"Well a different future for me I think, I'm not sure about you, that remains to be seen, I think there are ways of figuring that out, I'm getting pretty good at it," she smiled a bit proudly. She'd been doing her research. Thanks to friends of friends in other doors and devices full of digital comics and films from other doors. And the newspaper articles from this door. "You," she said looking at her seriously, "Manage perfectly." And she was serious about it.
When Stark Tower blocked out the sun, or rather the sun behind the clouds Sharon had to laugh just a bit, "Well Tony's not exactly the," she paused for emphasis, "tallest of the Avengers," she said smiling wryly. "Which is another thing I'll explain," she assured her.
Sharon couldn't really stop herself at that point, she linked her arm through Peggy's, just in case she tried to run off. Because that wasn't creepy or weird. Or anything strange at all. "I have a hotel suite at the Pierre, two bedrooms, I would love to have you stay, just for however long you'd like until you got settled, or even if you wanted to have dinner, or get out of the weather. I don't know if you have anything else arranged." The hopefulness was clear, on her face, the little girl asking Aunt Peggy if she would stay over when she was coming for a holiday or a birthday party was exactly how Sharon felt, and while the answer was almost always a resigned sighing yes, Sharon didn't necessarily expect it if only because an Aunt Peggy this young might be immune to it. Especially considering she had just met the grown woman inviting her back for dinner and a slumber party. Secret Agent Sharon strikes again.