Language, young lady.

[ it's said with a crooked little smile. She's not really that young nor is she ladylike. He tugs at her palm, though the very movement is gentle. ]

I won't nane my first born daughter after you if you keep behaving like this.

Is that meant to be a threat?

[ a snort of laughter -- it makes her ribs sear, but it's worth it. ]

Your poor future daughter. Does anyone even name their daughters Margaret in the future? Or, if they do, I can't imagine anyone shortens it up to Peggy.

[ a fact she's gathered from all her VERY SCIENTIFIC READING, probably. ]

People call their kids North West and Asia, so.

[ he makes a face. ]

People use that name - though they will usually shorten it to Meg or Maggie. Do you want me to start calling you Meg? Aunt Maggie?

-- Absolutely not.

[ which is probably the last answer she should give but, honestly, some lines need to be drawn.

rather than draw attention to it, she lapses back to the earlier topic: ] I am happy for you, Tony.

You mean, it's not the pain killers talking? You're sure?

[ a jest, nothing more. It's easier to deal her humor after all the sentimentality. He arches an eyebrow ]

How about another piece of good news?

[ she scoffs as if to say painkillers? what painkillers? but stops just short of giving voice to that particular choice. a glass of whiskey at night is as close as she gets to dulling what she feels. anything more and -- well, peggy doesn't want to start tangling with side-effects.

but the conversation is neatly sidestepped thanks to tony's own eagerness to move to greener pastures. she nods, she smiles, she prompts him. ]

Please. [ her head tilts. ] Do share.

You know, I am going to share with you a piece of information. I've learned it in a few years of Avenging. it's not in your books but someone has to tell you this.

[ and surely it's something very important. something about tactics? infinity stones? ]

-- when you're hurting, you're allowed your painkillers. there's a whole bunch these days. maybe a bit of aspirin, advil? Vicodin, even, that one's fun.

[ and now that we're past it. ]

how about a magic trick. I'll share a magic trick with you. you like those, right? see the two laces down my vest? give them a pull. it'll be fun.

[ no comment is made over his little lecture. avenging or otherwise, she doesn't much like the strategy proposed -- deep in her gut, she decides it's not for her. and why should it be? she has no powers; she has no suit. she has her wits, her instincts, her skill. and she doesn't dare dull any of them just to make the days pass a little less painfully.

but tony starts talking about magic tricks and... ]

Fun. [ she echoes, brows up. ] Is that a promise?

[ one finger curls around a lace. she doesn't pull; not yet. something in the appeal reminds her desperately of howard, and that raises her guard. ]

It's only that yours and my ideas of fun seem to be rather different. On a good day.

what - that's bullshit. who introduced you to pop tarts, huh? those are fun, you like pop tarts. and we both know that somewhere deep inside you don't hate the clash. One dinosaur movie and suddenly, we have different ideas of fun.

[ he gives her a look. ]

go on. I promise, you'll think it's cool. let me show off. it's what people do with their aunts. you have to, it's a family duty. it's just how it goes.

One dinosaur movie, one birthday party, and about fifty pieces of Iron Man merchandise too many.

[ but she grabs at the second lace (with her opposite hand) and gives them both a gameful and curious tug.

family duty, after all. ]

You can't say that. You are the cake and some of those themed jello shots and let me remind you that you still owe me a dance.

[ but for now, there's the magic trick. she pulls and tony places a hand on his chest and then he lets it happen on its own, particles fusing themselves together over skin, creating the iron man suit out of nothing in a few seconds. ]

Nice, isn't it? I gave it an upgrade. I call this one Mark-L.

-- You'll live.

[ something stammers in her expression. the words are cool and deftly delivered, but the look on her face changes (pauses) and betrays just enough guilt and hurt to help tony realize he's hit upon a funny little emotional bruise. yes, she owes a dance. but not just to him.

it's enough to force her to retract her hands before the armour even reveals itself. and, yes, it's damned impressive when it does. but...

peggy swallows. ]

How the devil does it do that?

[ there's much he doesn't know about this woman. there's much he'll never know about her. he's made his peace with that a long time ago. he hates these accidental occurrences, when his own lack of knowledge has him hurting her.

he covers it up with science. ]

Nanotechnology. It's pretty new even for me, manipulating matter on an atomic level can make all sorts of cool things. You know, they can move and relocate when I take a hit. It's not perfect yet but I'm playing around, you know me.

[ i know you.

she watches the nanotechnology -- what a mouthful that is -- and can only marvel at how it moves. like magic, like something impossible. ]

And you're telling me they withstand a hit?

Most hits. I don't know what will happen if anyone gets Thor's hammer and hits it repeatedly but you're welcome to get a gun and take a shot at it. if it's damaged, it's able to fix itself. or should be able to if I worked out the physics and let's face me, it's me - so yes, it'll do that.

[ it managed just fine against thanos' goons so it's a promising start. ]

I know you don't want to hear it, [ she starts off -- sucking in a breath and navigating the pain in her ribs, ] but sometimes you sound just like him.

[ not in voice, per se. but surely in delivery. and definitely in substance. but there's a ghost of a smile behind her expression -- one that suggests she means it in a flattering way, no matter how often she bites down on the sentiment because she knows it has enormous potential to hurt him just to say it.

but sometimes it's got to be said. ]

So cocksure. So confident.

[ he smiles a bit, he doesn't react, not at first. there's so much about howard that can make tony angry but just now, he's able to be truthful about it all - he can have the suit dematerialize just so he can have this conversation without metal in the way. ]

you know, I wish I had the chance to know him like you did, I really do.

Make no mistakes. He was always a wanker, but...

[ he was her wanker. impossible, frustrating, arrogant -- but oh so often on her side of things. more so than most. and, unlike most, he understood that particular pain of knowing captain rogers as a man and not a symbol. however bungled that familiarity seems to have become in the future. ]

I owe him my life. Tens and tens of times over. [ ... ] There aren't many people I can say that about.

[ she doesn't elaborate but...tony will work it out, she supposes, given a moment or two of silence. howard's work, his inventions, have kept her alive and thriving for years. ]

I can respect that.

[ her feelings, her take on it. maybe not howard, but her image of the man, her love for him. he's grown enough that he can appreciate some things about his father and resent the others. he's grown enough that he can shake his head and say, ]

so he saved your life and you didn't have the decency to get him to save his mustache? seriously, you let him walk around with that stupid thing on his face for years.

Don't you dare blame me for that atrocity. [ she raises a hand; she waggles a finger. ] What say did I have in how he wore his mustache? He was a civilian. It's not like I could bring him up on dress-code infractions like the other lads.

[ not to mention... ]

Having that conversation with him once was more than enough to put me off my appetite for a week.

[ because, oh, the innuendo that followed! ]

I'm just saying, I couldn't blame my mom, they say love is blind. I couldn't blame Jarvis, he was working for the man, you're the last one I could hope would stop that from happening. and yet. you know, he never shaved it, he wore it when his hair went grey.

[ but it does feel good to laugh about the subject, for once, to feel anything affectionate and not also dipped in resentment. ]