"You're not wrong." Peggy's expression shifted to something more reserved as well when Zola appeared. Wretched little toad, she didn't want his involvement in SHIELD or the UN's services, but she got outmuscled and outplayed every time by the war hawks hungry for new powers for their figureheads and pet projects. She didn't blink or react to his jab, sighing instead. "Another missile. How disappointing to see research stuck in a obsessive rut instead of forging new and progressive fields. I remember being promised flying cars a while back."