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I can manage. [ a sweet smile. she almost adds that they're not all that heavy but (admittedly) that would be revealing too much. as it is, she opts to heft one back onto her shoulder and nudge the second towards him. ] But if you insist? Take this one. It's got the tent inside. Spare tarpaulin. Sleeping bags.

And I do.

[ insist, that is. he picks up the bag and swings it easily over one shoulder. ]

They're not short for resources here.

[ he's not really surprised. only - perhaps still fascinated by the beings which inhabit this planet. ]

[ she ducks into the shuttle and deposits the bag behind the passenger seat. from the town's edge, it should only be a shortish jaunt to the mountain's foot. peggy flattens the map against the shuttle's dash. ]

True enough. Funny looking folks, however -- the only tents I could find are sized more like small barns.

They're smart and - curious. They spent an hour looking at my phone, they were very excited to see something they didn't know.

[ funny, indeed. ]

Besides, a barn-sized tent doesn't sound too bad.

-- I believe you just volunteered to assemble it, then. [ she offers him a sly grin. ] Fair warning: it's designed to claws and beaks, not fingers and thumbs.

I'll have to start thinking like one of the locals.

[ all too cheerfully. ]

It'd be an adventure.

[ an adventure, he says, and she's pleased with the verdict. it's a bit of a thrill to look forward to an adventure that doesn't involve raiding space-pirates or lavish hotel rooms. peggy buckles herself in to the shuttle's passenger seat -- relinquishing the piloting duties to him. all the better to navigate, really. ]

The spot's not far. We can leave the shuttle on flat ground and then hike a ways up the mountain -- there's supposed to be a lovely little bluff with a fresh water source. We can spend the night. Make our way back to the fleet tomorrow morning.

That's a good plan.

[ it's been a while since he flew one of the shuttles but it's not something one forgets. it's a solid plan, he has to wonder how long it's been in the making. ]

It's good to be out in the air again. It's been a while.

I thought so. [ her expression is one of pleasant vindication -- as though proud of herself for having planned an adequate outing. peggy isn't one to dive all-in to something like valentine's day. apart from appreciating the gestures steve makes, she's not altogether swayed by flowers or candlelit dinners or such sentimentality. yet she is wearing the matching bracelet gifted to her by wanda, though it shows only occasionally from underneath her cuff. ]

-- God, I haven't had a proper camp out since... [ russia, she realizes. ] '46, back home. Three years past, nearly, if you count time spent here.

[ It'll be a memory, he realizes, and that's a good thing. in a month or two, this will be a good memory and maybe it's not really Valentines Day at all, it's just the idea of another date, another holiday he can spend with her. They've had Halloween and Christmas and Steve's birthday and now this. ]

Somehow -

[ he begins, taking a second to grin at her ]

I really doubt it was an ordinary camping trip back at '46.

-- It came with a bottle of bourbon and Dum Dum Dugan so. No, not at all ordinary. [ her tone gentles just a little. for her, dugan is an absent friend. she doesn't see him as often, back home, but he's alive and she takes advantage of certain ssr clearances to keep tabs on the commandos. their work, their whereabouts, and their hijinks. for steve, she knows, dugan and the others are dead men. men he used to lead, once upon a time. ]

It was good, though. Seeing the lads again. I never would have snagged the assignment without them.

It's been a while -

[ since he had last thought of them. he remembers the uniforms at the museum and every now and then, his thoughts still stray. It's something that happens less and less. some would say it's a good thing, a sign of moving on.

For Steve, it's mostly a sign that he's been busy. ]

Were they mostly sober?

We started that way. [ an impish smile. notably, nothing floats around her -- perhaps because she's harbouring some pieces of the story like a secret. junior juniper's death, for one, despite the fact that steve was in the ice when the young man joined the howlies. ] I met up with them in Russia -- brought the bourbon myself. Can't come to Dugan empty handed, you know.

Took some the SSR agents along with us. Showed them how it's done.

Russia?

[ That's a rather chilly camping trip. or more accurately, a mission. SSR agents, the Commandos. It's a missing piece of a history of people he cares about and for a change, it's a source of comfort, not grief. ]

Well if anybody can.

[ show them how. ]

[ she doesn't bother explaining how it was the same mission that brought her to the red room academy -- one of them -- or the same mission where she recovered a leviathan agent masquerading as a prisoner. some details aren't worth souring their expedition. ]

We talked about you. [ a half-smile. the map on the dashboard twitches. ] There aren't many left I can do that with.

Not many would understand.

[ that much he get, at his own end. there may be those who'd like to think they knew what sort of connection he and her had but that would always be exaggerated and dramatic and far from the truth. But then there are the commandos, there's Stark.

For him, there's Bucky. A pillar, someone who knew. ]

I know.

[ what would cap say if i left his best girl behind? dugan had asked in the middle of a firefight. the memory used to be more bitter than sweet -- but now, with steve sitting next to her, it's hard not to consider the question a little more fondly.

the map's corner flutters as though caught by a light breeze. ]

Not many do, no. [ a relaxed huff. ] I don't mind. Some memories are best kept to ourselves. Maybe.

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Maybe?

[ he watches the view for a moment. funny, everything he went through but he has no trouble with the quinjet nor with the shuttle. some things left unseen scars but not enough to make flying uncomfortable. ]

Why maybe?

Because, I suppose, I can no longer feel certain about what being back there -- and being without these memories -- feels like. As I sit here and think about it, I imagine I'm much more comfortable with the notion of -- of talking about you. With others.

[ but some day she'll go back to '47. ] It won't always be that way.

One thing I learned for sure after everything that happened.

[ the war and then 2012 and loki and ultron and finding bucky again. ]

I can never really know what's gonna happen. Not here but not where I came from either. Things change and somehow - when they change, it's never subtle.

[ another timeline, another war, another world. ]

It may not always be that way but I'm glad it is.

-- We've both had a lot to learn about seizing our chances. [ as concessions go, it's mild. deep down, she understands that returning home will mean once again repressing this part of her: the part which loves him eagerly and whole-heartedly. at least until she's blessed with the opportunity to see him again in the autumn of her life. ]

All the more vital, then, that we should seize this one. [ then, after a beat, she adds: ] I think the water's good for swimming.

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Haven't done that in years.

[ and it's a good chance to seize, especially today and especially with her. ]

Not since Bucky and I would take the train to Coney Island and Rockaway Beach and spend a day there in the summer.

Sounds lovely, Steve. [ she could tell him about the swimming pool at howard's house in california -- but, honestly? she'd rather hear about steve's fond memories. ] How often would the two of you get the opportunity?

Only a few times every summer. Money was tight but those trips were good. We'd sit in the sun - Bucky would always find a girl to try and impress. We talked about it back home, the money he blew trying to win a stuffed bear once.

[ those were other times, another life, almost. ]

[ of course bucky would. once upon a time, she'd been prone to roll her eyes at the notion of bucky barnes playing casanova -- but lately? she would be glad to see him reach peak howard levels of obnoxious if it meant dragging him further out of hydra's darkness.

peggy turns her head and watches him while they fly. ] So that's what Bucky would do. What about you?

[ she knows he's not likely to have chased girls -- but he must have passed his time by the seaside somehow. ]

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