[ It's the answer he'd expected, and the one he would have given, in her shoes — until the end.]
Peggy, I didn't mean to — I should have said earlier. [ Something, anything, even though words aren't his strong suit. He put himself in a compromised position, he revealed himself to Peggy, agreed to work with her, didn't say how much secrecy or openness he expected, made the mistake of assuming they were the same. No, he made the mistake of thinking she was Roxy. Because Peggy is so much of her: from confidence to competence (and warmth, he thinks, that too). Of course it isn't that simple, in the end. Of course she's her own woman from her own agency with its own rules and tendencies. He swallows. ] I won't mention him. Swear down.
[ He pauses, then. Like her, he wants to snap again: Do I get to know what he thought of the drawings? Are you still thinking about not telling me that, too? Instead, he says, ] What did he think of the drawings, then?
[ Because of course she was going to tell him. They found them together, and whatever Cree thinks of them is an opinion they wont be privy to, so it was important to seek out another. Taking them to someone with a little bit more expertise in biology, with a proper informed medical background, had been her reason for sharing the sketches. Because even with her own passable knowledge — it is the Strategic Scientific Reserve, after all — a second set of eyes is always helpful. ]
Remember what I said when we found them? That I'd encountered a gas that triggered similar effects? Turns out that sort of thing isn't isolated to one world or the next. [ Her tone all but says big surprise. Science is both wonderful and horrific. ] He'd seen experiments before, too. In both instances, they were invented for chemical warfare with the projects shut down because of how disastrous the results were.
[ For John, it was H.O.U.N.D. that created such a thing to trigger fear in the enemy to weaken them and resulted in paranoia, insanity. For her, it was Howard Stark and his blasted Midnight Oil meant to keep soldiers on their feet for days — which induced psychosis, aggression. The results of sleep deprivation. And, of course, death ]
You saw the notes. You can imagine what the scientists working on such a thing are after. The cases John and I worked had those results as side effects, they were never meant to be fatal — but they were weaponised because of it. Which doesn't bode well for our little discovery since it seems quite intentional.
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Peggy, I didn't mean to — I should have said earlier. [ Something, anything, even though words aren't his strong suit. He put himself in a compromised position, he revealed himself to Peggy, agreed to work with her, didn't say how much secrecy or openness he expected, made the mistake of assuming they were the same. No, he made the mistake of thinking she was Roxy. Because Peggy is so much of her: from confidence to competence (and warmth, he thinks, that too). Of course it isn't that simple, in the end. Of course she's her own woman from her own agency with its own rules and tendencies. He swallows. ] I won't mention him. Swear down.
[ He pauses, then. Like her, he wants to snap again: Do I get to know what he thought of the drawings? Are you still thinking about not telling me that, too? Instead, he says, ] What did he think of the drawings, then?
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[ Because of course she was going to tell him. They found them together, and whatever Cree thinks of them is an opinion they wont be privy to, so it was important to seek out another. Taking them to someone with a little bit more expertise in biology, with a proper informed medical background, had been her reason for sharing the sketches. Because even with her own passable knowledge — it is the Strategic Scientific Reserve, after all — a second set of eyes is always helpful. ]
Remember what I said when we found them? That I'd encountered a gas that triggered similar effects? Turns out that sort of thing isn't isolated to one world or the next. [ Her tone all but says big surprise. Science is both wonderful and horrific. ] He'd seen experiments before, too. In both instances, they were invented for chemical warfare with the projects shut down because of how disastrous the results were.
[ For John, it was H.O.U.N.D. that created such a thing to trigger fear in the enemy to weaken them and resulted in paranoia, insanity. For her, it was Howard Stark and his blasted Midnight Oil meant to keep soldiers on their feet for days — which induced psychosis, aggression. The results of sleep deprivation. And, of course, death ]
You saw the notes. You can imagine what the scientists working on such a thing are after. The cases John and I worked had those results as side effects, they were never meant to be fatal — but they were weaponised because of it. Which doesn't bode well for our little discovery since it seems quite intentional.