Len came out from hiding and walked towards them, hands in his pockets, deceptively casual. He looked down at the hand on James' hand, and then up at her again. Peggy's eyes shifted to his, a little furrow appearing between her brows.

"James, then," she said, and offered her hand to Len. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure."

He clasped it, fingers cool against hers. "Leonard," he said simply, and glanced up at James. "He's never mentioned you," he added coolly, returning his gaze to hers. "You're going to keep this quiet, aren't you?"

She sighed, withdrawing her hand with a look of distaste, and casting a confused look at James before answering. "Yes, of course I will. I understand - there's no way Steve wouldn't go after you. But James, are you sure? If I try to find you, after the Skull is taken care of..."