11956/P&B and R&R

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P&B and R&R
Date of Scene: 09 August 2020
Location: Recreation Room, The Triskelion
Synopsis: Peggy and Bobby get to drinking in the rec room. Bobbi opens up to Peggy and admits things
Cast of Characters: Peggy Carter, Mockingbird




Peggy Carter has posed:
It's after midnight. Some not really sane hour of the night, really, so no one else is awake and that will do just fine for Peggy who has decided she is officially off duty and drinking away her feelings. It's one way to process them, for a proper brit. Time honored tradition. She's put away all her weapons, body armor, tech and tools from the mission earlier. She's in a place where she doesn't even carry her normal gun for self defense. It's the only way she can actually let herself get a bit tipsy and not feel irresponsible.

After the post-mission shower, she's come down to the rec area to enjoy half a dozen beers mostly alone. She's in a black satin robe with old fashioned flamingo's all over it -- either something she actually found in old storage of her things or, more likely, a recreation she ordered when she got herself several comfort items on the company credit card. Her hair is carefully twisted up in old fashioned pin curls. Yes, she still does them every night. It's just habit, like brushing her teeth. There are four empty beer bottles on the table in front of her and a data pad in her hands that she's lazily scrolling.

Mockingbird has posed:
Bobbi's not been on a mission in the past 36 hours. That's pretty much a record for SHIELD apparently. or Bobbi. instead she got dragged into covering in the labs for a scientist who had called out to....something something. Reasons are lost in triplicate forms filed with the chain of paperwork, also known as Nick Fury's in tray. So Bobbi's been in the lab for the past 8 hours. Yes. She really was working the lab, late one night. No, she didn't teach the scientists that dance. Or the LMD, either.

She's changd out of lab gear, thrown on PJs with fluffly animals on them, and joined Peggy here. Bobbi's already got a beer in hand. "Hey Peg" she says and flops into a seat, raising the beer in a salute and a grin. "What're you up to?"

Taking a swig of beer, she relaxes some and groans. "If they tell you to cover somebody in the labs. Don't. Not worth it" she adds and sets the bottle down with a thunk.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"...Bobbi... I can barely operate the QuinJet sensors or a computer right now, much less cover someone in a modern *lab*. Technology has... changed. A lot. I think I'm safe." Peggy admits with a little laugh. She's not exactly slurring, but her normally clipped and clear accent isn't quite so stiff as normal. She's sprawling back enough that she's actually let her muscles relax. The beer on the table is some microbrew called McAnally's, recommended online, and she's clearly not disappointed.

"I got... one more of these left, and a pack of the nut brown. They go down far too easy. Beer got *way* better along side of computers, it seems." She gives a slightly embarrassed grin, but isn't going to apologize for the flush of her cheeks or tipsy state. "You now need to catch up."

Mockingbird has posed:
Bobbi gives Peggy a 'what the fuck' look. "Did you just challenge me to catch up with you, Peg?" she asks with a grin. "You forgot I went to college, yeah? Ah screw it. Hey, you" she says pointing over to a much less senior agent. "o us a favor, can you go get us enough wings to suit us? Like....ah just tell the cooks Peggy and Bobbi are planning to get wasted and want wings and snacks and dip, will you?" Bobbi adds. "And enough alcohol to float a quinjet" Bobbi adds then turns her eyes back to Peggy. "I was saying, I went to college, Peg. I know how to catch up with drinks. Do you need me to demonstrate?" she adds and looks serious. "You hurl, you clean it up. Same deal for me"
Herh, yes. She did just send some rookie agent to do a food run for them both because no, Bobbi is not getting up to get food and keep getting food, thank you very much. Instead she smirks. "I orderd us wings and dip and snacks to go with the drinks. It's reminding me of my nights at Georgia Tech, really. All we need is to put the big game on, and be five states south, and several years younger" Bobbi adds downing the beer in one long gulp, setting the empty bottle down as she cracks open a second. "Admittedly not cramming for finals or all that fun stuff" she adds with a giggle.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"... the craft beer snobs on the internet would be very angry at us for chugging uh..." Peg looks down at the label again. "McAnally's golden ale. Apparently, these are sippin' beers, and they aren't supposed to be cold. When the bloody hell did they put RULES on drinking a PINT?" Peggy states flatly, finishing off her own most recent and then dragging the second pack of beers over a bit lazily. At least she didn't have to get up for them. She arches a brow as she hears Bobbi ordering that poor rookie around, a slight chuckle crossing her lips.

