[ He crosses the room slowly, taking in the half-lived-in state with cursory glances. Unfinished. It fits with Percy being in stasis for god knows how long.
After a long moment, he comes up beside her and kisses her on the cheek. ]
Hey, Peg.
[ If they hugged, he doesn't think that he'd hold it together, so he moves to dry and store the finished dishes instead. ]
[ She leans over to receive the greeting, a reflex by now but the gesture is never any less touching for it. He knows, by now, that she is not an overly affectionate sort of person — not because she doesn't feel like it, because God, does she feel too much and too deeply. But with their friendship and partnership coming up on nearly a year now, some things have been well earned.
Which is why she knows when to give him an out, here. ]
I'd give you a hug, [ says the woman who Does Not Hug as a rule, ] but I'd hate to get your things all wet. [ On the countertop by the sink is the golden brooch of Olympia and after a few moments, she inclines her head to it. ] I'm not sure what to do with that.
[ She doesn't think he ever used it; seems a waste of a good spell. ]
[ JB sits near Eggsy's feet, obedient for the moment.
At the excuse over forgoing a hug, he smiles to himself, attention focused on the plates. ]
You should hold onto it. [ said simply. ] 'Least for a little while.
[ not keep it, when there's still a chance of his return in some form, but Eggsy isn't foolish or even an optimist. Peggy should have it. She deserved one, in the first place, and she won't misuse it. ]
[ She huffs out a breath at that. So much for suggesting he take it after spending his own shield at the Institute. But she also knows he'd press the issue if she disagreed so she simply nods. (Percy hadn't been pleased to learn she didn't get one, either. Seems fitting.) ]
It will be perfectly safe with me. [ The jewellery box that holds a few trinkets, some less mundane than others. ] We'll give it a few days. I know the odds aren't ideal, [ she says, knowing full well they've both lost more than a few friends over the past few months, ] but we can hope.
[ JB barks in reply, moving from his spot to nip at her heels. ]
That's all we can do. [ helpless yet a teensy bit hopeful. ]
[ At Peggy's acquiescence, relief softens his features. He hadn't expected it to be this easy (entangled as it is in things that are unfailingly messy). ]
We broke in, the least we can do is make it a little nicer than how we found it.
[ That's not what breaking in usually entails as both of them are well aware, but the mood feels so heavy in the air, she's doing her best to lighten it. This is a hard one to swallow; but John had been harder. Peggy can bottle up what she can and take it out for self-examination later, but right now her priority is Eggsy.
Seems like he takes these sort of things harder than most. (She remembers how he shut her out after Henry DeVere left.) She doesn't think any less of him for it. In fact, she wishes she were as open, sometimes. But that wasn't the done thing in her time, in her position, in her place in society. ]
He doesn't have to know we were ever here. [ She smiles briefly, bumping her shoulder gently to his. Familiar, familial. ] Our speciality.
[ He feels like people disappear as soon as they begin to know him well. He told James what he was, and he was gone within the month. Because of her powers, Jean figured it out — and then she was gone.
Percy now, too.
People die. People leave. That's true on any planet. ]
Mm. [ A hum of acknowledgment. Her gesture even makes his mouth wrinkle, nearly a smile. He leans back against the counter, hands curled on the edge. ] Our specialty on good days.
[ On bad days, students see him tilting at robots. ]
[ She almost laughs, but it sounds more like an exhale. ]
Most of our days are good, [ she points out gently. ] And I daresay our little adventure went better than expected, given that we're still here.
[ They could have been hauled in by the Guard or Evras or Cree himself for calling attention to his hidden agenda. And yet they've somehow, miraculously, remained under the radar — and have done for months. She puts away the last utensil and wipes her hands on a dish towel, studying him quietly. While she's aware this is a promise that's unfair of her to make because she cannot possibly keep it. So much of this is beyond their control. But she reaches over to rest her hand over his on the countertop and says: ]
I'm still here. And I'm not going anywhere — not if I can help it.
