ship mingle: february is for starstruckers.

[mucked]

Who: Crew of the Starstruck
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Y, aboard the ship
When: All month

[ welcome to february. y'all know the drill. ]

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[uprightness]

[ he seems to finally figure out that today isn't a day to be trying her temper. at least this way he can tell for certain what balances the annoyance and what doesn't. ]

No, we can't

[ he concedes and decides not to argue this point further. at least not until they have solid ground beneath their feet. ]

You're feeling ok, right? I mean other than the - floating.

[mucked]

Yes, Steve, I'm feeling alright. [ she tries to appreciate his concern. truly, she does. it's a considerable feat; he ought to be proud of her. ] You? No strange symptoms to report? Should I be thinking twice before isolating myself with you for twenty-four hours?

[uprightness]

Nothing out of the ordinary.

[ that he noticed, anyway. ]

I think maybe the serum was the biggest glitch I could go through, maybe that's why.

[mucked]

-- You may be immune to a great many things, my darling, but I doubt you're immune to the Atroma's whims. [ dark, maybe. but she's confident it's true. ] Even if you're spared this time around.

[ although she's doubting this is directly the atroma's fault, for once. indeed, this might be her doing -- after all, these problems started after the scrambler was reinstalled. ]

[uprightness]

Well,

[ he glances at her, grinning all the while. ]

If things do start floating around me, I'm guessing you'd be the first to know.

[ he's still sticking with his theory about this. ]

[mucked]

Just don't float me. [ she counters -- only a little bit petulant. ] I prefer keeping my feet on the ground. So to speak.

[ -- present circumstances excepted. ]

[uprightness]

Right back at you.

[ don't float me, that is. ]

Glitch or no glitch, I'm going to try and land this thing.

[ mind that temper. ]

[mucked]

[ where's howard when you need him, hm? peggy at least does steve the courtesy of not (visibly) bracing herself for the landing. ]

You could at least try and sound a little more confident -- you've got our lives and safety in your hands.

[ very helpful. super romantic. ]

[uprightness]

Peg.

[ he uses his captain America voice for this one - deep, sure and only slightly flirty. ]

You're very safe in my hands.

[mucked]

[ -- oh be still her heart. that voice shouldn't still have the power to make it flutter, but it does. honestly, it ought to irk her. hearing it from anyone else, she'd be irked. bothered, even.

but steve is steve, even under all of those smooth certain captain america vocals. and it's valentine's day. or their best guess at it, at least. ]

Very safe, hm? Certain you're not overselling yourself?

[uprightness]

Pretty sure, yeah.

[ and he's still smiling when he lowers the shuttle down. it's a rather smooth landing - the shuttles are rather easy when compared to the quinjets. ]

see? very much safe.

[ there is a comfort, however, in knowing that they'll cover the rest of the way on foot. solid earth and fresh air are things that are never taken for granted after a week in space. ]

[mucked]

[ she ducks her head as she steps outside the shuttle -- shouldering one duffel and leaving the second for steve to carry. standing upright in the sunlight, it's evident now that she's armed. knife on one hip. gun on the other.

just in case. ]

Now for the hard part. [ but her smile suggests she's looking forward to the hike. ]

[uprightness]

You mean the fun part.

[ he hurries out after her, taking a second to soak in the sun before making his way to her side. ]

You lead the way, Agent Carter.

[ his fingers come to rest at the small of her back

[mucked]

[ -- playful-like, she swats at his hand. but as swats go, it's borderline affectionate. her fingers linger a moment on his wrist. ]

Save it for the tent, Rogers. [ she smiles. her duffel bag feels lighter on her shoulder. ]

[uprightness]

Save what?

[ he turns his hand, fingers ghosting against hers. ]


You know I've never asked you.

[mucked]

[ she bites back a smile. glancing over her shoulder, she plays the innocent.]

Never asked me what, exactly?

[uprightness]

To be my Valentine.

[ the words are easy and smooth. It would all have been a nervous jumble some months ago. Now, it's mostly a fond, comfortable flirt. ]

It's how it works, right?

[mucked]

[ -- oh, for god's sake. peggy is torn between exasperation and admiration. he truly has come forward by leaps and bounds, and there's something awfully becoming in his easy flirtation. all the more becoming because she recognizes what part she herself has had in cultivating it. ]

I'm amazed you feel you might need to ask. [ she hefts the bag on her shoulder a little higher. ] The answer seems rather obvious.

[uprightness]

Even if it does.

[ and it does, indeed. He takes one step forward; eliminates some of the distance between them. ]

Sometimes you gotta obey the protocol.

[mucked]

Never had much respect for protocol. [ her steps slow, however, until she stops walking altogether. she invites his nearness -- despite her earlier 'warning' about saving it for the tent. ] Nor have you, really. Historically speaking.

[uprightness]

That's right.

[ here is a woman who helped him go behind enemy lines, defying above two dozen rules on the way. No one would associate either of them with maintaining protocol. Quick and easy, he wraps an arm around her waist, covers a bit more distance. ]

But there are exceptions to that.

[mucked]

[ exceptions to exceptions, hm? peggy thinks she ought to feel awkward -- standing here only a handful of yards from the shuttle with luggage on her back and him sneaking his arm around her. it's nothing like that picture of the navy man coming home and sweeping his sweetheart into a kiss. but then again, she'd never ached for that manner of spectacle. not really. ]

So, [ she squares her shoulders and seems to dare him, ] go ahead and ask.

[uprightness]

Peggy.

[ it feels like there's no one for miles but him and her and yet his voice drops, lowers, creating a sense of intimacy that such a request merits. He leans in until their foreheads touch, almost as if he aims to whisper it in her ear. ]

Will you be my Valentine?

[mucked]

[ so bloody sentimental. peggy's mouth pinches into a hard line -- if only to keep herself from grinning. if she doesn't at least try to maintain her cynicism, then she fears they'll both start to float a few inches off the ground. she suspects he's plying her emotions on purpose, hoping to reveal her glitch again.

peg plants the soles of her hiking boots and grabs him (a little too securely) by his forearms. like willing him to stay on the ground. ]

Of course I will, [ she tries to play it off as jaded; exasperated; obvious. ] Not like I've got any better offers queuing up behind you.

[ but there's a glimmer in eye -- an intensity in her stare. she is grateful for this. ]

[uprightness]

[ his huff lasts no longer than a moment and then he sweeps down, presses his lips together, ignoring an earlier warning in favor of stealing a kiss from her. ]

You say the nicest things.