Partners. [ he agrees, looking to her in return. Friends, coworkers, teammates, all wrapped up in a neat term for trust and support.
Before now, the details of Peggy's case (getting sacked, discovering the truth) are unknown to him, yes, but each admission tracks with what he knows of her. Doing the right thing and protecting her friends at her own expense. What she says about trust, too, speaks to her experience. By comparison, Eggsy is green. ]
Russian spies, huh? [ A rhetorical remark. He lets out a low whistle, impressed and a little amused at the stereotypical nature of it. Peggy lived before the Cold War and yet he thinks of that first — along with her light accusation that he might be a Russian spy himself, because of his preference for the Kingsman Tokarev.
They're a long way off from that moment. ]
We'll take it one person at a time, [ in a faux Russian accent, ] comrade.
[ First Claire. Eggsy will make an effort with Steve and then — well, they'll wait and see. ]
[ A Russian spy posing as a ballerina. The clichés had to come from somewhere! She doesn't elaborate on the training facility she and the Commandos found out beyond the Iron Curtain, nor does she say the reason the Russians infiltrated the SSR is because they brought them right through their doors. The point is that they were stopped.
His accent makes her laugh out loud, not unkindly. ]
Yes, one person at a — was that meant to be Russian? [ Peggy sits up on her elbows, looking over at him. ] If I thought there was any merit to learning another accent or language in this place, I'd offer to teach you. But as it stands, I think English and American will suit our needs just fine.
[ As if she can read his mind: ]
Maybe you'll pick up on the latter if you come over more, spend some time with Steve.
[ Her laugh makes him laugh. When they're both done, a smile replaces his prior neutrality.
And how does he spend more time with Steve? Can't go golfing or bowling. Not that Eggsy does either, uh, ever. They could get a pint together. Go for a run, maybe. Everything else on the planet is weird shit. Besides, what does Steve like? Great fucking flag on his shield, definitely was in the army, going steady with Peg: That's about the limit of his Steve-related intel. ]
[ arching his brows. ] If you're inviting me to dinner, I'll take it.
Dinner is a start. I should have done it months ago, honestly, but... [ But things were a mess. Still are, and likely always will be. This isn't the quiet life any of them probably thought it was, at first. But Peggy's never known what to do with the quiet life. ] He's set up a training club too. Self-defense classes, that sort of thing, to help people better protect themselves.
[ The kidnapping incident shook a lot of people to their core and Steve, as a victim, was amongst them. And beyond that, with the childhood he'd lived, it makes sense that he'd want to help people stay out of situations like that. Peggy sits up properly now, smoothing a hand over her crushed curls. ]
You strike me as the sort of man who might be interested.
[ JB trots in the door, barking at the two of them. A sign that they ought to get on with this clean-up job, perhaps.
Eggsy sits up, easing to his feet to give JB attention. The fight club interested him when it was first mentioned on the network. People need it to help them sleep at night as much as to defend themselves. If he had known how to protect himself against Dean — ]
I can make a few appearances. [ But he can't become a regular, not without drawing attention to himself, even as an ex-marine and current member of the guard. Someone will notice his high competence or, worse, they'll realise how expertly he can dull his abilities. Now, that's suspicious.
As he crouches to scratch JB, he spies Peggy over his shoulder. ]
[ She understands what he doesn't say, only because she'd felt similarly. She offered her help in terms of coaching the women who may be interested in a class or two, specifically a sparring partner who might be closer to their height and weight — and who would understand going up against someone who was twice of both. But too much, and it's suspicious. It's a fine line they tread. ]
He hasn't always been the way he is now. [ Broad shoulders and muscles, she means. It's not her story to tell, but that much is all right. ] If he can help people feel a little less small, then all the better. He remembers what it's like.
[ Peggy slides off the bed and goes to straighten it out. If he doesn't tuck it all in with sharp hospital corners, then she will. She rolls up her sleeves to get to work, since break time is over as decreed by JB. ]
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Before now, the details of Peggy's case (getting sacked, discovering the truth) are unknown to him, yes, but each admission tracks with what he knows of her. Doing the right thing and protecting her friends at her own expense. What she says about trust, too, speaks to her experience. By comparison, Eggsy is green. ]
Russian spies, huh? [ A rhetorical remark. He lets out a low whistle, impressed and a little amused at the stereotypical nature of it. Peggy lived before the Cold War and yet he thinks of that first — along with her light accusation that he might be a Russian spy himself, because of his preference for the Kingsman Tokarev.
They're a long way off from that moment. ]
We'll take it one person at a time, [ in a faux Russian accent, ] comrade.
[ First Claire. Eggsy will make an effort with Steve and then — well, they'll wait and see. ]
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His accent makes her laugh out loud, not unkindly. ]
Yes, one person at a — was that meant to be Russian? [ Peggy sits up on her elbows, looking over at him. ] If I thought there was any merit to learning another accent or language in this place, I'd offer to teach you. But as it stands, I think English and American will suit our needs just fine.
[ As if she can read his mind: ]
Maybe you'll pick up on the latter if you come over more, spend some time with Steve.
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And how does he spend more time with Steve? Can't go golfing or bowling. Not that Eggsy does either, uh, ever. They could get a pint together. Go for a run, maybe. Everything else on the planet is weird shit. Besides, what does Steve like? Great fucking flag on his shield, definitely was in the army, going steady with Peg: That's about the limit of his Steve-related intel. ]
[ arching his brows. ] If you're inviting me to dinner, I'll take it.
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Dinner is a start. I should have done it months ago, honestly, but... [ But things were a mess. Still are, and likely always will be. This isn't the quiet life any of them probably thought it was, at first. But Peggy's never known what to do with the quiet life. ] He's set up a training club too. Self-defense classes, that sort of thing, to help people better protect themselves.
[ The kidnapping incident shook a lot of people to their core and Steve, as a victim, was amongst them. And beyond that, with the childhood he'd lived, it makes sense that he'd want to help people stay out of situations like that. Peggy sits up properly now, smoothing a hand over her crushed curls. ]
You strike me as the sort of man who might be interested.
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Eggsy sits up, easing to his feet to give JB attention. The fight club interested him when it was first mentioned on the network. People need it to help them sleep at night as much as to defend themselves. If he had known how to protect himself against Dean — ]
I can make a few appearances. [ But he can't become a regular, not without drawing attention to himself, even as an ex-marine and current member of the guard. Someone will notice his high competence or, worse, they'll realise how expertly he can dull his abilities. Now, that's suspicious.
As he crouches to scratch JB, he spies Peggy over his shoulder. ]
It's good work.
[ He wishes he could help more. ]
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He hasn't always been the way he is now. [ Broad shoulders and muscles, she means. It's not her story to tell, but that much is all right. ] If he can help people feel a little less small, then all the better. He remembers what it's like.
[ Peggy slides off the bed and goes to straighten it out. If he doesn't tuck it all in with sharp hospital corners, then she will. She rolls up her sleeves to get to work, since break time is over as decreed by JB. ]
I'd say we all do, in our own ways.