[ His gaze flickers down to their hands and then back to her face. He can tell she's worried in some capacity — trying to comfort him more than deal with anything herself.
You can't help it, he wants to say, but of course Peggy knows that. And it's a childish retort, anyway. No one can help it, not here, not on Earth. Not any more than his father, Harry, or his friends among the refugees.
Ultimately, he shrugs. He'd been foolish enough to say something similar to Bellamy and receive it in return. I don't know what I'd without you. "Good thing you don't have to find out." On the contrary, Eggsy would find out soon enough. ]
Me either. [ It's a small comfort, but that's all he feels capable of offering.
For a spy, he prefers not to lie, so he shifts, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before he walks away, toward Percy's bedroom. Then, casually tossed over his shoulder — ] I should invest in a fake mustache.
[ She's not one for empty promises, but that wasn't one when it comes down to it. Not if I can help it. It would never be her choice to leave behind anyone she cares about; no man left behind was something drilled into her for years. And while that was easier for soldiers than spies, the sentiment remains. (Once upon a time, in a bombed out London pub, she told Steve he wouldn't be alone in his fight. Not long after, when he pointed the nose of a plane towards the Arctic ice, she was with him until the line went dead. He wasn't alone.)
She watches Eggsy go, put in whatever distance he needs between them and the moment. The quip has her raising an eyebrow but she stays where she is, lest he feel that she's hovering. ]
I happen to think you'd look terrible in one, [ comes the equally casual reply. She's not wrong. ] Which may be a good enough reason to do it. May I ask why?
[ That makes him bark a laugh from the bedroom, and he peaks out behind the door-frame, chin tilted up and brows arched in challenge. ]
Worried my handsome face is too much otherwise? [ Yeah, right. 'Course he doesn't let the quip hang out for long. ] I went out in broad daylight on a job and put my face to it. My glasses. My suit. My hair.
[ Would a Kingsman handler have allowed that? Most of his practice missions were less covert, except for the honeypot, but even then he hadn't been worried about exposure.
He ducks back into the bedroom in search of spare sheets, but his voice carries into the hall. ]
This ain't London. [ A sea of people, from all over the country and the world, countless boys who look and sound like him. ] The world's too small.
[ She follows him into the bedroom when he carries on the conversation, her gait hardly carrying a trace of a limp now that she's had some time to recover. But she doesn't cross beyond the doorway, leaning against it instead with her arms crossed as she watches him fuss with the bed. ]
It is, [ she agrees. It's why she still goes out and about in her trademark 1940s style — the trademark is what she's after. So the second she does other work, all of that disappears and Peggy Carter with it, replaced by a nondescript native. But: ] Don't be so hard on yourself, Eggsy. We only ever accounted for me going undercover, not the pair of us. How were we supposed to know the entire assignment would go to hell in a hand basket?
[ She exhales. The thing is, she should have known. Account for every possible outcome. She's not green. But robots? ]
[ He finds half of what he's looking for: Sheets, no pillow cases. His stomach twists, another twinge at the loss of Percy. Figures a sixteen-year-old boy wouldn't have a perfectly sorted or filled apartment.
In fairness, the only reason Eggsy's flat is organised is because of his time in the military, and it's only well-equipped because of Harry. ]
We should have accounted for it. [ said neutrally. In a larger operation, someone would have considered the scenario where Eggsy faced witnessed or perhaps even was snapped by a robotic camera.
He only says we because she said it first. The part of him that is hard on himself thinks he alone is to blame for any exposure. Considering the manhunt and ban on supposed traitors like Rocket, he doesn't take the scenario lightly.
He sets the wrinkled sheets on the side table. ] And for severe injuries.
[ His mouth gives him away then, corners tipping downward. Her wound scared him. And without a doctor in the loop anymore, who could they turn to in the event of something worse? If the bullet had punctured her gut instead — without infrastructure, handlers, mentors and back-up, everything is harder. ]
[ She does catch the shift in his expression and her own mirrors it, almost unconsciously. But while he thinks of her, she's thinking of him — one man against two machines wielding blades, his agility the only thing saving him from being bloody impaled. Compared to that, being shot is nothing. (Then again, it's true; what would they have done if either of them suffered anything worse? Vital organs, arteries, bones. Eventually they'll need to loop someone in that can help them there, likely in other places too. Someone on the outside with their ear to the ground.)
