"So you knew the original Jarvis?" Eva asked in an awestruck voice, sat at Peggy's bedside. "What was he like?"

"The very archetype of a British butler," Peggy recalled fondly, "really rather blundering when out of his comfort zone, but also incredibly loyal. Stark really created an AI to replace him?"

"From what I gathered," she nodded, "I think he missed him."

"It sounds like the sort of thing Howard would do," Peggy said, "and now you're his closest friend. Funny, how small the world is sometimes."

"Tell me about it," said Eva drily. "Can't move for superheroes most days."

"I just wish Steve was still alive to see this," said Peggy with a trace of sadness, "he was the first of them, after all."

"I… yeah."

Peggy's Alzheimer's was getting worse. A few times now she had forgotten who Eva was, and was convinced she had only been moved to the Brooklyn home a couple of days ago. A lot of the time now, she would talk like it was only the 1970s at latest, and Eva had started wearing dresses borrowed from Alvie's thrift-store wardrobe when she visited her to avoid having to explain her 21st century clothes. Eva and Steve had agreed it was easier for everyone not to explain things every time they visited, but as much as she loved the former head of SHIELD her visits got more and more painful each time.

Still, they had their advantages.

"Did I ever tell you about the time Howard tried to hide one of his girlfriends under the table of a conference room during a four hour meeting?"

"I don't believe you have," she grinned, "please, do go into details."

"Oh, gladly, my darling. You see, he was lucky I was two minutes earlier than the rest or he would have been caught with his trousers down, literally."

"Oh, dear God."

"That's what he was saying. So I had to try and negotiate the first deal between STRIKE and SHIELD with a half-naked secretary at my feet and the most insufferable playboy I've ever encountered trying not to crack up. And then halfway through she fell asleep, which would have been a mercy if it hadn't been for the snoring."

"It keeps getting worse," Eva whispered through her fingers. "Please tell me that's it."

"Not even close."

A/N super-short chapter but who cares because it's Peggy, right? Everyone loves Peggy. I also wanted to avoid going into detail to keep this as a child-friendly fic. I'll leave it to your imagination to decide what happened next.