Here, have some more of The Fic That Will Not End, in which Jack contemplates his bad life choices. Previous snippet is here.
The light and conversation were coming from the end of the hall, a large room that turned out to be a kitchen. Peggy had her feet up on the table and was sucking jam off of her fingers with all the casual obliviousness of an ill-mannered schoolboy, in stark contrast to her perfectly styled hair and impeccable makeup. The tableau was so very Peggy that Jack had to grin.
“I’m still not convinced that Dellarosa wasn’t being bankrolled,” she was saying, presumably to Daniel. “I can’t see how he could have built up this kind of network so quickly otherwise.”
“Hey, if you got any evidence, I’d be happy to see it,” Daniel said from further inside the room. “Those boys aren’t talking, though.”
“Well, if it was someone powerful enough to attempt a hit on an SSR chief,” she began, then looked up and saw Jack leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, good, you’re awake again.”
“Wish I wasn’t,” Jack said, without moving. He wasn’t actually completely sure he’d be able to stay standing without the door frame to hold him up, and he didn’t think his dignity—or his ribs—would survive collapsing in a heap on the floor. “For the record, your hospitality out here leaves something to be desired. Nobody in New York has ever tried to set me on fire.”
“Really, Jack, you mustn’t take these things so personally,” she said, smiling, and swung her feet off the table to stand. “Here. Come sit down.”
Before he’d quite realized what she was doing, she’d tucked herself against him and slid an arm around his back, gently tugging his arm over her shoulders so he could lean against her. He could feel the heat of her, soft curves pressed up against him; too bad he was in too much pain to appreciate it properly.
That, and Daniel was watching him from over by the stove. He was wearing an apron, and there was a smear of flour on his cheek. The sight was incongruously domestic, especially taking into account the gun still strapped to his hip.