Another breath, and then she — laughs, a little. Trying to ease the mood, the tension. It's not dismissive, it's almost self-deprecating, if she did that sort of thing. But the smile she wears is gentle. ]
It looked worse than it was. [ Peggy crosses to him, ostensibly to help. ] It wasn't the first time I've been shot, either; my third, in fact. [ But a grand total of four scars; the two in her shoulder were one unfortunate afternoon in enemy territory. ] And now my left and right legs match.
[ She ducks her head a little to catch his eye; all joking aside: ]
It's dangerous, what we do. But we wouldn't be in this business if we didn't think we could handle it.
[ Peggy Carter is tough. He doesn't doubt that. And for once, he's the one pressing, pushing at boundaries and fishing for serious answers, while she lightens the mood. He lifts the pillows off the bed, chucking them into a chair in the corner. Great aim, as ever, but it's a bit of a laddy move. Makes him more relaxed, trying to warm the mood, too. ]
We can handle it. [ He agrees with a nod and a particularly accurate toss. ]
But we need to loop someone in — [ His expression shifts, more apologetic. ] — not just Roxy. [ who he made the call to include, even if he and Peggy made it a near inevitability when they arrived at his flat visibly injured. ] We need a medic.
[ At the minimum. They'd be better off with more help and resources, but that's too ambitious for what they're up to presently. ]
[ Her smile flickers at that, goes a little more sad on the edges, even as she watches him tidy up a room in a way she certainly wouldn't. ]
We need John. [ It's the first time she's talked about him beyond informing others he'd gone back to stasis. That box she tucks everything away into rattles but doesn't burst open. ] Inconsiderate of him, taking a nap when we needed him most.
[ No, that's uncharitable. She sighs, sets a hand on her hip. ]
You're not wrong. A medic on call would be wise, especially if we're expected to take on more jobs like the last one. [ Which is likely, since Cree now knows they're capable of it. ] And I happen to know someone who is qualified. I'd trust her with my life. Only...
[ She looks over at him and she knows he'll be able to read her expression. Only she doesn't know who I am. Not really. Claire Fraser has known her for close to a year now and has never learned the truth. It's a hard conversation to have. ]
[ His chest aches for her, for how much she trusted John, how he arrived in the first group with her. Every disappearance bruises the heart, but some cause greater harm. It's only natural, when every connection is unique.
And then she mentions Claire. He knows who she means. Hell, he had briefly considered suggesting her because of the obvious friendship between Peggy and Claire, only... it's that crucial, unsaid phrase that held him back. He doesn't know how much Peggy has told anyone of her career if she hasn't explicitly mentioned it. His brows knit, expression turning pained in sympathy. ]
Reckon he'd agree that you need him. [ He was a snarky one, that John. ]
[ He stops fussing with the bed, hands flat against the sheets, to regard Peggy. It's important that he pays attention, in this moment — that he does his damnedest to understand how she feels. ]
Do you want to tell her? [ This isn't the same as briefing an agent who signed up for secrets and danger. Claire wouldn't have a real choice in the matter: She'd only agree to know something that she hadn't before now. And knowing is enough to make someone a target. ] We can find someone else, between you and me looking, sussing people out.
[ She laughs shortly at his first comment and doesn't refute it; why would she? The man had insisted she tell him about Cree, the Gilded Cage, her partner because he wanted to be as prepared as he could be for the eventuality — not possibility — that she'd get into a fix and need his help. Too true, Eggsy.
Then he asks the next thing and she looks over at him, lips still curved in a smile, but more subdued. Almost resigned. ]
If you think we'll find another refugee who's experienced in combat medicine as well as a qualified surgeon on top of being trustworthy enough to keep both our secrets, be my guest. But you and I both know that's a tall order to fill.
