He'd been thinking through a paradox generator design that would be able to filter all the things happening on the Island and created a pattern discernible to them, when the sound of a very familiar voice brought him back to the present paradox with a thud.
"Peggy!" He leapt up and held the door for her, knowing better than to offer to take the pallet. The memory of the test she carried out on Steve's shield was still as fresh in his memory as if it happened yesterday. Which wasn't that far from the truth.
"My, what do you have there?" he asked as the former SSR agent wheeled inside.