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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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"That's nice that it brought both of you at least," Stephen says warmly. He's never been much of a romantic in the past, but he's happy for them. If they're to be stranded in some strange dimension, it's good that they have each other.

"This place took me from less than optimal timing," he says, his tone going dry. "But I also apparently missed my own death, so I suppose I should be glad to be here."

He's more annoyed with the not knowing than he is concerned about being dead. He would rather go back and figure out what went on. He still doesn't believe it's over, not if he told Tony it was his plan.

"Eventually," she clarifies, seeing as she'd been in Darrow for a year before Daniel had made his appearance known. She'd almost given up hope, though she had never really moved on romantically, stuck on only a few people and knowing that she had no intentions of moving from there.

"How bad off is the future?" she can't help but ask. "I've gotten small hints about it, but never the full picture. Or is this not the venue to talk about it?"

"It isn't, we should enjoy the party," Stephen says, tipping his glass toward Peggy with a smile and taking a drink. There are more appropriate times to speak about future timelines, especially when they're beyond what any of them can do from here.

"However," he adds, thoughtfully, "I have been meaning to speak with Tony about this. That we should arrange a meeting, perhaps, with the members of Shield." He smiles briefly. "And the Avengers and other...powered individuals. To bring everyone up to date, in case the threat that Tony and I experienced somehow follows us here. But, another time."

She gives him a nod of her head, with a look that says that while she's happy to defer the topic, she's not going to forget about it. After all, she's far too nosy and curious about things and she's not going to simply let this drop.

"Make it after the wedding and I'll be there," she promises, though she also knows that if it's truly serious, then she'll also be there before the wedding and whenever she's needed.