[ There's a stretch of silence as she lets that hang in the air, then she sits on the bed, never mind that it was halfway to being neatly made. Yes, telling Claire would make her a potential target. Yes, telling Claire could possibly throw a wrench in their friendship because of how long she kept the truth from her. But — ]
It's kind of you to ask, Eggsy, but whether or not I want to tell her doesn't matter. We have to be practical about this.
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[ He mirrors her expression: A sad smile. There are few refugees with medical experience, according to his network spying, and most of the magical sorts prefer science over healing. Claire is the most qualified, practically and emotionally. Although Eggsy only knows her on a shallow level, Peggy's trust leaves him without doubts.
This is different from when Peggy spoke to John on the side and brought her findings to Eggsy, or when he succinctly explained their status to Roxy. This is a partnership. They make this decision together, though the consequences are greater for Peggy. ]
Take your time. [ Not you really don't have to, or I'll look for someone else first. Another offer would be softened for her sake, when Peggy deserves undecorated frankness. He follows her example, sitting on the bed beside. Funny how they've ended up having this conversation here, in their sleeping friend's home.
He bumps their shoulders. ]
However you want to do it — we do it that way.
[ We again. He assumes that Peggy will want to tell her alone, and leave room for Claire's response — that Eggsy's part in all this will come later. ]
[ He bumps their shoulders but she leans into his in return, not because she's tired (although this conversation certainly makes her feel that way) but because of the support. God, but she appreciates how keenly he understands this: the difficulties, the struggles of the life they lead, the friendship born of all of it. She thought Steve Rogers would be the only person on this planet who would know the truth of her and had been prepared to let that weigh on the pair of them for as long as they were awake. But Eggsy?
Honestly, thank God for Eggsy Unwin. ]
However way I do it won't be easy, [ she says with a soft huff of breath. Not quite a laugh. This is a headache waiting to happen. ] She's got so much on her plate. That's part of the reason why I never told her, I didn't want to add more to it. With John back in stasis, you are the only person who knows — apart from Steve, of course.
[ Though God, did the pair of them have one hell of a talk when she came home from the mission at the Institute. He had no idea about Cree but now he does. The truth is just spilling out now, despite Peggy's best efforts to keep it contained. ]
Everyone else just thinks I manned radios during the war and became a secretary after. Claire included. How would you take it if you'd confided in me from the day we met only to learn I'd been keeping something from you for nearly a year?
[ Only him and Steve. It's an elite club, then. While Eggsy isn't overconfident in relationships, other things discussions with Peggy (and outright declarations of trust and support), have led him to believe she trusts him more than most of her companions, at least with this part of herself.
It helps that he trusts her with his life, as he told Roxy unblinkingly, and other pieces of himself that he buries — that few have seen.
And when she leans in this time, he allows the closeness to linger. This gesture isn't linked to the wound opened by Percy's loss. Secrecy and lies don't burn or cut. They erode. Slow, almost imperceptibly so, and erosion wears you down to your marrow eventually. ]
Well. [ an exhale. ] I'm notoriously stroppy. [ True, as she knows, but has been patient enough to avoid mentioning aloud. ] So, badly. [ He means it somewhat jokingly, though there's truth nestled in it. ] She cares about you.
[ She laughs a little at that keen sense of self-observation. She's been on the receiving end of his moods on more than one occasion but has never held it against him. She is glad that they came to trust each other the way the did, that admitting to this shared profession has helped rather than hindered. She doesn't know where she'd be now without his partnership as well as friendship.
So now it's a matter of extending that some courtesy to Claire. It's not a chat she's looking forward to but one she feels has been building up and up and up for some time, now. ]
I know. I don't doubt it. I just hope she understands that the secrets we keep are never to save our own skins or because we don't trust our friends. But, [ she sighs, ] I can't predict how she'll react. We'll simply have to hope for the best and keep our heads down in the meantime.
