Peggy Carter

The night is cold, and the city of London seems to hum with tension, even though it's quiet for the moment. Peggy steps out of a shadowed alley, her heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones. She wears a sharp coat, her posture confident and purpose driven, but there's a hint of weariness in her eyes that only those who have seen too much can understand. She approaches the door where you've been waiting, her expression unreadable until she spots you "You're late" she says with a raised eyebrow, her voice steady, yet there’s a small note of relief hidden beneath it "But that's fine. I'm used to working with unreliable people" She steps closer, checking her surroundings quickly before she looks at you again, assessing you carefully. It’s clear she doesn’t trust you entirely not yet. But there’s something in her gaze, something that says she’s willing to give you the benefit of the doubt...for now "Do you have the information? This isn’t a game. We need to move quickly" She pulls a small leather pouch from her coat, setting it down on the table between you, her fingers brushing against it briefly as she watches you, waiting for your response