That 'punch him in the face' option was looking better and better.
"Well, Mr. Barton," she said with the kind of biting coldness that only a truly angry person could have, "you're an exceptionally creative and cruel madman. Captain Rogers is dead. Leave him out of your fantasies or I will see to it that that you see nothing but stars for the rest of the night."
Just casually talking about him being alive, still alive in that ice--even if it was couched between nonsense like Howard's imaginary son and a organization she never founded--hurt. It twisted right between her ribs and made her want to cry, but Peggy'd never been one to cry, so if given the option, she would punch the man instead.
She started descending the stairs, her jaw clenched. "I suggest we turn our focus towards dividing the resources in this house." Before he really did provoke her into a fight.
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"Well, Mr. Barton," she said with the kind of biting coldness that only a truly angry person could have, "you're an exceptionally creative and cruel madman. Captain Rogers is dead. Leave him out of your fantasies or I will see to it that that you see nothing but stars for the rest of the night."
Just casually talking about him being alive, still alive in that ice--even if it was couched between nonsense like Howard's imaginary son and a organization she never founded--hurt. It twisted right between her ribs and made her want to cry, but Peggy'd never been one to cry, so if given the option, she would punch the man instead.
She started descending the stairs, her jaw clenched. "I suggest we turn our focus towards dividing the resources in this house." Before he really did provoke her into a fight.