[ He falls back on the bed, laughing in a breathless sort of way. It releases tension. Percy won't mind, if he ever returns — they're changing the sheets, anyway.
As for Claire, he defers to Peggy on that matter. If Peggy isn't sure, then her reaction is truly uncertain. Wait and see, as ever. Even with lower level and higher frequency missions on the ground, spying involves more waiting than any other activity. Waiting and watching, waiting and listening, waiting and hiding. ]
Oi, I said a mustache. Jesus, Peg. A goatee! [ in the tone of why, I'd never. ]
[ He adjusts his gaze, moving from the ceiling and back to Peggy. When he speaks, his voice is even. ]
How did Steve handle the news of your injury?
[ It's too much to hide, even if it has healed... faster than he would have expected. He wouldn't have noticed, if that hadn't been the case after the rescue mission as well. Of course, he doesn't think anything of it yet. ]
[ She breaks into a smile, pleased to have earned such a reaction. It relaxes the tightness in her shoulders and she sits back on the heels of her palms, looking down at him. She had told Mr Jarvis she wasn't one for the cinema and that she didn't much care for life in Hollywood, but that doesn't mean she's never seen a motion picture in her life. But — ]
You've got a jawline like Errol Flynn, [ she teases, ] we have to mask it somehow.
[ And that lingers for a stretch or two before the subject changes and with it, the relative ease in the air. Not his fault. She's mid-breath when he asks and it stops for a moment before being released in a silent exhale; and now Peggy is the one who falls onto her back on the bed next to him. ]
As well as could be expected. [ It hadn't been an entirely pleasant conversation, but like the one she's to have with Claire, it had been building up for some time. ] I've hidden a few things from him, but a limp was by far the trickiest. The rest came spilling out from there.
[ Not his name or his involvement. She'd never. But that's a given. ]
[ The significance of Errol Flynn mostly flies over his head, but Eggsy can assume from the context that he was some vintage celeb. He brushes a hand over his face and pushes back his hair, caught between flattered and flustered.
When she falls back beside him, he tips his head to get a sideways look at her, more out of politeness than any visual cues afforded to him. ]
Fair enough. [ After Steve noticed the injury, more lies would only worsen the situation. ] Let me know if there's anything I can do. [ Besides commiserate, which is a given. ] If it would make him feel better to know who was with you —
[ He trails off. Eggsy doesn't have a relationship with Steve, partly by his own design. Would knowing it was Eggsy with Peggy help? Hard to say, but he puts it out there.
Roxy knows that he runs operations with Peggy, after all. ]
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After a long moment, he comes up beside her and kisses her on the cheek. ]
Hey, Peg.
[ If they hugged, he doesn't think that he'd hold it together, so he moves to dry and store the finished dishes instead. ]
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Which is why she knows when to give him an out, here. ]
I'd give you a hug, [ says the woman who Does Not Hug as a rule, ] but I'd hate to get your things all wet. [ On the countertop by the sink is the golden brooch of Olympia and after a few moments, she inclines her head to it. ] I'm not sure what to do with that.
[ She doesn't think he ever used it; seems a waste of a good spell. ]
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At the excuse over forgoing a hug, he smiles to himself, attention focused on the plates. ]
You should hold onto it. [ said simply. ] 'Least for a little while.
[ not keep it, when there's still a chance of his return in some form, but Eggsy isn't foolish or even an optimist. Peggy should have it. She deserved one, in the first place, and she won't misuse it. ]
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It will be perfectly safe with me. [ The jewellery box that holds a few trinkets, some less mundane than others. ] We'll give it a few days. I know the odds aren't ideal, [ she says, knowing full well they've both lost more than a few friends over the past few months, ] but we can hope.
Isn't that right, JB?
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That's all we can do. [ helpless yet a teensy bit hopeful. ]
[ At Peggy's acquiescence, relief softens his features. He hadn't expected it to be this easy (entangled as it is in things that are unfailingly messy). ]
He's lucky we ain't leaving shit to get moldy.
