womanofvalue | overflow post

[from here]

[Well, if that's the case, then Peggy is never going to say no to a little bit of control. She adjusts the towel a touch so that she can push it off enough that her body is on display (seeing as Lucas has seen far more than just this). With that out of the way, she beckons him closer with a finger, eager for his company again.]

In that case, come to bed and entertain me by letting me go on top.

[from here

She's glad that she's not being held accountable to remembering the name, though it's not that she doesn't like him (he's certainly a reminder of more dangerous fantasies), it's just that there's so many new people. Reaching out to shake his hand, she tries to focus on the warmth of his palm and not the heat of the shame at forgetting.]

And I'm Peggy, in case the forgetting goes both ways, which I wouldn't blame you for.

[Though, did she ever introduce herself? She suspects not, perhaps she'd been trying at some modesty.]

Are you looking for a partner in any of these games of yours? Now that I'm living a life with extra time?

[from here]

Rogue, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Peggy.

[She speaks about space with the sort of ease that has Peggy a little jealous, honestly, given that she's still getting used to it. Never mind aliens and strange substances and a mission she's only barely dipping her toes into, even though she knows it won't be long before she's up to speed.]

I think my first question is how it's all possible, though I don't know how small a question that is. It seems a bit overly coordinated, doesn't it, to get all of us here?

[from here

When he moves towards her and she can't duck in time, she hears her ears go ringing, shaking her head briskly to try and right herself so that she's back in the game, but there's a chiding cluck of her tongue as she eyes Shaw, bent over a touch as she readies herself for the next strike.]

I thought we had a deal, you and I. That seems like enough of a hit to me to earn at least one story of what you've been up to.

[Not to mention it will give her a chance to assess his defenses and see where to go next, though Peggy is always partial to a good hit to the head, seeing as her own ears are already ringing a bit from the knock.]

[from here

What type, indeed. Peggy hasn't ever said yes to any of the experiments, so she's not entirely sure what it is they do behind closed doors, but she's fairly sure that she wouldn't be a willing participant.]

I admit, I've been interfering more in people getting enrolled than anything, but they seem to want samples, for the most part.

[For now, at least. She knows all too darkly well what happens when they get those and discover they're useful.]

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