[ she holds the paper between her fingertips. and she's ashamed to see it tremble -- it's a selfish request, but it's one she doesn't make lightly. peggy puts a crisp fold in the paper. she pockets it, and vows to herself that it is (at most) an insurance policy against the darkness. if the pressures of this new shield become too overwhelming, and she's forced to question her place at its head, then she'll have something she can trust in her back pocket. coordinated to be memorized.
a slow nod. ] Luckily, keeping secrets is a specialty of mine.
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a slow nod. ] Luckily, keeping secrets is a specialty of mine.
[ even with steve. ]