[ as if Eggsy hasn't done this before. ]
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[ That's not what breaking in usually entails as both of them are well aware, but the mood feels so heavy in the air, she's doing her best to lighten it. This is a hard one to swallow; but John had been harder. Peggy can bottle up what she can and take it out for self-examination later, but right now her priority is Eggsy.
Seems like he takes these sort of things harder than most. (She remembers how he shut her out after Henry DeVere left.) She doesn't think any less of him for it. In fact, she wishes she were as open, sometimes. But that wasn't the done thing in her time, in her position, in her place in society. ]
He doesn't have to know we were ever here. [ She smiles briefly, bumping her shoulder gently to his. Familiar, familial. ] Our speciality.
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Percy now, too.
People die. People leave. That's true on any planet. ]
Mm. [ A hum of acknowledgment. Her gesture even makes his mouth wrinkle, nearly a smile. He leans back against the counter, hands curled on the edge. ] Our specialty on good days.
[ On bad days, students see him tilting at robots. ]
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Most of our days are good, [ she points out gently. ] And I daresay our little adventure went better than expected, given that we're still here.
[ They could have been hauled in by the Guard or Evras or Cree himself for calling attention to his hidden agenda. And yet they've somehow, miraculously, remained under the radar — and have done for months. She puts away the last utensil and wipes her hands on a dish towel, studying him quietly. While she's aware this is a promise that's unfair of her to make because she cannot possibly keep it. So much of this is beyond their control. But she reaches over to rest her hand over his on the countertop and says: ]
I'm still here. And I'm not going anywhere — not if I can help it.
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You can't help it, he wants to say, but of course Peggy knows that. And it's a childish retort, anyway. No one can help it, not here, not on Earth. Not any more than his father, Harry, or his friends among the refugees.
Ultimately, he shrugs. He'd been foolish enough to say something similar to Bellamy and receive it in return. I don't know what I'd without you. "Good thing you don't have to find out." On the contrary, Eggsy would find out soon enough. ]
Me either. [ It's a small comfort, but that's all he feels capable of offering.
For a spy, he prefers not to lie, so he shifts, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before he walks away, toward Percy's bedroom. Then, casually tossed over his shoulder — ] I should invest in a fake mustache.
[ jokes!! but also not. ]
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She watches Eggsy go, put in whatever distance he needs between them and the moment. The quip has her raising an eyebrow but she stays where she is, lest he feel that she's hovering. ]
I happen to think you'd look terrible in one, [ comes the equally casual reply.
She's not wrong.] Which may be a good enough reason to do it. May I ask why?let me LIVE
Worried my handsome face is too much otherwise? [ Yeah, right. 'Course he doesn't let the quip hang out for long. ] I went out in broad daylight on a job and put my face to it. My glasses. My suit. My hair.
[ Would a Kingsman handler have allowed that? Most of his practice missions were less covert, except for the honeypot, but even then he hadn't been worried about exposure.
He ducks back into the bedroom in search of spare sheets, but his voice carries into the hall. ]
This ain't London. [ A sea of people, from all over the country and the world, countless boys who look and sound like him. ] The world's too small.
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It is, [ she agrees. It's why she still goes out and about in her trademark 1940s style — the trademark is what she's after. So the second she does other work, all of that disappears and Peggy Carter with it, replaced by a nondescript native. But: ] Don't be so hard on yourself, Eggsy. We only ever accounted for me going undercover, not the pair of us. How were we supposed to know the entire assignment would go to hell in a hand basket?
[ She exhales. The thing is, she should have known. Account for every possible outcome. She's not green. But robots? ]
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In fairness, the only reason Eggsy's flat is organised is because of his time in the military, and it's only well-equipped because of Harry. ]
We should have accounted for it. [ said neutrally. In a larger operation, someone would have considered the scenario where Eggsy faced witnessed or perhaps even was snapped by a robotic camera.
He only says we because she said it first. The part of him that is hard on himself thinks he alone is to blame for any exposure. Considering the manhunt and ban on supposed traitors like Rocket, he doesn't take the scenario lightly.
