[Oh, but there is so much to unpack in that eagerly-given description, isn't there? Peggy Carter, forever memorialized not for her own accomplishments, but rather the affair-that-never-was between her and Steve Rogers. Never mind the fact that Peter's actually talking to the man who could claim a relationship with her now; for too long a pause, Rip simply sits and marvels at Peter's admiration, so utterly pure and naive.]

--A word of caution, mate. [Because really, Peter does seem a nice kid, and he doesn't deserve to throw himself to the metaphorical lions like that.] Should you meet her, keep that particular description to yourself, hmm?

[For his own sake.

But that moment of poorly-worded hero worship aside, Rip shakes his head when Peter implies that the guards would be the ones worse for wear.] Unfortunately, we were both outnumbered and unarmed. While I would personally love to see the guards forced to choke on their own swill, Miss Carter caught the worst of it--and she's as miffed about the results as you might expect.