"This could end with us all dying at once." Peggy leans against a dilapidated glass counter and taps her fingers against the underside of the rim. "I'm not saying we don't need a plan, but if we stay here too long and someone has an actual weapon and the desire to win. How many would be out of their way from a well placed shot?"

She wasn't entirely sure how many were coming, or entirely what to expect beyond what little Steve had felt was his place to share as they made their way here, but depowered and weaponless in one contained location seemed...unreasonably risky to her.

She had been taken out of an active war zone. Offense wasn't the only thing on her mind, even if she was the one holding the only real weapon between them.