He sets the wrinkled sheets on the side table. ] And for severe injuries.
[ His mouth gives him away then, corners tipping downward. Her wound scared him. And without a doctor in the loop anymore, who could they turn to in the event of something worse? If the bullet had punctured her gut instead — without infrastructure, handlers, mentors and back-up, everything is harder. ]
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Another breath, and then she — laughs, a little. Trying to ease the mood, the tension. It's not dismissive, it's almost self-deprecating, if she did that sort of thing. But the smile she wears is gentle. ]
It looked worse than it was. [ Peggy crosses to him, ostensibly to help. ] It wasn't the first time I've been shot, either; my third, in fact. [ But a grand total of four scars; the two in her shoulder were one unfortunate afternoon in enemy territory. ] And now my left and right legs match.
[ She ducks her head a little to catch his eye; all joking aside: ]
It's dangerous, what we do. But we wouldn't be in this business if we didn't think we could handle it.
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We can handle it. [ He agrees with a nod and a particularly accurate toss. ]
But we need to loop someone in — [ His expression shifts, more apologetic. ] — not just Roxy. [ who he made the call to include, even if he and Peggy made it a near inevitability when they arrived at his flat visibly injured. ] We need a medic.
[ At the minimum. They'd be better off with more help and resources, but that's too ambitious for what they're up to presently. ]
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We need John. [ It's the first time she's talked about him beyond informing others he'd gone back to stasis. That box she tucks everything away into rattles but doesn't burst open. ] Inconsiderate of him, taking a nap when we needed him most.
[ No, that's uncharitable. She sighs, sets a hand on her hip. ]
You're not wrong. A medic on call would be wise, especially if we're expected to take on more jobs like the last one. [ Which is likely, since Cree now knows they're capable of it. ] And I happen to know someone who is qualified. I'd trust her with my life. Only...
[ She looks over at him and she knows he'll be able to read her expression. Only she doesn't know who I am. Not really. Claire Fraser has known her for close to a year now and has never learned the truth. It's a hard conversation to have. ]
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And then she mentions Claire. He knows who she means. Hell, he had briefly considered suggesting her because of the obvious friendship between Peggy and Claire, only... it's that crucial, unsaid phrase that held him back. He doesn't know how much Peggy has told anyone of her career if she hasn't explicitly mentioned it. His brows knit, expression turning pained in sympathy. ]
Reckon he'd agree that you need him. [ He was a snarky one, that John. ]
[ He stops fussing with the bed, hands flat against the sheets, to regard Peggy. It's important that he pays attention, in this moment — that he does his damnedest to understand how she feels. ]
Do you want to tell her? [ This isn't the same as briefing an agent who signed up for secrets and danger. Claire wouldn't have a real choice in the matter: She'd only agree to know something that she hadn't before now. And knowing is enough to make someone a target. ] We can find someone else, between you and me looking, sussing people out.
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Then he asks the next thing and she looks over at him, lips still curved in a smile, but more subdued. Almost resigned. ]
If you think we'll find another refugee who's experienced in combat medicine as well as a qualified surgeon on top of being trustworthy enough to keep both our secrets, be my guest. But you and I both know that's a tall order to fill.
[ There's a stretch of silence as she lets that hang in the air, then she sits on the bed, never mind that it was halfway to being neatly made. Yes, telling Claire would make her a potential target. Yes, telling Claire could possibly throw a wrench in their friendship because of how long she kept the truth from her. But — ]
It's kind of you to ask, Eggsy, but whether or not I want to tell her doesn't matter. We have to be practical about this.
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This is different from when Peggy spoke to John on the side and brought her findings to Eggsy, or when he succinctly explained their status to Roxy. This is a partnership. They make this decision together, though the consequences are greater for Peggy. ]
Take your time. [ Not you really don't have to, or I'll look for someone else first. Another offer would be softened for her sake, when Peggy deserves undecorated frankness. He follows her example, sitting on the bed beside. Funny how they've ended up having this conversation here, in their sleeping friend's home.
