[ hah. she breathes out a bitter laugh and touches one finely manicured fingertip to the bridge of her nose. like staving off a headache, or at least trying to survive it long enough until the gin arrives. peggy fears she'll never get used to the new hums and growls and bleeps of this modern world. once upon a time, 1940s new york had been a roaring loud place. but this city is louder still. ]
[ For all that Bobbi does her best to be cool and aloof, there's always something of a concern for a fellow agent. She feels it the most when she's with Coulson's little rag-tag group but of course it can extend to a woman like Peggy.
She's just glad Hunter's never paid close enough attention to realise how much of a mother hen she is. ]
God, no. [ she waggles those same fingertips. a little dismissive; a little demure. ] At least -- not with any intention of doing so. But being the odd duck out of an entire era can come with its own manner of headaches and migraines.
[ she can't imagine what it must have been like for steve: constantly questioned; constantly surprised. or maybe he'd taken it well in stride. she can't be certain. his work with the avengers initiative keeps her further from her than she'd like. ]
You know, I had a young man -- a new recruit -- ask me whether I found it disconcerting to use a light-switch. I had to bite down on my tongue before I asked from which century he believed I'd been torn.
[ seventy years is a long time, but some of the wider-eyed agents (who didn't know any better) treated her as though she was downright medieval. ]
i am so sorry i've been in such an rp rut lately that i've only been doing game tags!
Oh, boy. [ Bobbi's amusement is more at the situation itself and not at all directed at poor Peggy's plight. ] It's a shame you did, actually. New recruits can have a habit of opening their mouths before their brains are in gear. And we get a lot of ... foreign visitors. It's only a while before there's another kind of incident. And I hate the paperwork.
[ Thankfully the bartender brings over the two tall glasses at that moment so she doesn't have to worry about typing cramps and muscle strain from being bent over a desk. Bobbi lifts her own and holds it out. ] Cheers.
[ the clink is visceral: glass against glass, with a slosh of drink accompanying. the rattle of ice. this ritual makes the first sip all that much sweeter; she's certain of it. it's hard to escape the solemnity of tradition, even on an early evening such as this one.
peggy smiles. ] Not one for riding the desk, are we?
[ Bobbi takes a sip and shrugs. ] No, not really. I prefer to get my hands dirty.
[ She's good at what she does and part of that is filling in forms. But she can't deny she has preferences. ] I imagine it would have been a little easier before the whole health and safety of the nineties thing came into play.
Goodness. [ her patience surfaces. perhaps peggy could make an argument about all the things that made past decades more difficult, but she isn't here to make stands. after all, there's a great deal of truth to what bobbi suggests. ] Something akin to that. I'll admit to one thing: getting your bloody work done was paradoxically simpler when there wasn't a billion little machines recording your every move.
[ cameras. computers. odd little phones. it's all so invasive. ]
[ Being a spy meant being off the radar. And the radar reached far and wide now. Everything was online, everything was so easy to record and track and manage. Especially with people glued to their phones. ] Twitter's kind of a drag. I've never really been a social network kind of girl though. Too many opportunities for jerks to embarass themselves.
[ Like her ex-husband and his drunken dick pics. ]
As if Friday night 'round the dart board isn't embarrassing enough for most.
[ a mild smile -- hidden beneath a thick layer of severity. but they are both of them spies here, and so neither of them need to try too hard to express the manner of raw emotions which make themselves known in a hundred other smaller ways. ]
[ Ah, the lovely feeling of empowered women. Bobbi should probably have brought Jemma and Skye, made it a proper ladies night. ]
You know, a g and t isn't actually all that bad. Maybe I should learn to appreciate alcohols on their own accord instead of dumping them all in and topping it off with a cocktail umbrella.
[ her smirk is...mild. withdrawn, regardless of how friendly she feels. there is always a stark bubble of distance between peggy and the world around her. set apart -- professional. ]
Anything worth drinking takes a little time and patience. I'd say quite the same applies to anything worth doing as well.
