[ No, shit like this doesn't just happen, even in her world of the weird and wonderful. It will be, as the decades march on into the present Fitz is from, but as of her point in time it's only just beginning. And yet she feels relatively capable of handling whatever's been thrown at them so far — with some stumbles along the way, but she's only human. Good that they have each other to lean on. Good that they have others better versed in the chaos to find the sense in it.

So she nods, then she listens. She had asked, after all, and Cain fills in the blanks she's had since the dreams without prompting. He's not much older than she was when she leapt into the war and the road leading to his wasn't easy to begin with. ]

Don't sell yourself short, Cain. [ Peggy looks out to the glittering city beyond. ] When I was a little girl, I'd dreamed of a life of adventure. I lost sight of that somewhere along the way. [ A beat, and she huffs out a breath and amends, ] No, I let the world drum it out of me. So much so that when I was recruited, I was convinced they'd made a mistake. I turned them down at first. But here I am.

[ She bumps her shoulder to his, light and easy. ]

You might surprise yourself, too.