He bumps their shoulders. ]
However you want to do it — we do it that way.
[ We again. He assumes that Peggy will want to tell her alone, and leave room for Claire's response — that Eggsy's part in all this will come later. ]
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Honestly, thank God for Eggsy Unwin. ]
However way I do it won't be easy, [ she says with a soft huff of breath. Not quite a laugh. This is a headache waiting to happen. ] She's got so much on her plate. That's part of the reason why I never told her, I didn't want to add more to it. With John back in stasis, you are the only person who knows — apart from Steve, of course.
[ Though God, did the pair of them have one hell of a talk when she came home from the mission at the Institute. He had no idea about Cree but now he does. The truth is just spilling out now, despite Peggy's best efforts to keep it contained. ]
Everyone else just thinks I manned radios during the war and became a secretary after. Claire included. How would you take it if you'd confided in me from the day we met only to learn I'd been keeping something from you for nearly a year?
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It helps that he trusts her with his life, as he told Roxy unblinkingly, and other pieces of himself that he buries — that few have seen.
And when she leans in this time, he allows the closeness to linger. This gesture isn't linked to the wound opened by Percy's loss. Secrecy and lies don't burn or cut. They erode. Slow, almost imperceptibly so, and erosion wears you down to your marrow eventually. ]
Well. [ an exhale. ] I'm notoriously stroppy. [ True, as she knows, but has been patient enough to avoid mentioning aloud. ] So, badly. [ He means it somewhat jokingly, though there's truth nestled in it. ] She cares about you.
[ He thinks that'll be enough, in the end. ]
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So now it's a matter of extending that some courtesy to Claire. It's not a chat she's looking forward to but one she feels has been building up and up and up for some time, now. ]
I know. I don't doubt it. I just hope she understands that the secrets we keep are never to save our own skins or because we don't trust our friends. But, [ she sighs, ] I can't predict how she'll react. We'll simply have to hope for the best and keep our heads down in the meantime.
Even it means you have to sport a hideous goatee.
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As for Claire, he defers to Peggy on that matter. If Peggy isn't sure, then her reaction is truly uncertain. Wait and see, as ever. Even with lower level and higher frequency missions on the ground, spying involves more waiting than any other activity. Waiting and watching, waiting and listening, waiting and hiding. ]
Oi, I said a mustache. Jesus, Peg. A goatee! [ in the tone of why, I'd never. ]
[ He adjusts his gaze, moving from the ceiling and back to Peggy. When he speaks, his voice is even. ]
How did Steve handle the news of your injury?
[ It's too much to hide, even if it has healed... faster than he would have expected. He wouldn't have noticed, if that hadn't been the case after the rescue mission as well. Of course, he doesn't think anything of it yet. ]
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You've got a jawline like Errol Flynn, [ she teases, ] we have to mask it somehow.
[ And that lingers for a stretch or two before the subject changes and with it, the relative ease in the air. Not his fault. She's mid-breath when he asks and it stops for a moment before being released in a silent exhale; and now Peggy is the one who falls onto her back on the bed next to him. ]
As well as could be expected. [ It hadn't been an entirely pleasant conversation, but like the one she's to have with Claire, it had been building up for some time. ] I've hidden a few things from him, but a limp was by far the trickiest. The rest came spilling out from there.
[ Not his name or his involvement. She'd never. But that's a given. ]
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When she falls back beside him, he tips his head to get a sideways look at her, more out of politeness than any visual cues afforded to him. ]
Fair enough. [ After Steve noticed the injury, more lies would only worsen the situation. ] Let me know if there's anything I can do. [ Besides commiserate, which is a given. ] If it would make him feel better to know who was with you —
[ He trails off. Eggsy doesn't have a relationship with Steve, partly by his own design. Would knowing it was Eggsy with Peggy help? Hard to say, but he puts it out there.
Roxy knows that he runs operations with Peggy, after all. ]
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