[ Bobbi's good at being friendly. She's all open smiles and sweetness. But sometimes it's more of a ploy than anything. Right now though, she wants only to make the other woman relax. She can't imagine it's all fun and games for her. ]
Except kicking ass. The faster the better.
[ She sips again at her drink, enjoying the way it burns. ] Anyway, work should be off the table for tonight.
Understood. [ her mouth quirks. ] Loud and clear. But of course, I suppose if I instead asked you anything about your past you'd be as good as obligated to lie to me.
[ spies: always a little tricksome. lying, not for a lack of friendship or kindness but because there's so little safety in telling the truth. ]
We could start with where you're from. I know so little about you, Agent Morse. [ her smile is toothy. almost woflish, except that she means nothing cruel by it. nothing truly predatory beyond a slavering curiousity. ]
I find myself once again at a disadvantage: my service is a matter of record to you and your colleagues. My dossiers well-read, I'm certain. A question or three might level the field. [ a tilt of her chin. ] A little.
( ooc: frick. google-fu is failing me so i have no idea. /makes up details. )
Originally? California. But I've been all over from a pretty early age. [ She takes another sip of her drink, smiles encouraging. ] My dad was kind of a traveller. He liked to explore. Mom too.
( ooc: make it all up!! headcanon is a joy. no judgement here. )
Much to your benefit, it sounds. [ or perhaps it doesn't sound like that -- but she must spin it one way or another, for she's certain bobbi spins it often enough all on her own. ] I've not seen the Western coast. Not yet, at least.
[ She's always been careful with her stories. The only thing she can't cover up is her failed marriage considering Lance is a large and loud part of SHIELD life. Maybe even he doesn't know the true Bobbi.
But she's a spy. Spies do what spies have to do. ] You probably deserve a vacation more than the rest of us.
[ a raise of her glass. heavens above, but it's nothing like a vacation. not at all. to be torn from what's familiar and thrust into a world where no one was quite certain whether to treat you like an interloper or a fossil? but she had to confess she did less daring-do in this era than in her own.
Stuck with SHIELD twenty-four-seven does not seem like a vacation to me.
[ But she can understand - or at least she believes she can. Peggy's been torn from her own world and they still don't know how to get her back, don't even know if they can. There's so much to consider and she's kind of glad it's not on her to work out the ethics of time travel. But it must be hell regardless. ]
You're here, you can't change that. But you can tell people to get lost every once in a while.
[ perhaps they shouldn't still be talking about 'work', but peggy can't help but shrewdly ask: ] And if it were you? What would you change about -- everything?
[ she refrains from saying the word aloud -- SHIELD. ]
I don't really have my sights set on a position of power. I prefer flying planes and punching things.
[ Toying with her drink. ] But, there have been mistakes. A lot of them. And I've watched friends being hammered down because they ruined the smooth finish. I don't like that. I never have.
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[ hah. she breathes out a bitter laugh and touches one finely manicured fingertip to the bridge of her nose. like staving off a headache, or at least trying to survive it long enough until the gin arrives. peggy fears she'll never get used to the new hums and growls and bleeps of this modern world. once upon a time, 1940s new york had been a roaring loud place. but this city is louder still. ]
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[ For all that Bobbi does her best to be cool and aloof, there's always something of a concern for a fellow agent. She feels it the most when she's with Coulson's little rag-tag group but of course it can extend to a woman like Peggy.
She's just glad Hunter's never paid close enough attention to realise how much of a mother hen she is. ]
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[ she can't imagine what it must have been like for steve: constantly questioned; constantly surprised. or maybe he'd taken it well in stride. she can't be certain. his work with the avengers initiative keeps her further from her than she'd like. ]
You know, I had a young man -- a new recruit -- ask me whether I found it disconcerting to use a light-switch. I had to bite down on my tongue before I asked from which century he believed I'd been torn.
