Peggy was, desptie her relatively calm demeanor, feeling rather overwhelmed everything. She had fought a war, seen people die and had been betrayed and then reaccepted by those who called her friends and collegues. Here she was though, seventy years in the future with no clue as to what to do and she hated that feeling. Peggy had always appreciated being strong and being in control of a situation no matter what it was. Here, she was already knowing that she wasn't in control of the situation and there was little that she could actually do expect accept it and make the most of her life.
Except she didn't want to do that. Though she was glad to have this chance with Steve again.
"Thank you, I do appreciate it," she said leaning in to kiss his cheek.
"I came close to it. One of them was shot due to me though," she admitted with a shrug. "When they think you're helping someone who's been charged with treason? It doesn't go overwell. They're men who think they're better than me. Or did at least. After what happened I've been able to prove to them I can hold my own. One or two aren't bad but it's still very much a man's world unfortunately."