00:00:00 | The Bird and the Playboy
She felt it and squeezed back. “Not even thirty yet.” She chuckled. “I had to do something. Had to make my daddy proud.” There is a sadness in her voice as she said that.
She shook it out and looked up. “Its a jetpack of sorts.. But with wings. I’m part of the Falcon project.” She puffs up with pride. “Only female to be picked and I’m the best at what I do.”
She chuckled. “I sound like a damn fool.”
“I’ve busted my ass to earn my rank, to prove I’m as good if not better than these idiots who call themselves soldiers.”
“I get that,” Tony replies, worrying his lower lip, “not that, I don’t think I managed to make Howard proud before the car crash happened, but you know.” The engineer tries not to think about whether Howard would be proud of him today, because that train of thought never ends well for him.
“Can you show me how you fly? Because I’m sure that’d look amazing.” He finds his smile again, then, wondering whether it makes sense to be proud just because his soulmate is kind of awesome through no contribution of himself. “It’s not being foolish when it’s true, and I believe you. Actually, you know what legend you remind me of right now? Peggy Carter.”
She stopped and looked him, incredulously. "You think I’m like Peggy Carter?” Her heart is pounding in her ears and her grin is about split her face as she drops Tony’s hand and moves to kiss him, hard and fast.
“Thank you,” she whispered, smiling up at him. “She’s the reason I went army. Because it a British woman could do it, so could I.” She takes his hand again and tugs him along, eager to show him what she could do.
