Peggy fights against the gasp, but it's a losing game. His fingers are just as clever now as they were before, he's just as clever as ever. "Don't pretend it's not your fault," is her mildly haughty retort, trying to keep some high ground despite the fact that she's practically putty in his hands. "I don't think that you should get to do anything until you take off something yourself," she says, gesturing at him with her fingers.

"I never did get a proper look at what Erskine's serum did to all of you," is her wicked, teasing reply.