"...I'd say we shouldn't torture the rookie and...we should be proper SHIELD agents. But this organization has a long history of gently torturing the rookies, and the last time I was... around... it was the mid 70s. We, somehow, survived the 60s. I shouldn't exactly tell you the things that went on during those decades, but it was a...wild time and Howard Stark was my co-director so, you can imagine." Did Peggy Carter just imply they did a lot of illict drugs in SHIELD during her day? Yes, yes she did.

Mockingbird has posed:
"Fuck that" Bobbi declares. "No, you got me interested now. Tell. Or, tell outta earshot of the rookies" she says and chugs the second bottle. In clear defiance of the label. "It's beer. What're you gonna do, sip it over a meal? Hell no!" Bobbi adds. hey, it's not torture. Bobbi is going to let the agent have a chicken wing or two. If there's any left, that is.

"See" Bobbi adds thudding the half empty second beer down...again.

She stares at the door and waits. These chicken wings can't get here quick enough really. Admittedly...she's wondering what the poor folks in the kitchen think

Probably who is going to supervise those two trouble magnets?

Peggy Carter has posed:
Dark eyes watch the very unnerved rookie head off for the cafeteria and, when he's out of eye sight, she looks back to Bobbi with a deeper smirk, "...It was the 70s. We were developing a lot of...experimental drugs for field use. Even LSD was tried on the military, you know? But I really didn't prefer to test things on my people I wasn't willing to take myself... and I think Howard developed a few of those just so we WOULD take them... So..." Peggy wrinkles her nose, just a touch embarrassed about it now as she remembers back to some of those nights. "...it was a different time. I suppose I shouldn't be entirely surprise that Howard, somehow, managed to get me lost in time for... what... 50 years now?"

Sometimes, it really hits her hard that she was gone that long. SHe swings between drowning in a vague bit of dispair and forgetting it really happened. She's still wearing her wedding ring, though, which probably says something. Instead of going on, she reaches out to open one of the nut browns and take a smaller sip of it. She is giving Bobbi a chance to catch up. "...and his son is...just like him. So much that I almost called him Howard on comms tonight." Oh. That might be why she's drinking.

Mockingbird has posed:
Bobbi listens, drinking steadily. "Ah, see, I missed all that" she adds. Two beers in. Great. She's gonna regret it tomorrow. She's happy however and looks pleased. "See that's fascinating" she starts as food arrives and she e reaches for a wing, sinks her teeth into it and looks pleased, chomping down on it. Very ladylike Bobbi. On the other hand it shuts her up entirely.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"...Hey. Kid. Take a beer. Here. Someone might as well be able to tell us how good these pints were in the morning. There you go, now shuffle off. Nothing to see here." Peggy stares at the rookie, who has delivered their entirely too many wings, and he stares back. She stares a bit longer before making a little 'shoo' gesture with her fingertips. "Ta-ta. That's a good new fish." And, beer in hand, the rookie finally does take off. At least well across the room. Not exactly in evasdropping distance. Or, he's trying not to be.

"It's alright. I missed all of the aughts. And then some. So... tell me. What is...SHIELD nowadays? Why sign up? Why fight for this? Now, a few beers in...actually lay it on the table why it's still worth while being here when HYDRA is clearly still fighting, the world's gotten messier, and I sometimes wonder if we made one bloody bit of a difference at all?"

Mockingbird has posed:
"World's screwed, yeah but..." Bobbi admits. "World's screwed and we just hold on tight" she says not looking pleased by that one. She's got a look like she's chewing on a wasp, and shudders. "Well, honestly. We get fun toys to play with, and...we get paid too...which helps, right?" Bobbi adds chewing on wings more. There's entirely too many.

