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Who: Starstruck crew and visitors
Broadcast: None
Action: The SS ~~Trainwreck~~ Starstruck
When: August

[It might be accurate to say that the crew of the Starstruck had spent the majority of the month prior avoiding each other, or people in general, but as we leave the hand holding planet perhaps the crew can get back to normal.

Whatever that means...]

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[ -- she resists the urge to rise up on the balls of her shoes. somehow, deep in her chest, she still associates longing with weakness. vulnerability with a soft, tender vein that must remain protected. so peggy settles for the electric sensation of his fingertips across her ear and the unfulfilled promise of the inches still between them. ]

You got a lift back to camp, didn't you? [ and with her, no less. ] Gold star, Captain America.

That I did. It was very helpful.

[ they linger in each others' space now. He could take a more appropriate step back but allows himself this for a moment longer, being close to her, fingers resting just behind her ear. He suddenly hates the ship and the week of travel, thank you very much. This whole matter might have been easier on a planet, away from the Atroma's chosen means of travel and their supposed presence.

He shrugs ]

Besides. It was the first time I saw you smiling.

[ -- cheeky bastard. she displays enough good grace to look indignant. scandalized, even, that he should paint her with such a cool brush. there's a lump in her throat. ]

What? [ brows up, breath hitched. ] Can't have been. Was it? You're remembering it wrong.

[ no -- he's right enough. but she can't sort the romantic bloom of her own memories away from the harder truths. she'd hid her admiration well, and from very early on. ]

Don't think I could ever forget.

[ he was more than a bit over the moon back then, to be the one who got to see agent carter smile. Men like he was, small and awkward, didn't normally do or say anything to merit a smile from a woman like her. ]

Talk like that, and you make me sound like some sort of -- dragon lady. [ breathing fire and deigning to smile only on the rare occasions. and yet wasn't that exactly the way of her, back then? middle of a war. and leers, jeers, and fears hounding her from every side. decking hodge on her first day in camp hadn't been pure spontaneity; she knew what sort of reputation she needed curating.

time and circumstance has, at least, tempered some of that within her. paradoxically, the fleet has smoothed out some of her harsher attitudes. ]

Or my mum. God forbid.

-- hey, that still beats the hell out of that damsel in distress nurse girl. Nothing all bad about dragon ladies.

[ as long as you're not caught kissing other girls, that is ]

[ laughter, half-caught by the back of her throat. she places her palm over the back of his hand -- still tucked, as it is, against her cheek. ]

Speaking of dragon ladies. [ tread careful, darling steve. ] I've been attempting to -- ah-- reacquaint myself with Ms. Romanoff.

[ ....oh boy. ]

Natasha?

[ he arches and eyebrow and smiles ]

That's great, Peggy. Always thought you two could work well, together. How'd it go?

Slowly. Still does -- which makes sense. I understand where her mistrust comes from. [ -- peggy feels a great deal of it, herself. ]

Natasha's - special. I know her for quite a while but I don't think I'll ever know everything about her. She confused the hell out of me, at first.

[ with her missions and her secrets ]

Once she gets you, it'll be all inappropriate questions and poking fun. At least that's how it was with me.

[ that and the weird dating service she seemed to have become back in the day but he keeps that part to himself. ]

-- And how does she poke her fun at you, hm?

[ oh please tell her, steve. peggy wants in on this. ]

[ sensing troubles ahead. ]

Not sure I want to give you both a reason to team up against me -

[ especially as peggy alone is scary and natasha on her own is scary, too but the two combined? he stands no chance. ]

As if a reason would ever be needed.

Fair point.

[ is this some sort of an all-lady team up? because if it is, he just knows he's going to lose. ]

First tactic would be not to arm you both any more than you already are.

[ and to be honest, the combination of his 'beautiful dame' prattle and his honeymoon vacation with natasha story is rather worrying.

he might never hear the end of this. ]

[ -- a huff of laughter. ]

You're not seriously worried, are you? [ a tilt of her head. ] Fair enough. Jim didn't fare so well, either.

[ she doesn't discuss jim much. but it's hard to avoid this particular point; it's simply worth making to watch for steve's reaction. ]

No man would -

[ and more accurately, no version of Captain America would but he says it as he bites back on a little smile. In truth, scary potential and all, he is glad they're finally getting to know each other. ]

Now, stop that. Talking about us like we're some sort of brassiere-burning maneaters. [ really! ] You still haven't learned a thing, have you?

[ is this the the wrong moment to snort because there is a definite snort there before he lifts both hands in surrender. ]

Probably not a single thing - but in my defense, I didn't get much practice.

What? [ she is relentless. ] Haven't they got women in the future?

[ shouldn't you be talking to them too? ]

[ this is obvious mistreatment!! ]

I don't get plenty of chances to talk to them - except for Natasha and she's -

[ highly unusual? ]

Special.

[ really, 'special' seems to be the only way to sum Natasha up. ]

They dye their hair in weird colors - have piercings in all the wrong places.

[ and are still as confusing as ever, really. ]

Don't think I've gotten used to it yet.

-- And which places are the wrong places, precisely?

[ oh steve-my-love, you walked right into that one. ]

[ !!! ]

You're having me on.

[ and it's so rude that it's working. but fin- he will not give in to the tea teasing. ]

There's a girl in the coffee shop who pierced her nose and eyebrow. She's saving for the one in her chin.

[ and of course he asks about his barista's days and their aspirations, weird as the answers might be. ]

Her nose? [ bloody hell. ] I'd feel like a bit of livestock, I think, with metal shoved through my nostril.

[ that's not an appropriate moment for a snort either, is it? but there it is. he does like the nice barista, weird piercings and purple strikes in her hair and all but at least someone understands his confusion with the entire matter. ]

I asked her about it once. She said it expresses an artistic sentiment. I think I'll probably always be a bit old fashioned about these things.

[ -- oh, snort away. somehow, she finds it endearing. don't ask. ]

It isn't all that old fashioned to me.

[ ahem. ]