[ Wry amusement dances over Peggy's feature at the words, even though her eyes, like Natasha's, are drawn to the weather more often than not. It's not great, what they're facing. And while she doesn't have the Widow's background, it does bring back some less than pleasant war memories.

Makes her think of the Austrian Alps, of losing Steve. ]

Where would I rather be than a no doubt luxurious safe house in the middle of nowhere during a snow storm?

[ Peggy's sarcasm is a bit too light to be fully dry, and a bit too dry to be flippant. The lilt of her accent helps. ]

At least I'll be in better company this time. Word of advice: don't get snowed in with a bunch of soldiers in the Alps.