Intermission 1:
"Who told you about the stuff you weren't there for?" Angie asked as Peggy got up to put the kettle on. She made a face as she watched her. "and while you're up, some coffee'd be real nice."
"What? Not one for tea?"
Angie cocked her eyebrow at her. "You knew that one already, English. Anyway," she folded her arms over the back of the sofa. "I was just wondering how accurate it is."
Peggy lifted her chin. "It's…mostly accurate at least." She had left out a few parts, deciding it was probably better to not mention the bloodier details or mentioning any actual deaths. Certainly Angie would catch on to that fact after a while, there weren't many war stories a soul could tell that didn't involve at least one somewhere. "Steve's not – was not one for lying. Barnes' and Dugan's versions backed each other for the most part."
"Did they kidnap you because of him or…?"
Peggy smiled. She wasn't sure the term 'kidnaping' could be used in reference to enemy soldiers. "I was quite aware of that, but I'll get to that in a moment."
Angie seemed satisfied with that and slunk down into the couch again. Peggy glanced at the time, making sure they weren't going to be up too late talking. As she came back with the drinks, Angie asked her "so what's it like in a Nazi prison?"
"I'm assuming a lot worse than what I had." She handed Angie her coffee and resettled herself next to her. "It's one of the only times I was utterly grateful for someone thinking me to be completely incapable."
