[He makes eye contact then, struggling with the morality inherent in what Peggy's asking. She wants him to unmask Agent Romanoff.
He thinks of when he first arrived, when she'd invite him for coffee and listen to his problems. When he'd struggled to recover from a bad event and she invited him to lean on her while he drank too much. When she welcomed him simply because he'd been one of Coulson's.
She left, and came back disinterested, aloof. She had her own problems.
But this time around, she'd been willing to collaborate. She saved him from drowning under the weight of his insecurities when the shadow-creatures attacked. She thought he was worth saving. She thinks his life matters.
Moreover, she's Agent Romanoff. She's not one of them anymore.
It should be her choice. And that means he should stop offering information that isn't his.]
Next to nothing, ma'am. Truth be told, I've already told you everything I know.
[ he's lying. and, worse yet, she can't even fault him this time -- not considering the careful and specific way she's picked through rip's story. loyalty is a slippery thing until it's earned. and peggy has to remind herself that it's no shortcoming of his if he feels its pulls. ]
I see. [ she allows him his dodge, but there'll be no pretending she doesn't know it. ] I suppose I could ask the Black Widow myself.
Hopefully you'll find her more amenable to questioning when you've returned home.
[ this lie feels smoother than the one before. He's committed to this small protection, and slotted Peggy into a particular place. He hopes this won't end in a coverup. ]
Oh, I'm not talking about her. [ the lie might be smoother, but peggy doesn't quite allow it to stand. ] I'm not even convinced she is one of those, but evidently you are.
[ her chin lifts. ] We don't have a name for the woman known to us as Dottie Underwood.
[ he might recognize the name, but it's not something he recognizes from the top of his head. He'd been hoping to deflect the topic away from the one in-house. ]
Is that so? Was there someone else you had in mind?
Fitz. [ does he believe, she wonders, that he's been her only source? peggy's attention narrows. ] I've been made acquainted with the codenames that make up the Avengers.
[ made up, she knows, but there's no reason to flaunt that particular past tense when she's well aware of what year he's from and what year the schism happens. she's been paying attention. she's got notes. she's done the math. ]
So it stands to reason I'm a bit surprised to hear you talk about it in the plural. [ hunch turns to suspicion. suspicion looks for evidence. ] But I understand if you're not prepared to shed any light on that matter. I can talk to her myself.
[ remarkably, they get along alright. peggy doesn't know whether that should change given these suspicions, however. ]
[ good heavens, if there is a link to be drawn--? then romanoff is remarkably sane, peggy thinks, given what she's witnessed. but instead of chasing that thought she takes another bite of her sandwich.
eventually: ] No matter. Even if I might hope for a change heart in the operative I broke out of jail, back home, I wouldn't know where to find her. I implied things went wrong, Fitz, and that's because she got away.
[ because of peggy carter, there's an unstable russian assassin at large in los angeles. ]
No more than we will later. [ she's read the report. She knows there might not be an Earth soon. She knows, and yet she hasn't judged. How could he not return that understanding? ]
It isn't your fault if others choose to become monsters.
[ it's so so hard to fault a future that's still in the middle of making its mistakes -- none of them yet proven to be as fatal as they might yet be. might not be an earth soon is different to someone let hyrda in.
besides, tony's further along than fitz is. isn't he? and despite his catastrophizing, there is still an earth there to worry about ruining. ]
It's good advice. I wonder, are you the sort who practices what he preaches?
Oh, yes, I suspect a great many of us want it. [ it's hard to discern whether she's speaking broadly about a human condition or more specifically about the hang-ups of working in intelligence. ] But how many of us achieve it, on the hand, is a completely separate question.
I seem to recall on New Years you tried take the fall, so to speak, for your mirror's bad behaviour.
That's a different matter entirely. It wouldn't be right to pretend I'd had nothing to do with the loss of life -- my marks are all over the project. His fingerprints might as well be mine.
Oh, come now, don't be reductive -- there are a great many shades between 'had nothing to do with' and 'entirely at fault.'
[ these boys and their fatal flaw of allowing themselves only one of two options -- penning themselves in place in a society that practically trips over itself to give them multitudes of opportunities.
the best and worst of all she's known have all fallen prey to that thinking on occasion. ]
They might do. [ she leans in -- just an inch -- and adds: ] Perhaps we ought to ask them.
[ it's no real suggestion that they should go polling the dead. rather, it's a commentary that his is no place to be feeding opinions into anyone's heart but his own. fitz, honey, there's some confronting that needs to happen in your own soul -- take it from a woman who's doing her level best to confront nothing in hers. ]
[It would be an interesting issue to consider, but Fitz is far more prone to taking people at face value.]
You don't think it would be too upsetting for them if we tried? At this point, it's digging up an old trouble... How many of them might have gone since then?
[He knew about Elena. She's gone. He knows what happened with Klaus as well, but he's gone too. How many others?]
[ oh good god he's taking her at face value. there's a brief stunned expression -- a hiking of one half of her upper lip -- before she replies. ]
Do you even know how many there were to begin with?
