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[retravel]

[ Another fair point, agent. Fitz scrunches his features. ]

He's — [ you can't just ask what he doesn't like about it deke!!! ] — just — the worst. Awkward. Keen. [ Sound familiar? ] And nosy. Always interrupting.

[ It's called being friendly, grandpa. ]

[revlon]

[ His answer doesn't elicit an outright laugh (because it takes a bit of doing to get one out of her and they are still fresh acquaintances here) but she smiles briefly around her mouthful of whisky. No, they don't know each other very well, but the way he fumbles his answer is telling.

It is certainly a curious and likely frustrating situation to be in all around, people dropping in and out of their respective time streams. A future grandchild! (Does she have any out there in the world? Good Lord.) But Fitz's answer carries less heat than she expected. ]

Sounds to me as though he's simply... young. Careful, agent, [ she says mildly. She is absolutely amused, but that could just be a comfortable warmth from the drink, too. ] You're starting to sound about as old as my calendar years.

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[ Events that fall under "improbable to the point of being impossible and yet", alongside ghost dimensions and Asgardian enchantresses: Agent Peggy Carter reading him for filth.

He coughs on his drink, caught off guard by how swiftly her mild advice turned wry. Her observations about Deke are astute, in some ways. Despite his years and experience of trauma, he shares the energy of a younger Fitz, who weathered troubled times with less wonder. ]

Yeah, well. [ There's no disputing that, even without the cardigans. ] Means I'll never outgrow my personality.

[revlon]

That's no bad thing.

[ Age could just as well mean wisdom as it does crankiness. God knows she's more than capable of both and then some when the days have grown long and the war cold. But only one of the two apply here; and even though she still feels restless, this is the first bit of peace and quiet she's had in hours. (The day does feel endless: she's essentially lived two, hasn't she?)

She's not the only one. She'd be surprised if anyone was sleeping soundly around here, working to solve... whatever this is. ]

You did keep a level head in the basement. [ Given the circumstances. ] I know men who wouldn't have handled the situation half as well.