Cute? Cute? Bloody hell, she might have snapped and snarled had she not been so thoroughly flummoxed by every other aspect of this conversation. With a bounce of curls, Peggy shakes her head. "Only it's not. Not you. Stark Industries--"

Of course! Unexplained phenomena. Peggy ought to have known that the root of this problem is likely bad science. Blame Stark for somehow bringing a cadre of innocents here. Her lower lip juts, and she demands: "Where's Howard?"