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I can be. You want to do this in person, or just interested in a phone call?

We could have a drink?

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Actually, now that you mention it, a drink sounds like a wonderful idea.

Where shall I meet you?

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They usually do around here. We can meet at the bar, or if you'd rather something more private I have a few bottles stashed in my suite?

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Your suite is the perfect place. It would be lovely to have a quieter environment to speak in.

Should I bring any snacks?

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I wouldn't say no to it. Probably better than drinking on an empty stomach.

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Then I shall bring as much as I can carry. See you in thirty minutes?

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See you then.

[By the time Peggy arrives, Natasha is dressed and relatively well kept. Better than she's been on some of their previous meetings.

Demonic features aside. Those get harder to hide over time.

She has a couple of bottles out on a table in the sitting area, waiting, and a pair of whiskey glasses.

She's ready.]

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[Peggy decided her best course of action was to place all of the snacks into a bag to make it easier to carry. It also gives her an idea of how many snacks she thinks they will need.

But she brings an extra couple just in case.]

Hello, Natasha. [She gives her a smile in greeting, setting the bag down next to the table.] I've brought chips, pretzels, cookies and well, whatever snack food I could find in the kitchen really.

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[Natasha steps out of the way, inviting Peggy in. She gestures toward the couches.

The joys of having an executive suite.]

I could go for some cookies. Might as well enjoy them while we have them, right?

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Especially when they're chocolate chip. [Peggy lifts the container of cookies and hands it to Natasha for her to open.]

I will pour us some drinks. [Well, they should start with the whiskey. She lifts the bottle and fills up their glasses, taking a seat on the couch.]

We should do this more often.

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[Natasha takes a seat perched on the arm of a sofa, one foot tucked up to her body.

One cookie goes in her mouth immediately.]

We should. I'd say most of my visitors lately are men, but honestly, most of them are super soldiers.

[Which is to say, it's a small circle.]

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They do seem common around here, don't they? [She laughs, clearly joking.]

Truthfully, I haven't invited many people to my room. I tend to meet them in the coffee shop or at the main hotel bar.

[Lifting a cookie for herself, she takes a huge bite and eats it slowly. Peggy wants to savour each bit.]

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I respect a woman who protects her privacy.

[Natasha raises the glass of whiskey to her lips, sipping. It's a good sign; she actually wants to enjoy the alcohol.]

But why have all of this space if I don't have people over? Plus, this is another sort of privacy.

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You make an excellent point, Natasha. If I had a space like this, I'd feel more inclined to invite people to it.

[When she's finished with the cookie, she reaches for her whiskey and takes a generous sip.]

Most of the time I just have an early night and go to bed. Hardly exciting.

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Gosh, Peggy, that's awful wholesome for hell. You're not getting out and socializing?

[She says it teasing. Natasha doesn't intend to push Peggy to actually answer.

She's here now.]

Maybe I should drag you out more often. Though I might be a bad influence.

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Maybe a bad influence is exactly the thing I need.

[Peggy replies sagely, reaching for another cookie.]

Not the kind that will add to my sin list of course, but enough to loosen me up.

[It's not the whiskey talking.]

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We're off to a good start.

[Natasha lifts her glass in a half-toast, then sets it down after a sip.

She reaches for another cookie.]

Though I can't promise it won't add gluttony to your list.

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[Her lips twitch with faint amusement.]

Well, I suppose it's not the worst of the deadly sins.

[She finishes the cookie in about three bites.]

Anyway, we deserve a treat every now and again. Especially with the shit they put us through.

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Some of us deserve it for more reasons than that, I think. Besides, everyone needs to have a little fun from time to time.

Even us?

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Even us.

[Peggy takes a swig from her glass.]

I probably haven't been having as much fun as I should be having.

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To be fair, it's easy not to have fun around here. And it was nearly a year before I broke down and admitted it was all right to do it intentionally.

[Prior to that, she'd tried very hard to be all business.]

But you're running into some old friends here, aren't you?

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I am running into old friends, yes. Also managed to make some new ones also. Aside from you.

[Her expression grows fond for a moment. It wouldn't be the same without Natasha.]

Have you met Nikola Tesla yet?

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I have, actually. He's an interesting man.

[She wouldn't call them close, but he certainly made an impression.

Makes an impression.]

You two hit it off?

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I think so, yes. He is interesting as you say.

[Peggy smiles, taking a sip from her drink.]

Never expected to meet someone from history before. He died in 1943.

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Apparently faked his own death.

[Or at least this version of them did. Hard to say one way or the other what happened in their own universe.

At this point, Natasha wouldn't frankly be surprised if he were a vampire there either.]

I hate to point this out to you, Carter, but from my perspective you are someone from history.