies of her mind. she hasn't got her notebooks on her, so she's got to do this the old fashioned way. and -- oh! tony said something about a doctor banner, once. gamma radiation. the hulk.

he was here? good god. ]

Salt in the wound. [ peggy won't dwell on the villainy for too long. to dissect it too much might verge on the voyeuristic. ] Insult to injury. Do you think it might have been because his mirror was trying to spur you onward or deter you?

[ or maybe it was simply torment. peggy doesn't ignore that possibility. ]