[ seventy years is a long time, but some of the wider-eyed agents (who didn't know any better) treated her as though she was downright medieval. ]
i am so sorry i've been in such an rp rut lately that i've only been doing game tags!
[ Thankfully the bartender brings over the two tall glasses at that moment so she doesn't have to worry about typing cramps and muscle strain from being bent over a desk. Bobbi lifts her own and holds it out. ] Cheers.
oh never apologize! it's all cool c:
peggy smiles. ] Not one for riding the desk, are we?
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[ She's good at what she does and part of that is filling in forms. But she can't deny she has preferences. ] I imagine it would have been a little easier before the whole health and safety of the nineties thing came into play.
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[ cameras. computers. odd little phones. it's all so invasive. ]
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[ Being a spy meant being off the radar. And the radar reached far and wide now. Everything was online, everything was so easy to record and track and manage. Especially with people glued to their phones. ] Twitter's kind of a drag. I've never really been a social network kind of girl though. Too many opportunities for jerks to embarass themselves.
[ Like her ex-husband and his drunken dick pics. ]
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[ a mild smile -- hidden beneath a thick layer of severity. but they are both of them spies here, and so neither of them need to try too hard to express the manner of raw emotions which make themselves known in a hundred other smaller ways. ]
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[ Ah, the lovely feeling of empowered women. Bobbi should probably have brought Jemma and Skye, made it a proper ladies night. ]
You know, a g and t isn't actually all that bad. Maybe I should learn to appreciate alcohols on their own accord instead of dumping them all in and topping it off with a cocktail umbrella.
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Anything worth drinking takes a little time and patience. I'd say quite the same applies to anything worth doing as well.
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Except kicking ass. The faster the better.
[ She sips again at her drink, enjoying the way it burns. ] Anyway, work should be off the table for tonight.
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[ spies: always a little tricksome. lying, not for a lack of friendship or kindness but because there's so little safety in telling the truth. ]
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Probably. [ Leaning back in her chair and looking as relaxed as anything. ] You can still ask.
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I find myself once again at a disadvantage: my service is a matter of record to you and your colleagues. My dossiers well-read, I'm certain. A question or three might level the field. [ a tilt of her chin. ] A little.
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Originally? California. But I've been all over from a pretty early age. [ She takes another sip of her drink, smiles encouraging. ] My dad was kind of a traveller. He liked to explore. Mom too.
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Much to your benefit, it sounds. [ or perhaps it doesn't sound like that -- but she must spin it one way or another, for she's certain bobbi spins it often enough all on her own. ] I've not seen the Western coast. Not yet, at least.
Someday.
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[ She's always been careful with her stories. The only thing she can't cover up is her failed marriage considering Lance is a large and loud part of SHIELD life. Maybe even he doesn't know the true Bobbi.
But she's a spy. Spies do what spies have to do. ] You probably deserve a vacation more than the rest of us.
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[ a raise of her glass. heavens above, but it's nothing like a vacation. not at all. to be torn from what's familiar and thrust into a world where no one was quite certain whether to treat you like an interloper or a fossil? but she had to confess she did less daring-do in this era than in her own.
perhaps that's the problem. ]
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[ But she can understand - or at least she believes she can. Peggy's been torn from her own world and they still don't know how to get her back, don't even know if they can. There's so much to consider and she's kind of glad it's not on her to work out the ethics of time travel. But it must be hell regardless. ]
You're here, you can't change that. But you can tell people to get lost every once in a while.
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asdfjgfkd can't believe i did that /o\
[ She's good at following orders, yes. But she's also not great at being pinned down. ]
aha. it's cool. c:
[ she refrains from saying the word aloud -- SHIELD. ]
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[ Toying with her drink. ] But, there have been mistakes. A lot of them. And I've watched friends being hammered down because they ruined the smooth finish. I don't like that. I never have.
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The finishes are rarely smooth. We should all be grateful to finish at all. Where are you friends now?