never mess with spies

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Who: Jim, Peggy, and Natasha
Broadcast: none.
Action: On the Heron.
When: right about now.



She only makes the call when he's well out of earshot, which should make him suspicious ordinarily but he's whistling on the shuttle ride back. Lunch is planned to be a chicken dish he can try with the oven, it's all marinated already. Might taste well with some lemon on the side.

Only when Peggy hangs back instead of command the space on the docking bay does something sort of prickle on his neck.

'Well? Would you like to eat first?'

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It was poetic, really. Jim Barnes had (seemingly) wanted the two women to grow friendlier. To matchmake them, it appeared, through the set-up of a shooting range. And while his heart was undoubtedly in the right place, Peggy and Natasha had their own way to play at the idea of being better pals. Although they clearly had a great deal in common, too much of it wasn't the sort of common ground that made for friendship. The two professionals were not about to lounge around and gab about the intelligence community.

Thankfully, they also has Jim in common. It made him a natural target. But only a well-intended one, and Peggy was smiling as she breezed by him. She knew the way to the kitchen.

"Really, I would say this is Jim's fault for not having arranged something like this sooner. Leaving it to us two to pick up all the slack."

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It's poetic. He grumbles, but in the end they did work together to do this, and all things considered he's getting off easy.

(Just think. They could have told Steve, and Steve would never let him live it down.)

'This is still my ship,' he calls to them both walking in front of him, 'I can change my mind.'