She didn’t notice the door opening or the footsteps; Peggy was far too lost in the way her fists pounded at the punching bag in front of her, the vibration going up and down her arms like a tuning fork but it was all she needed to burn the anger out of her. Control was always better in her mind and everything she said and did was perfectly calculated to provide maximum impact along her control lines. There was little doubt in her mind that anger meant she was out of control and it needed to be dealt with.
Peggy didn’t register the man in front of her until the bag she was pounding with fury and malice stiffened and stopped swinging. She could tell who it was without looking at his face; she was simply trained to recognise gait and build. Tony wasn’t her favourite person right now although she was hard pressed to be angry for too long at someone who did such a heroic act, stupid and risky as it was. She simply kept beating on the bag until she was panting and sweat beading at her forehead. It took a damned lot for Peggy Carter to break a sweat.
As her attention span waned, she looked up at Tony silently for a second, turning around and unstrapping her hands. It took a moment for her to calculate her words but they were always designed to sting the most when she wanted them too. “If you’re looking for an apology, I’m afraid you’ll be waiting a long time.” She dumped her straps into her gym bag and glanced at him.