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Started April 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Ah, I see," Atiena nodded, "If you think we are then I suppose we are."

Peggy grinned. "That sounds like I've got a chance."

"Very good chance," he admitted, sitting up in his seat with a grunt.

"Ah, I see," Atiena nodded, "If you think we are then I suppose we are."

Silas smiled in her direction. "So, what do yall do for fun?"

"Ah, well, fun right now sounds like a warm bed and a shit load of pain pills," he said, rubbing his ribs gingerly.

"Fun is causing a little bit of mischief," Atiena grinned, "Of course not right now, but at points yes."

Peggy dug around her purse, pulling out a small pill bottle and tossing it to Klaus. "Best I've found for a quick after fight pain relief. As for mischief, why not now?"

"Anyone like spray painting?" Silas smirked

He unscrewed the bottle and pulled out 3 of them, swallowing them without any water. "You have a fight, Ms. Stark."

"Spray painting is always fun," Atiena nodded, "Also first impressions are not the time for mischief. Second meeting are, so I would beware Ms. Stark."

"This would be our second meeting." Peggy said with a wink. "Wait, shit, I do have a fight."

"Do you still want me to stay back in case shit gets real?" Klaus asked, reaching over for his crutch.

"You don't have to, but company is always appreciated." Peggy said, standing and stretching.

He used the crutch to pull himself to his feet, groaning. "Don't know how much my hip will take, but yeah, I will."

"You can always just head back to the tower to crash." Peggy said, raising an eyebrow.

"Is that what a hero would do?" He asked with a grin.

"I will come and help," Atiena stated pulling out the necklace.

He shook his head. "She's been challenged. This is a one on one."
Klaus shrugged. "Just the way things work around here. I'm just coming in case she needs to be dragged home."

"Can we tag along? I could use a change of pace." He said

"I don't need someone to drag me home." Peggy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she pouted. "More cheerleaders are welcome though. Since somebody's being a stick-in-the-mud."

"Thank God, Axel gets to run" he muttered, more to himself than the others

Damon smirks "what do friends call you? G?"

"I'm being realistic. You use a suit made of metal against someone who can bend metal to their will." He gave her a dry look. "Doesnt sound like the fight's in your favor."

"Rude." Peggy huffed. "If I wanted somebody to point out the flaws in my lack of a plan, I'd have asked."

"I don't need to be asked." Would he really feel bad of she got her ass kicked? No. Pity and empathy just weren't emotions he had. But did he want her to get hurt? Of course not. Despite how annoying Peggy was at times, she was really starting to grow on him.

Peggy wrinkled her nose at him. "Take your two cents back. I'm well aware how shitty this idea is."

"Obviously not aware enough, since you're still going through with it," he pointed out.

"Nah, that's just my thing." She grinned, straightening up.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, whatever. Just dont come crying to me when you get beat, 'cause we both know I dont have those emotions," he said.

"who we fighting anyway? Iron dumb dumb himself or Iron tot?" Damon said reffering to Tony and Peggy