No matter how much he tried he couldn't understand her at all. The past few weeks he had began to admire and trust her, he even confided in her his most kept secret, the reason he woke up in night covered in sweat and with the taste of guilt in his mouth. And now this. Peggy Carter: Stark's accomplice, a traitor.
Why on earth would she cooperate with him? Was their friendship so strong that she betrayed her country for him? Was she in love with Stark? He dismissed this thought immediately. She was a clever woman, that much was certain, she wouldn't fall for a guy like Stark…
Why Peggy? Why? I tried to give you a chance, you could talk to me, we could work things out…. Oh really Thompson? He scolded himself. She could talk to you? You've been nothing but disrespectful to her all this time.… You treated her like rubbish, like she was a secretary and not a fellow agent, and despite all this, she still saved your life back in Russia… How could she trust in you?
He slowly realized that he was not only angry at her, but also at himself, for not being able to stop all this. For not being able to prevent Agent Carter being handcuffed in the agency's interrogation room. Only because he was a jackass to her..