"This is something you have to handle personally." Hill swept into her office in a rush.
Daisy was holding a book and studying it. She was planning to knit a prettier hat for the baby, holding the book in her left hand while her right hand unconsciously made a few gestures in the air. When she noticed Hill entering, she hurriedly put the book away and gave two soft coughs, indicating that she had been busy with official business all along.
Her movements were so fast that Hill did not see what book she had been holding.
But Hill did not care. She really did have something important to say. "Peggy Carter has passed away."
Daisy fell silent for several seconds. It was news she had long expected. With Peggy Carter gone, she had to attend the funeral as the current Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. She left New York and headed for London.
Peggy Carter could have kept living. Setting aside Daisy's powers, which could heal illnesses and even alter genes, S.H.I.E.L.D. itself had several ways to extend her life. They had passed the offer along through Sharon Carter, but the old lady had refused every time.
Peggy Carter was ninety-three this year. She was tired of living and wanted to rest. Her youth was gone, and the memories of the past should remain memories. She had no intention of leaving her hospital bed again, taking up a submachine gun and fighting through streets and alleys. Her heart was utterly exhausted, and no one could force her to stay alive.
Daisy was experienced at attending funerals. Walking into the church felt no different from walking into her own home. She changed into a black dress, made her expression somewhat solemn without looking overly grief-stricken, and simply showed the proper attitude. There