"You're used to showing up in a fountain, clawing your way out, and finding yourself in a town better suited to our childhoods?" Peggy remarks, her eyes widening in a mild prod at him, seeing as she can't help the way sarcasm laps at her words a little. "Well, then, you would be a first. You could write about your experiences, help others," is her deadpanned conclusion.

The raise of her brow after is a pointed comment that she doesn't believe him for a single second, and he's not going to get away with deflecting. "That said, no, I haven't taken a particularly villainous turn, lately. I'm just trapped here, along with you."

With the tea boiled, she brings over two cups and settles in a chair opposite Barnes, wondering how long he'll stay with her this time. She's become so inured to loss, but she's not sure if she can handle losing a friend yet again, especially one she'd grown close to, twice before.