steve's luck with things that fly is nonexistent, really.

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Who: Crew of the Bloodsport, anyone who'd drop by!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Anywhere on the ship.
When: 12/13/15 specifically, but you can really pick and choose as much as you would like as far as dates go. Get your mingle on!

ps: as an aside, the bit of media that Steve received was a 'Star-Spangled Man' USO performance so if anyone wants to have seen that so hilarity can ensue, feel free.

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[ -- she doesn't come on sunday. why should she? it's not her place -- not her ship -- and not her crew. but she does arrive, not-so-entirely by happenstance a few days later. she's looking for him, because she has questions that require answers. peggy has uncertainties that need quelling. she's talked most of them through with jim during some preliminary reveal of what the future holds for her -- and now, after days of digesting that knowledge, she's prepared to talk to captain rogers about all of it.

or (at least) some of it.

first, she goes looking for him on the bridge. somehow, she can't help but expect him to be there. ]

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[He comes out from under one of the computing panels when he hears the footsteps. Have one (1) supersoldier that's smudged with oil and grease and looks like he's been crawling around in engine compartments that are woefully too small for most of the day.

(Spoiler: he has been.)

When he sees her she gets an honest smile and he pulls a rag out of his back pocket to begin the (arduous) process of wiping off his hands.]

Ma'am. What can I do for you?

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[ ma'am. it prompts the slightly twinge in her expression -- not a bad sort of twinge, but something halfway between long-suffering and charmed. in return, she gives a moment's due attention to his grimed appearance.

deep down in her soul, she knows there are a hundred little truths she ought to tell him. but she can't. she keeps them under lock and key, and instead forces all her surface thoughts to dwell on how appealing his mid-chore appearance is.

she smiles. ]

Oh, God, don't let me interrupt you. [ ... ] It can wait.

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[Usually when she'd say something can wait, it meant there were more urgent things going on around them. Bombs falling outta the sky, Hydra or the SS attacking some nearby town-- but this? There's nothing more important than her time. He works the rag between his fingers and when he's clean (enough) he stuffs it back in his pocket.]

It's all right, I was about finished up. Do you-- [awkward flounder.] want to talk here or somewhere more private?

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[ peggy hesitates. bizarre, really, how her imagination might have fixed those words in his mouth a hundred other times during day-dreams or nightmares. but when she hears them in reality, what she feels (mostly) is the icy hand of uncertainty on the back of her neck.

but she doesn't allow her smile to falter. ]

You could be the gentleman I know you are and offer me a drink. [ -- a subtle cue, then, for the pair of them to retire to the galley. perhaps. ] Is the Bloodsport equipped for tea?

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[Well Hell, that's a reprimand if he ever heard one. He coughs sheepishly and ducks his head in a nod, throwing out a hand for her to precede him there. Sorry, Peg, you don't always leave him much processing power for the little things.]

Yeah. I think we've even got leftover pie.

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Aha. The apple one, yes? [ she turns on one heel, but doesn't stop looking at him. ] I'm impressed it's lasted this long.

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[He huffs a quiet laugh, and as he walks he keeps up a precise distance away from her. She's always had a curious sort of gravity, but he keeps it proper.]

Nah. Different one. This one's peach, my co-pilot whipped it up.

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You boys have been putting the entire galaxy's little old ladies to shame, haven't you? Pies, galore. [ and peggy shan't complain.

at first, she walks with arms straight at her sides. regimented, almost. but as they near the kitchen, she allows her posture to soften. she looks over her shoulder. she smiles. ] I did have some of the apple, you know. Delightful recipe.

[ and she knows precisely whose recipe it was, too. ]

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[Her smile still has the funny side-effect of stopping time for him. At the very least, he doesn't walk into a wall in the full-wattage wake of it.

Right. She'd said something, hadn't she, Rogers? He clears his throat.]

Glad you enjoyed. [a slight pause.] I'd never admit it to him, but I think Buck's better at it than I am. [And, conspiratorially,] Pretty sure Ma told him some secret ingredient he's never shared with me, the cat.

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[ she basks (but briefly) in the warm glow of their friendship -- steve and bucky's, although she's impressed to hear how steve clings to that nickname. it must be harder for him to abandon than it was for her. ]

And him! Blimey, but where was he hiding all that skill with a rolling pin? It's hardly fair. [ she likes this: soft, casual gossip. nothing hard and nothing painful. it can only last so long, so she savours it while it's still here. ]

But I wouldn't mind sampling your version thereof. [ ... ] Would not mind at all.