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This, he thinks, has to be a decent bachelorette party.

Maybe not for the average bride, maybe other people out there want strippers and sashes that read BRIDE-TO-BE and phallic decorations, but Peggy had made it very clear to John that she wanted none of that.

So he'd rented out a bar. An entire bar. The guest list isn't particularly extensive, they don't need the entire bar, but he'd seen no reason not to do it anyway. It means they have the entire place to themselves, they can control the music, and the bartender has only them to serve. And John has paid a flat fee for the bartender and the serving staff, plus given them a significant tip, so they're attending the party perfectly.

The bar is nice, with comfortable chairs and several pool tables, as well as a well stocked jukebox that he thinks has just about anything someone might think to play. Maybe not Dutch, she probably knows songs none of them have ever heard before, but there's probably plenty on the jukebox she'll still enjoy.

There are appetizers, lots of them, covering just about any option a person could want. The same goes for alcohol.

All in all, for someone not all that inclined toward attending parties, he thinks he's done a fairly good job capturing something Peggy will enjoy. And that's the point of tonight, giving her a party to celebrate her future and everything that's to come with people she enjoys spending time with.

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"He has extremely good taste," Peggy quips, feeling a little egotistical, but willing to go with it. "I should know, after all." She finishes the rest of the drink with ease, waving the bartender off because she doesn't want to get too messy just yet.

"I'm still a bit in shock that it's happening so soon," she admits. "I know there's no reason to delay it, but given that I've almost been married once, it feels like this ought to be a longer delay."

"Almost?" Wanda asks, eyebrows raising with faint curiosity. She doesn't push further than that. It seems like it would be in particularly bad taste to pry, especially when they're celebrating her upcoming wedding, but she can't help wanting to know, if Peggy will tell.

"Sometimes, too much waiting doesn't help."

"I was engaged before all this," she admits, thinking that it's in poor taste to lie to Wanda, especially when she wants to be honest. "I was eighteen and very young, trying to do what my mother wanted of me. My brother managed to talk me out of it by helping get me a job offer."

She shrugs, ordering a new drink and feeling daring for thinking of that break. "It's how I met Steve, it's how I got into the SSR and met Daniel," she says. "Without leaving Fred, I never would have made it to here."

"I don't think I believe in fate but sometimes the way things turn out is such a strange thing," she agrees. If she'd never touched that life cradle and seen one thing, she'd never have made the choices that made her an Avenger. If she'd chosen not to play in Tony Stark's mind and on and on and on. How she went from one place in this life to another is hard to explain.

"I'm glad you made it here though, to all of this."

"I am too, even if sometimes I think that perhaps we're all trapped here and we could be doing far more if we were home," she says, though at least they're trapped here together, all of them. "I have to ask," she says, quietly.

"And you don't have to answer if you don't want," she adds, "but is there someone you'd like to bring to the wedding? We'd love to invite all guests, of course."

Peggy starts out her question and at first Wanda's nervous, thinking she means to ask something about the less impressive parts of her past or personal life. What follows is almost a relief, though she does blush a little. There is someone she can think of and, in retrospect, whom Julie had very assiduously tried to win her over for, but inviting him to a wedding?

Wanda's still not entirely sure what she thinks of Illya. Certainly, she would call them friendly, respectful, but she'd rather not consider further options yet. Not opposed but...not yet.

"Maybe," she says. "I'm still getting the idea of him."

"I know that process," Peggy assures, settling comfortably now that she's decided she doesn't intend to leave, and would much rather talk about this. It's not that she wants to gossip about a man, but Peggy understands what it's like to feel someone out. "I don't know how much Daniel told you, but it took us quite some time to get together."

"My fault, really," she admits. "I was still so in love with Steve for so long," she confesses, "it wouldn't have been fair to anyone to move on before I had made my peace and said goodbye."

"He's hard to ignore, and he's a good man," Wanda agrees. She hadn't quite been infatuated with Steve, at least not romantically, but for the first little while she'd been in awe of him giving her a chance. If he'd told her, after Sokovia, that their association was done, Wanda wouldn't have faulted him. Instead, he'd invited her back, become her mentor. At first she'd been overly careful, convinced that a minor infraction would send her home, but then a week had become a month had become a year.

"Daniel is a good man too. Sometimes, he reminds me of Steve. I don't now what he'd think abut that, but he does."

And Illya? She has no idea.

"I see it too," Peggy says, which isn't something she would ever say to Daniel. She knows how much he doesn't want to live in the man's shadow, which is why she keeps it to herself, but it's true. She genuinely sees that fight in him, but it's not the Captain America version of him, it's the one from before.

"When Steve first came to the program, that's how Daniel reminds me of him. Courageous and kind and brave, putting someone else first." She knows Steve retained those qualities, but they were harder to see for some, in such a skinny vessel.

"That much hasn't changed," Wanda says with a smile. "He saw the best in me when I didn't." Multiple times, truthfully. First in Seoul and again and again, all the way up to Lagos.

"There are not enough men like them in the world." It's a rare privilege to have, for a short time, been surrounded by them with Rhodey, Sam, Steve, and even Vision. And now Daniel. "They make you remember the world isn't all bad."

"We definitely need more of them," Peggy agrees, leaning forward to order them another round from the bar, though this time she thinks that it would be better to have something a little less sweet. "Can we have something else?" she coaxes the bartender. "Whiskeys, two of them. Strong as you like."

With a firm nod, she gives Wanda a pleased smile. "Thank you for coming out for this and not making me feel rather pathetic."

"I think this man, Illya, could be one of them but I don't know for sure," she admits. "And he is so very Russian." It's not the man's country of origin that bothers her. It's the year he's from and the apparent level of national allegiance he'd seemed to have.

Wanda laughs with Peggy, nodding at the order. "I cannot get drunk but that won't stop you from trying?" she guesses, entirely friendly.

Peggy laughs at that, because she can understand the issue inherent. "I'll have to meet him, see if I can't bar the prejudice against Russians from my mind." That, or the healthy fear after what happened in New York, but Peggy knows that's not every Russian.

"I have a very high tolerance," she admits. "How about we get me just close to the edge of it?"

"He and I got off on the wrong foot. Everything since has been about, I don't know, what's the word?" Wanda waves her hand in the air, entirely without powers, as she tries to think. "Reconcile. I had impressions of him. Him of me..."

Once, quite a long time ago, Wanda thinks she and Peggy might have been in danger of that given their awkward first meeting. She's very glad it isn't so.

She takes the whiskey, smiling faintly. "To the edge, but not falling off."