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Started April 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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"What is it, Ms. Starks?" the immaculate British voice asked.

Peggy pulled the card Klaus had given her out of the pocket of her jacket, which was hanging off the back of her chair. She listed each number off in a clear voice, raising an eyebrow at how bad the handwriting was. Which was hypocritical, considering her literally looked like a mess of scribbles. "You get that?"

"Yes, ma'am. Would you like to call Mr. Kasady now?" Adam's processors already had the dialer up and ready.

"Uh…yeah, alright. Might as well make sure it's not a fake number." Peggy shrugged, looking back down at her gun.

The speakers reverberated the ringing noise for 5 seconds, and then the muffled click of the phone being answered.
"Who's this?" Klaus' voice asked over the speakers.

"The one and only official child of Tony Stark." Peggy quipped, grinning to herself. "Just making sure you could save the number. Also, you left your crutch here, you dunce."

"Yeah, I noticed that. I'll be fine." He sounded slightly out of breath.

"Obviously not." Peggy rolled her eyes, despite the fact that he couldn't see it. "Do I need to send someone to kidnap you?"

"I said I'm fine," he said with a grunt. "You've done enough for me."

"If you're absolutely sure. I do want you to call, or at least text me, if something happens though." God, she sounded like her dad.

"I will. I'll try my best to stay outta trouble."
"Call ended."

"So rude." Peggy said with a world-weary sigh. "So, Adam, anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

"Sadly, no. Your father left for a meeting, but that was about it," Adam said.

"Boring. Gotta figure out how to spice things up." Peggy furrowed her brows as she removed a sheet of metal, leaning closer to try and figure out what exactly she had just found.

"Seems your friend's fight is circling around multiple social media websites. They've even given him a nickname."

"Oh, really? Is it something good, at least?" Peggy asked, poking at the glowing power source with a screwdriver.

"They're calling him Amity, which is an antonym to Carnage. I find it quite clever, although you may not find it 'stylish.'"

"Huh. Wonder what he'll think of it when he finds out." Peggy mused, wincing as a powerful shock went through her hand. "Not at all stylin', but hey."

Not even 5 seconds later: "Incoming call from Klaus Kasady."

"Oh, quick, answer it!" Peggy's head shot up.

"What the fuck is Amity?" Klaus asked, sounding peeved.

"That'd be you, apparently." Peggy's amusement carried in her voice.

"This is bullshit. I finally get a nickname and I have to look it up in the dictionary?"

She snorted. "At least you've got one. Nobody's quite sure what to call me yet. Hey, I told you you'd get famous soon!"

"Amity," Adam said cheerfully, "a friendly relationship."

"Thanks Adam! See, it's, like, the opposite of Carnage." Peggy leaned back in her chair, spinning around. "Plus, that was the name of one of the..factions, I think, in the Divergent series."

"So people are gonna look up Amity and see my ugly mug instead of what they wanna see," he said, chuckling slightly.

"Hey, that could work to your favor. I'm gonna design merch for you now, dude." She decided, stopping her spinning to slide over to a file cabinet.

"Merch? I literally just got a nickname today. Seems like you're moving a bit fast."

"That's what she said." Slipped out before Peggy could even think to stop it, as she riffled around through haphazard files for a notebook.