Bobbi might...might have gone a little overboard with that, really. Oh and there's a lot of sauce with it too.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Peggy isn't *as* interested in the wings as she is the beer, but she knows she's not as young as she used to be and still isn't totally certain how effective the infinity serum in her remains. So, the brunette reaches over and delicately picks up one of the wings. She's peeling meat off the bones like a picky little bird, not diving in all teeth and lips. Some things, even drunk, are still painfully British and lady like.

"...That's not very...Reassuring, you know? We didn't start SHIELD to control the world, we started it to try and...protect it. Holding tight... can break things as much as not holding on at all." Peggy sighs, letting another chicken wing distract her enough from tipsy thoughts that she's silent a long moment. "...Steve... mentioned trying to send me back. As nice as that sounds I...don't think they can. Not without...messing up what things are now. If they are actually looking into it, I think I need to order them to stop. No, the world is not great, but it's not... a complete wreck either.

Mockingbird has posed:
Bobbi shakes her head. "You don't want to go back? What, are the wings too good?" she asks wih a tipsy giggle. Okay, so she's a little drunk. Who cares? "The world's screwed but we got this place and beer and wings right?" Bobbi adds saluting Peggy with more beer in one hand and the wing in her othr hand.

"World's not all bad. Not all good. it's somewhere in the middle right?" she adds and sips her beer more again, chewing on the wing. "World's not quite as bad as some thing, yeah?"

Peggy Carter has posed:
"... Exactly. That's... exactly it. This world isn't that bad, and... life is thriving, sure, politics are messy and I still am not certain what SHIELD deems itself nowadays, but... The world and life is stable. And it got to this because Margaret Carter disappeared, presumed dead, in 1976. If I go back... This world as you all know it... Will never exist." Peggy says that as a now-drunk woman who has had far too many sober meetings about the possibility of time travel and the inherent dangers. This is all theory uncomfortably, deeply entrenched in her brain.

"...Steve isn't... thinking. We weren't even considering time travel when... When he disappeared. Those experiments came later and clearly were... not very successful." Even if her being here is probably an effect of one of those experiments. "So... as much as I would love to go back. As much as... I... really haven't let myself scream or cry or... anything, over losing Howard... Daniel... Steven, Angela... I know I can't. They shouldn't even be considering it." And that is probably why she's getting quite so blitzed tonight. Also, she still said Howard's name before her husband or who are probably her children.

Mockingbird has posed:
Bobbi's getting hammered because, well, why not? Peg brought alcohol and Bobbi's got her own stuff to deal with. Mostly because...well...mostly because Bobbi's got her own baggage. Thanks, Clint, you ass...thanks. And thanks, too, memories.

"You know what I miss?" Bobbi asks. "I miss Clint, yeah. I said it. I fucking miss him, alright? I miss having somebody in my life that I can rely on and come home to and that whole thing, that making a team part of it" she admits and drains the rest of her beer in one long drink again slamming it down. Screw the o chug rules. Bobbi is getting worked up. Oh this isn't going to go over well...

Peggy Carter has posed:
That draws a long look. Peggy arches a brow, shifting a bit so she can now fully face Bobbi. She's sipping at her most recent beer, content to slow down and ride this wave of tipsiness. But she also actually concerned about the woman across from her. It was so much easier to examine someone else's problems than her own.

"...And... just who is this Clint? Catch me up. I'm a few decades behind on personnel files." Peg asks with a bit of a sardonic smile. She can't be completely heartfelt about it all because then younger agents will think she's soft. But she can tease and be caringly curious at the same moment.

