A laugh, and, "She has. I'd only hope to return the favor."

"Could use a little more love and attention. But I'm old and I walk with a little limp. Pity me."

"You look like a woman to be feared, not pitied."

"Only when I'm hungry."

"Well, that sounds familiar." 

Aislin grins at Peggy. "You really can pick them, huh?"

"I," she says, "have excellent taste."

"If not particularly punctual ones."

"You got here eventually."

"I did, didn't I?"

Tighter hugs! "I'm going to have to get you caught up - so much has happened - you'll be so mad at some of it, so proud at others..."

"Peg, you've been teaching me shit since the day we met. I can't wait to hear everything."

She laughs. "So long as I can throw you to glare at some senators..."

"Oh, I am always up for yelling at politicians. You know me, fought like hell even before I could-"

A flash of light.

"-actually throw a punch."

"They won't know what's hit them."

Aislin flashed back to her smaller self. "Yeah, well, I wouldn't expect someone sixty years dead to punch me, either."

"Heh. Though getting you declared alive will be a headache... I'm tempted to keep you to myself for a while."

"You'll find me severely lacking in argument to that. For once."

"A day or three, maybe. I can take the time off. And then - we can face the world."

"That actually sounds really good. It's kind of hitting me now that I've...I've just come from the attack on HYDRA HQ."

"...I'll get the beer."

"Come on, sit down - let's get you comfortable."

Aislin gratefully sits down, feeling a weariness in her bones that probably comes from narrowly surviving death. 

She puts on soft music. Old music. That Aislin should know.

Aislin smiles softly. "I promised you something upbeat, didn't I?"