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[A weekend of lost memories - it sat poorly with her, especially when she went back over her notes and found them missing as well. The dates for the weekend were written in her hand, but anything she'd written had been erased. Or maybe she hadn't written anything. The most concerning thing was that now that the weekend had ended, several people had gone missing or returned. Two days was a long time to lose her bearings and it made her restless. Which was why she'd gone to the shop to look around for anything useful.

Last thing she expected was to find the glove and eyeglass set - something so useful just left here like it was a new toy to be experimented with by anyone in the village. Something about it drew her to using it, but after the first day and the headaches, she realized it was probably something that belonged to someone. Which is why a few days later, after the headaches settle, she asks the village.]

Agent Carter reporting in with a few questions for the village.

One: Has anyone lost a pair of these? [She holds up the sunglasses, labeled ARI on the side to the camera.] I located them in the shop - interesting technology you have. I'd like to return them, if you're inclined to receive them.

[It packs one hell of a punch anyway, and she does not want that anymore. Peggy rubs her temple as he sets the glasses down out of view.]

Two: Sparring partners - hand to hand combat, preferably advanced non-magic practitioners. Willing to train people new to it, but more looking for practice myself. Can also train or spar in weapons - guns or knives specifically.

Three: On a more personal note, to my roommates - if you don't start cleaning your areas and picking up your things, I will do it for you.

[She looks straight into the camera with her usual no-nonsense look in her eyes.]

You will not enjoy it if I am forced to do so.

That is all.

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[Hand to hand - that's excellent. Judging from his build, he should be a challenge, too. That's what she needs.]

Tomorrow then - barracks. What time is best? I usually train mid-mornings before work.

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[He probably had a foot and a hundred pounds on her, if she was around the average numbers for an Earthling woman. He would take it easy-- to a point. It was never wise to underestimate military chicks.]

Mid-morning sounds perfect to me. Anything you want me to bring along, Agent Carter?

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Just yourself and don't be late - 10AM. Any rules you'd like to set besides the usual - no kill shots, no wing breaks?

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Yes, Ma'am. And...no extra rules, just play it safe.

[There had already been enough wing injuries in his life to last him for the rest of the year.]

...And the name's Cliff. Cliff Fittir. I look forward to seeing you.

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[Cliff Fittir - she's heard of him. The tall blond man who trained the children; good to know.]

Always, Mr. Fittir. I'll see you tomorrow at 10.

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Sure thing.

[With that and one final grin, Cliff shut the book.

He arrived on time the next morning, clad in his usual outfit and bomber coat that he preferred to use in the winter. For once he wasn't wearing his gauntlets while training-- it wasn't often that he found a person to go hand-to-hand with, and this woman was significantly smaller than him.]

Yo, [He waved when he saw her.] 'Sup, Agent Carter?

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[She was wearing her usual skirt suit and blouse combination, the warmer outer coat left hanging by the door. Before Cliff had come in, she'd done her morning workout with Levi so she was sitting when Cliff arrived, one leg crossed over the other as she read the journals. She raised her head when he entered, closing the book and standing.]

Good day, Mr. Fittir. I trust you're ready?

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Anytime you are.

[He grinned-- and hoped that she knew what she was doing in that skirt.]

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Anytime, hm? [She sets the book on top of the chair and then puts a hand on the back of it. Well, he seems like he should be able to handle himself, so here we go.

In one fluid movement, she swings and flings the folding chair right at Cliff, heels snapping over the floor as he runs to follow it up with a hard right punch into the ribs.]

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[She fought dirty!

The chair was dodged with in a clean movement, but it provided enough of a distraction to allow peggy to close in on him within a heart beat. Not even his inborn reflexes were enough to block her blow until the last moment.]

Whoa, [He said, pushing her off of him,] you're pretty good!

[He lunged, leading with a fist aimed for the gut.]

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You said 'anytime.' [He's stronger than her - that much can be assessed by the deflection. But he's slower and that's the advantage she can push. She jumps back and twists to the side, narrowly avoiding the fist coming in at her and then goes for a quick strike to his inner arm, right at the bicep.]

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[She dodged and swooped inside his guard with the grace of a dancer, and made one point very clear: it had been far too long since he sparred like this swith someone on his level.]

That doesn't change the facts.

[He pulled back just enough to avoid the worst of the blow and retaliated with a swooping roundhouse]

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Glad to see you understand then.

[Her height difference with him was an advantage and she dropped low to the ground, her skirt hiking as she does so. Peggy doesn't seem to care, however, because she can feel the air kicking her hair up as Cliff's leg passes just barely over her head. In return, she spins and goes for a leg sweep.]

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[Down he goes. Once more she had gotten inside his guard, but he wasn't going to just fall without retaliation. Cliff made to catch her before she retreated, intent on dragging her down too.]

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[The grab works and she is pulled down as he goes, but not without a fight. As she falls she turns to throw a fist straight into his stomach, using her momentum to fuel it.]

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[He took the punch with a grunt, silently applauding her skill, and took the both of them in a roll-- it was a clear attempt to pin her underneath his own weight.]

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[She isn't about to let herself get pinned and as he rolls, she twists and tries to break free, using his strength to throw her out of his reach.]

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[--And she was gone, leaving him in a vulnerable position. He needed to move before landed another hit...]

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[She rolls and springs back up, trying to close in before he can run, but his longer legs give him the advantage of distance. There's space between them now and Peggy stays back, putting her hands up in a defensive boxing stance. Underneath it all, she's breathing hard, but the adrenaline rush of competing against a man again is enough to keep her pushing forward.]

Well done, Mr. Fittir. Ready for the next round?

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You kidding?

[Headscratch. Grinning sheepishly, he turned around and faced her. Forcing the space between them was an intentional move on his part that he would have utilized to prep for a charge in any other situation, but the fact that he was fighting an Earthling woman who wanted only the basics gave him reason to pause his plan. While it wasn't magic, it still wasn't standard, and it was clear that he needed to brush up on it more before he tried to fight this woman again.

It had been a long while since he relied solely on the basics. Besides that, he also had his own pride to consider.

He didn't want to lose to someone he had only just met.]

Let's just take a break and try again later-- you look like you've been busy, ma'am.

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[A break? Peggy raised an eyebrow, but obliged, lowering her fists but not her guard. It wouldn't do to be lulled into a false sense of security only to be taken off her feet by a sudden rush.]

I put a call out and I received an answer. I prefer to be busy than idle, don't you?

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I dunno. I kinda like my vacation, even if it is starting to get boring...

[Hence to offer to teach people the other day. He knew the benefits of training, but also the problems that can be caused by doing too much of it. Training wasn't everything in life.]

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Well, I can't very well do my job here, so training and preparing myself for the next time we all get drafted is the next best option.

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Not faultin' ya for that-- it's a good plan, with all the unknowns 'round here, but that also means it's a good idea to get to know eachother both on and off the field.

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[Peggy smirked a little at that and wondered if this guy knew just how much time she spent combing through all the journals, reading over what everyone was saying. Unprotected chatter was the easiest way to know everyone without them knowing you.]

Like I said - training and preparing myself. The journal is quite helpful in that matter.