Mockingbird has posed:
Bobbi gives Peggy a dumbfounded look. "You didn't pick up on it with my words? Do I have to get a neon sign or have the TVs spell it out for you?" she asks, mouth running faster than her brain. "Clint and I. Bang bang. Bang bang" she says doing the hand gestures to leave absolutely zero room for subtlety. "Clint and I were a thing,. He also dated Skye, and Natasha Romanov. We're the Clint's Exes Club. We meet up every Monday to plot his demise and share tales of how we'll kick his ass" Bobbi admits, though that's with more giggling. "Clint and I were a thing, really. Can you believe that?" Bobbi adds. "It didn't work, but I still would do anything for him" she admits. Oh, she's just...shit, shit, shit....there's agents in the room. Oh God. She's in it now? "Look up Hawkeye in the personnel files. That's him" she groans. "You know why they said don't date your colleagues and coworkers?" she asks looking serious...and drunk...for a moment. "It hurtss when it goes wrong. You can't even rage bang the guy your ex works with. Not that I would...I'm better than that...but Clint...Barton...Hawkeye...he's just..." she says rubbing a finger along her left ring finger, shaking her head silently.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"Oh... no, bloody hell, Bobbi. I got that much. Well, maybe not THAT much, but I figured you were sweet on him." Peggy pauses a moment to try and organize drunk thoughts to actually being good advice instead of rambling on with the girl about idiot boys. She did have wisdom to give somewhere, she knew it. It was just drowning in a few pints of ale and an exhausting day.

So, instead, she reaches down to the datapad she was studying and pulls up the basic dossier on Hawkeye. At least the computer can give her a straight answer. Both dark brows raise a bit, giving a slight not, "...handsome enough. Tough loner boy. I know the type. Seems like he's done it to more than one of you but... I shan't blame anyone for being in love with a bad idea. I spent entirely too long pining after a dead man, so..." Peggy chuckles to herself. "Well, presumed dead." She's since learned.

"It's... allowed to hurt. And you can even rage shag your ex. It might not be a wise IDEA, but you can. We are adults. Though, I suspect SHIELD has more fraternization rules nowadays than we bothered with in the past. We were too worried about 'Don't have sex with the newly discovered aliens' to keep agents out of each other's arms."

Mockingbird has posed:
Bobbi nods, "Rage shag Hawkeye? Do you want little Bobbis or little Hawkeyes running arouund, Peggy?" Bobbi asks with a snort. Oh, she can see it now, the little pitter pattter of feet and little Clint Jr with a bow and Bobbi Jr with staves going to beat up the girls at school and the my dad can shoot an arrow at your dad talk...Bobbi's mentally noping outta that! Nope nope nope! Been there. Done that!

So she listens. "You think we listen to the rules?" Bobbi asks with a derisive tone. "Come on. We've got enough leeway to do what we want. Who we want too" she adds with a sigh and devours another wing. Oh, this is so GT all over again, sorority etting together to help a sister through tough times. Or something. Only now she works for the government in SHIELD. Or, or, something....

"He's not a bad idea, alright?" Bobbi says. "The sex was good at least"

Keep digging, Bobbi. Keep digging...and pray you can get out of this with /any/ dignity intact. "We ran off, wew did our thing, and it worked then it didn't. Tell me how that'd a bad idea? Come on. I don't want revenge shagging. I want to punch him, Peg. I want to punch him and hold him and scream and put a stave through his balls and kiss him and all that at the same time, god damn it"

See, Clint may need to disarm Bobbi before he goes to talk to her, or, or, something? Because Bobbi's a conflicted mess when it comes to Clint. She loves him but isn't in love with him. Still pines for him but knows those days are over...all that fun stuf. Hey, the wings have pepper on them. Good thing too.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The dark haired, older agent just listens in silence. Curious, sympathetic, quietly understanding silence. She occasionally takes a sip of the beer she's nursing, but it's not cold anyway so there's no reason to gulp it. And the fact that Bobbi is opening up to her? That seems to make it even more important to keep her eyes and tipsy attention with the other woman. Her sardonic smile softens just a bit. When Bobbi finishes speaking, she dares to reach out her free and and rest it lightly on Bobbi's knee.

"I think...this is a whole lot of shite you actually need to say to him when... ever... He gets back. There's, apparently, been some activity out near where we last suspected he was? So... who knows. Maybe you'll get the chance sooner rather than later." Peggy hands over the data pad with the updated file about the mountains, goats, heli activity and the like. "But you're adults. All agents are supposed to be. Over all...you can make your own decisions behind closed doors. Good and bad ones. God knows I didn't always make the best decisions in bed either... Though marriage helped that. I think."