[ or is he simply carrying around a shifting value to his guilt, magnifying it as needed to make himself feel more miserable? christ! does no one besides her value a good satisfying debriefing?
it's so much easier to feel terrible about something when you know the firm and solid cost of your actions. it's why she'd snapped up his report on hydra's uprising, after all. ]
[He knows the cold fury on his best friend's face when he'd been discovered as the source of bloodshed. He knows what he read in the subsequent comments when that Mason woman released her report.]
Leave words like enough to the editorials. Such wishy-washy language has no place in a proper report.
[ which isn't to say that this one, nor even that she's expecting one, but it rings like a kind of challenge -- betray himself to be a subjective and unscientific creature or brass up and do the professional thing.
only...god, it's been an exhausting week hasn't it? peggy's conviction flickers. truth be told, she doesn't know what result she's hoping for. chasing this particular intel doesn't come with the same spark as it once did. no, now she's just worried about him. even so -- knowing her luck, her earlier comment about two extremes will bite her in the arse and fitz's protest will fall somewhere outside the false dichotomy. ]
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He thinks of when he first arrived, when she'd invite him for coffee and listen to his problems. When he'd struggled to recover from a bad event and she invited him to lean on her while he drank too much. When she welcomed him simply because he'd been one of Coulson's.
She left, and came back disinterested, aloof. She had her own problems.
But this time around, she'd been willing to collaborate. She saved him from drowning under the weight of his insecurities when the shadow-creatures attacked. She thought he was worth saving. She thinks his life matters.
Moreover, she's Agent Romanoff. She's not one of them anymore.
It should be her choice. And that means he should stop offering information that isn't his.]
Next to nothing, ma'am. Truth be told, I've already told you everything I know.
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I see. [ she allows him his dodge, but there'll be no pretending she doesn't know it. ] I suppose I could ask the Black Widow myself.
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[ this lie feels smoother than the one before. He's committed to this small protection, and slotted Peggy into a particular place. He hopes this won't end in a coverup. ]
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[ her chin lifts. ] We don't have a name for the woman known to us as Dottie Underwood.
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Is that so? Was there someone else you had in mind?
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[ made up, she knows, but there's no reason to flaunt that particular past tense when she's well aware of what year he's from and what year the schism happens. she's been paying attention. she's got notes. she's done the math. ]
It's Romanoff who calls herself Black Widow.
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I.
[ he swallows. Oh. Is she introducing herself by title here? There could be any number of tiny edits he ought to make. ]
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[ remarkably, they get along alright. peggy doesn't know whether that should change given these suspicions, however. ]
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[ he'll need to reach ahead beforehand and let her know someone'll be asking questions she might not want to answer. ]
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eventually: ] No matter. Even if I might hope for a change heart in the operative I broke out of jail, back home, I wouldn't know where to find her. I implied things went wrong, Fitz, and that's because she got away.
[ because of peggy carter, there's an unstable russian assassin at large in los angeles. ]
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They tend to be a slimy lot, don't they? Hard to pin down and hold accountable for the things they've done. Hard to know how many chances are enough.
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It isn't your fault if others choose to become monsters.
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besides, tony's further along than fitz is. isn't he? and despite his catastrophizing, there is still an earth there to worry about ruining. ]
It's good advice. I wonder, are you the sort who practices what he preaches?
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W-well. I'd certainly hope to be. Doesn't everyone want that?
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I seem to recall on New Years you tried take the fall, so to speak, for your mirror's bad behaviour.
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That's a different matter entirely. It wouldn't be right to pretend I'd had nothing to do with the loss of life -- my marks are all over the project. His fingerprints might as well be mine.
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[ these boys and their fatal flaw of allowing themselves only one of two options -- penning themselves in place in a society that practically trips over itself to give them multitudes of opportunities.
the best and worst of all she's known have all fallen prey to that thinking on occasion. ]
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[Hypothetically. If they're really going to open this back up.]
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[ it's no real suggestion that they should go polling the dead. rather, it's a commentary that his is no place to be feeding opinions into anyone's heart but his own. fitz, honey, there's some confronting that needs to happen in your own soul -- take it from a woman who's doing her level best to confront nothing in hers. ]
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You don't think it would be too upsetting for them if we tried? At this point, it's digging up an old trouble... How many of them might have gone since then?
[He knew about Elena. She's gone. He knows what happened with Klaus as well, but he's gone too. How many others?]
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Do you even know how many there were to begin with?
[ or is he simply carrying around a shifting value to his guilt, magnifying it as needed to make himself feel more miserable? christ! does no one besides her value a good satisfying debriefing?
it's so much easier to feel terrible about something when you know the firm and solid cost of your actions. it's why she'd snapped up his report on hydra's uprising, after all. ]
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[He knows the cold fury on his best friend's face when he'd been discovered as the source of bloodshed. He knows what he read in the subsequent comments when that Mason woman released her report.]
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[ which isn't to say that this one, nor even that she's expecting one, but it rings like a kind of challenge -- betray himself to be a subjective and unscientific creature or brass up and do the professional thing.
only...god, it's been an exhausting week hasn't it? peggy's conviction flickers. truth be told, she doesn't know what result she's hoping for. chasing this particular intel doesn't come with the same spark as it once did. no, now she's just worried about him. even so -- knowing her luck, her earlier comment about two extremes will bite her in the arse and fitz's protest will fall somewhere outside the false dichotomy. ]
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