A few days passed without any sightings of Angie. Without the information of seeing her, there wasn't much to go off of. Peggy walked into the lab hoping for some improvement. Jemma and Fitz were watching Tony tinker with one of Fitz's drones, "I mean, it's pretty sleek."

"You really think?" Fitz had been following Tony around like a lost puppy. "I have a few other prototypes-"

"Director Carter." Jemma greeted, "You look well rested."

Peggy shrugged, "Steve is persistently stubborn about me sleeping."

"Peppers the same way." Tony put the drone down, "What brings you to the Nerd department?"

"A change in scenery perhaps. I'm running out of information to go on." she looked around the lab, at all the intense technology, "Any good news?"

"We're doing full scans of every security camera on the planet." Fitz walked over to a computer to see if anything had showed up yet.

"Good ol' SHIELD." Tony muttered, "Peaking over everyone's fences.."

Peggy watched Fitz look through the data being collected, "It's remarkable, doing something like this back in my day would be almost impossible." she took another look at the lab, "No… it would be impossible."

Fitz sat back in his chair watching as some small alerts were tallied up on the screen. "I'll send the files to you."

"Right…"

Tony smiled and pointed at Peggy, "You do know how to open them on the computer right… and print them? Pretty basic stuff-"

"Yes I do." Peggy said defensively. "It may have taken a while but I can manage that. The technology curve is steep but I'm managing just fine. Social media is amazingly distracting."

"All sent." Fitz stood up, "Ward will mess up soon. He's going to start feeling too safe soon enough."

"Do you all have some traumatic past thing?" Tony asked putting his attention back on the engine of a drone.

Jemma scoffed, "Do I have a few things to say about Grant Ward. He dropped us in a crate that sank to the bottom of the ocean, he tortured Bobbi, he was in our team and he was Hydra the whole time."

"Nazi Bastard." Fitz busied himself with something.

"Glad I asked." Tony nodded, then picked up the engine, "There, I just enhanced the power supply. It should be able to be out for probably 5 days now."

That got his attention back, "Five days? How in the bloody hell is that possible?"

Tony pointed up close, "The wires got fused together from the heat of running the thing. Simple enough to over look."

"I'm off now. Don't have too much fun. Let me know if you find anything new." Peggy walked out the doors of the lab. The Playground labyrinth was slowly becoming second nature. She walked by a training room to see Natasha and Bucky wrestling on the floor, painfully matched. She had to see the end of this.

Inside Steve was running on a treadmill that for a normal person would be sprinting, but he was at a light jog. He waved, "I can't believe it you're out of the office."

"Don't hold your breath, especially at that speed." she watched as Natasha was thrown off of Bucky, slamming into the mat with great force. "How long have they been-"

"Like, 15 minutes." He checked his watch. "I think Nat's just being nice."

"HEARD THAT!" Bucky grunted throwing a few punches, that Natasha gladly re-gifted then hooked her foot behind Bucky shoving him to the ground unceremoniously. In return Bucky kicked her legs from under her, slamming Natasha down. He spoke in Russian, "best 2 out of 3?"

"No." Natasha stayed on the ground. "1 out of 1 will do… for now."

"Thank god." Bucky relaxed in equal defeat, "I was 10 seconds from falling."

Steve slowed the treadmill down and stepped off, "You two should sell tickets." He kissed Peggy's cheek, "Any news?"

"No, I feel like I'm watching paint dry. I need to think about something else before I go mad."

"There's always wedding planning." Steve suggested with a sheepish grin, "Cause that has to happen eventually…"

Peggy rolled her eyes, "Jesus your right."

"Don't sound so excited." Bucky commented from the ground.

"Don't let Pepper plan the thing, unless you want it to be crazy big." Natasha managed to get up and limp to her water bottle.

"I suppose I'll need a maid of Honor. Would you like to take up the job." Peggy avoided this scenario since there was no saying what madness Natasha would bring… but she didn't have too many close friends.

Natasha grinned, "I guess you're out of a best man Steve."

"I already asked Bucky." Steve walked over to Bucky and helped him up.

"Yeah like 80 years ago…" Bucky stood up, "But I think I can handle that."

Natasha threw Bucky his water, "Come on we have some Bachelor and Bachelorette parties to plan." she motioned him to follow her, which Bucky did happily.

Peggy turned watching them leave. Once the door closed Peggy sighed "They're flirting."

"What?" the innocent Steve choked on his water, "You think Bruce and Nat?"

"It's logical. They've been through the same thing… have been spending a lot of time together."

Steve chewed on the theory, "God help Bucky." he went to his bag and pulled out some white tape and started wrapping his knuckles, "So do you think you can take a day off and go to the Barton Thanksgiving feast?"

"Thanksgiving." She sighed, "One of America's more sensible traditions.. I suppose I could. I mean there's a whole fleet of Agents here who are doing exactly what I'm doing. Only they're better at it."

He threw her the tape, "You should change and keep me company."

"You just like seeing me in those workout clothes." Peggy resisted the urge to chuck the roll back at him with full force.

Steve chuckled, "Only in the same way you feel about me and what I wear."

"I suppose you're right. There we're even, we equally objectify each other. I believe that's ground for a perfect marriage." Peggy walked to the door, "I'll be back in a few minutes ready to kick your arse…" She opened the door and hesitated, "Or, you can follow me back to my quarters."

Steve without hesitation followed her.