Mockingbird has posed:
"What the fuck is up with the goats?" Bobbi asks. "I swear if we get goats running around I am going to open up a petting zoo in Clint's name and see how that goes" she adds with a hiccough and a snort. "yeah see, I got this. Clint brings goats. We put them to work. I mean, shit, we drop them into enemy territory and see what happens" Bobbi sayss, eyes narrowing on the datapad, "I'm going to go out there and you're coming with me" she slurs. Admittedly, she's in no shape to go /anywhere/ right now. But..she can dream. Right? Right?

And yes, she's opening up to Peggy. See. They don't just make a good team kicking Hydra butt. They get one another. See. They could have been sisters in a prior life or something, in Bobbi's drunk as hell mind...

"Is he trying to blend in with the goats? Clint, you get on all fours and baaa, and have to wear a goat costume" Bobbbi says, giggling hysterically at the thought of Clint undercover as a goat. Baa, baa, can't work the bow?

Bobbi sobers up a tiny bit. "I wnat that chance to sort things out, and explain what's going on" she adds pointedly. "I can't get that image of Goat Barton out of my head now though..." Bobbi groans, a hand rubbing her forehead. "Help!"

Cure for that? more wings, More beer, more figuring things out

Peggy Carter has posed:
Peg is still content to let Bobbi drunkenly ramble through the worries in her brain, but as the woman says they're going after him, Peggy laughs and shakes her head almost too quickly. "Not tonight, we're not. Neither of us is sober enough for a jet and it could be a trap as much as it might be him. If we're still getting strange signals in the morning and we've ruled out enemy activity, then we can do THEN. But right now, you finish that beer and get some water into you so you're not too hung over tomorrow." That implies that Peggy won't be hung over tomorrow, but then she already seems more sober now than she was when they started. Maybe it has something to do with her not aging?

"...and maybe goat Barton will help you not entirely murder him the next you see him. But... be honest about all this shite, Bobbi. You... really don't know when you'll lose them. Our lives are too dangerous to just...sit on things until the end." Her eyes are a bit more distant as she says that. Definitely speaking from some uncomfortable experience. But then, she probably never got to say good bye to anyone.

Mockingbird has posed:
Bobbi nods and wipes tears from her cheek. "I know. I want to sober the hell up and..and...go afer him, you know?" Bobbi asks and shakes her head. "See you understand it, but I need more wings and water and..and...things" Bobbi sniffles nodding Peggy. "Se I appreciate this. You're a valued member of SHIELD and of my friends circle, did I tell you that?" she asks and smiles brightly. "You absolutley are"

Peggy Carter has posed:
"Ah... we are to the 'I love you' part of drinking. I heard that is also American tradition, where as us Brits refuse to love anyone until the sun collapses." Peggy deadpans, mostly joking, even if she does rarely show more emotions than a general chuckle. But she lets her hand against Bobbi's knee give a little squeeze and her smile does soften, "..I value you also and...I'm glad I have found some friends in this very strange... time. It will make accepting this is home now a little bit...easier."

Mockingbird has posed:
Looking to Peggy, Bobbi sobers up instantly. "I...I..." she says and is tempted to pummel sense into Peggy. "I have to Americanize you, don't I?" she decides and groans. "We'll take it in lessons, don't you worry" Bobbi nods looking around for water. "We'll get you to be a damn Yankee in no time, yeah?" she grins and gets up. "I was gonna go get water and find a spot to stash all these wings. Prety sure we overdid it a bit..." she shrugs.

Peggy Carter has posed:
That gets a rueful, soft chuckle from Peggy, "Bobbi...I moved to New York City in 1946. If they haven't managed to Americanize me yet, I think we might just have to settle for appreciating the Brit out of home waters." Peggy winks gently to her, "But I assure you, I've picked up a bad habit or two along the way..." Like showing affection for people. With that, she unfolds from the couch and starts helping the woman clean up. After all, they had a Hawk to catch sooner rather than later.