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[mucked]

Who: Peggy Carter & Steve Rogers
Broadcast: Definitely not.
Action: Closed, aboard one of the occasional waypoint stations as the fleet drifts.
When: Mid-afternoon

[ today, peggy decides she's done with nudges and hypotheticals. done with veiled suggestions and unfulfilled promises. she and steve had danced around the concept of going steady; of being official; of committing. they danced around it without ever really dancing at all. he'd made overtures enough, even if his follow-through was rubbish. and she feels a concrete certainty about him, even though her overtures are shite. so, today, it changes. ]

...Steve? [ peggy rapsher knuckles loose against his bunk's doorway. she looks casual (by her standards) with her hair plaited and her sleeves rolled up. she watches him from the threshold, tilting her head with a flicker of affectionate admiration. ] Let's get out of here for the rest of the day. Just us.

[ although she doesn't use the word 'date', she decides it's been suggested often enough that she needn't so crassly underline her intentions in this very moment. to do so would surely insult his intelligence.

...right? ]

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[uprightness]

I remember that one.

[ he remembers most of them to some extent, they didn't really differ from one another. he's not entirely sure he wants to ask and yet: ]

What did she say?

[ she mentioned flattering, after all. ]

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Her exact words were you could eat him with a spoon -- [ peggy's smile is ghostish. barely there, although she certainly watches him closely.

at the time, any talk of steve rogers had made her heart heavy. back then, she'd half-agreed in a non-committed fashion. but that was before reuniting with him, and taking a certain pleasure in tripping him up. ]

[uprightness]

[ a few things happen at once, the most evident one would be steve rogers ducking his head, as if to hide the faint blush that creeps about, the other is a cough and the third is - ]

You're pulling my leg again, aren't you?

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Not an inch. Not at all. [ she laughs, only lightly -- and tilts her head as if she might catch an glance of his down-turned eyes. ] She was most adamant in her admiration.

[uprightness]

Well.

[ there is a small smile there, albeit an embarrassed one. As it turns out, 'flattering' can at times be somewhat terrifying. ]

It's very -

[ what's the word? ]

nice of her.

[ but the words quickly become a deep, genuine laughter. honestly, if only that girl knew how awkward captain america really is. ]

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[ peggy's laughter quickly mingles with his. how utterly innocent a response -- embarrassment, mixed with gentle gratitude. god, but they truly did break the mold with steve rogers. ]

I never did take the opportunity to inform her I'd known you -- [ she can't help the past tense. it's purely accurate. ] I don't think I could have survived her inevitable interrogation.

[uprightness]

You know, if she ever comes here, I have a feeling you might be in a spot of trouble.

[ he gestures towards their entwined fingers. it's one thing not to tell you've known Captain American but dating, well. ]

I'll throw a good word for you.

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I'm fortunate in that she's a terribly forgiving friend. [ gently, she pats the back of his hand. ] For the majority of our association, she thought I worked at the phone company. Although now she swears up and down that she knew better than to believe me.

[uprightness]

Hey, I think we should believe her.

[ easily, as if is some expert in the manners of Angie. ]

She probably thought it was too boring.

[ and one thing is sure, there is nothing boring about Peggy Carter, regardless of her workplace. ]

I wouldn't have believed you, either.

[ he tries not to smile because of course he would have. ]

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-- You damn well would have believed me. [ she practically sounded indignant ] I would have told you I worked at the phone company, connecting everyone-bloody-else's calls, and you would have believed it. Every last bit of it.

[ don't you dare cast aspersions on her tradecraft. ]

[uprightness]

[ he watches her with a lazy sort of smile, watches that bit of temper as it comes into play. one moment it's a spark and the next, it blazes into a rant that he mostly finds endearing. yes, he would, every last bit of it. in fact.

softly - ]

I almost believe you now.

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[ tsk. peggy looks a little put out. ]

I'm losing my touch, aren't I? No bloody reason to tell a single lie, really, in this fleet. [ she isn't being perfectly serious. ]

[uprightness]

I think if anyone starts thinking you've lost your touch, that someone is the definition of doomed.

[ but he has to laugh ]

Though it's funny. I mean, you're -

[ he gestures towards her, as if that's an explanation. ]

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I'm what, Captain Rogers?

[ do fill in the blank, steve. ]

[uprightness]

[ oh this is walking on thin ice isn't it ]

I just meant, you're - you know, I never got to see it. I always knew you're strong and very fierce but I never got to see.

[ absolutely gesturing towards her again. ]

You're, [ there has to be a word. it's more than endearing but different than just charming ] cute.

[ please don't punch him. ]

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[ the only proper way to describe her reaction is taken aback. she very nearly flinches. ]

Puppies are cute, [ she argues. and with conviction. ] Small children are -- by times -- cute. Edwin bloody Jarvis is cute but...

[ her? peggy grumbles. ] The 21st century has you all twisted 'round and confused, I'm afraid.

[uprightness]

[ he tries not to laugh and ends up clearing his throat a bit and he manages not to argue for most of the time but then - ]

see, there it is again.

[ that grumble. ]

it's cute.

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You're an odd man. [ huff. ] With odd preferences.

[ she might as well have just accused him of 'fessing up to an unusual peccadillo. ]

[uprightness]

Thinking you're cute makes me odd?

[ yeah, there it is, he lets the laughter stumble out. ]

ya'know, I can't be the only person who thinks that.

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I'll wager good money that you're the only one who thinks it so affectionately. [ she clears her throat. perhaps such sweet(ish) words have so often been used dismissively. cute, carter, but...

in its wake, she knows he doesn't mean it that way. and if she were to be honest, there might be a man or two who might agree with him. but it isn't as though she's about to make that clear. ]

[uprightness]

--- well I'm not going to complain over that.

[ just saying. ]

Besides, you know, if I'm odd, it gotta mean you're odd, too.

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Am I? [ she doesn't outright deny this claim like she did the cuteness, however: ] This is one I'll have to hear your explain.

[uprightness]

Well that one is easy. odd man.

[ he gestures towards himself ]

woman who is dating odd man.

[ gesturing towards her ]

odd woman.

[ and what was the other thing? ]

with odd preferences.

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However, the distinction is that I share my odd preference with most of the women of America. [ and some of the men, she suspects. ] If anything, you could call my preference to be downright common. Angie would agree.

[ and yet this -- sitting here, with him, so casually hand-in-hand feels anything but common. there's a lightness in her soul she hasn't felt in ages. ]

[uprightness]

No, you don't.

[ he downright makes a face at that]

You can't compare yourself to any woman in America, Angie included, they didn't even know me. They knew the posters and the movies and that weird radio program.

[ what was the name? never mind. ]

They don't really know I'm odd, do they? you do; so that makes you just as odd.

[ because for all that he is captain America, the image is still not quite the same as Steve Rogers. ]