"At this rate," Peggy says wryly as she finds a vein in your arm, before filling a clean syringe with a strange yellow liquid — an antibiotic for your wounds, most likely, "I believe it may be safe to assume you get yourself hurt on purpose."

Is she wrong? You're not sure. Agent Carter is rather quick to come to your rescue. Granted, you're an efficient specialized skills officer, so you're typically able to get yourself out of a pinch; you're slippery like that, you know, and you love to give chase to your targets.

However, there's something about screwing up so massively that it catches Peggy's rarely stolen attention that just makes you... play fast and loose with your life, sometimes. Maybe. You can't help that. Who can blame you?

Peggy raises an inquisitive brow as she pokes you with the needle. There's a slight sting, but you barely blink. The serum slowly disappears into your body.

"Well, am I wrong, Agent?"