Sometimes, when he looked at her like that in particular, it got her back up in a very specific way. That arched brow and set eyes, dark and brooding, like she was his toy that someone else had dared to play with. Peggy sipped her tea before answering, taking her time.
"No, his daughter was. I gave her some advice about shooting a moving target." she replied, taking the screwdriver from Steve's hand since he had stopped working on fixing the toy.