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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[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?

[mucked]

[ 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.

[mucked]

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.

[mucked]

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.

[mucked]

[ 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.