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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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"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."