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[uprightness]

Who: Steve Rogers + you.
Broadcast: yep.
Action: on the starstruck, if you're inclined!
When: current.

[ It has been a long time since Steve Rogers has done one of these little network announcements, seven months, if you want to be specific about it. Some things have changed, others haven't. He still looks awkward about addressing a whole lot of people at once for something that isn't an emergency. The uniform is gone, however, replaced by a simple blue t-shirt and jeans and the shield is nowhere in sight.

He seems to have spread many sheets of paper all over the Starstruck's kitchen. Some feature tables of dates - undoubtedly a calendar in the making and others feature, well, drawings; each sheet contains one scenery. They would strike some people as rather familiar, a hand-holding tree, a sandy beach, the market of the tri-fraction system with people wearing clothes in various colors, the woods of the Lagan system, the Nebula lights and lastly, the mountains of Siourew and the Co’kal. ]

I meant to finish a few calendars by New Year's Eve but it seems I'm behind on my deadline.

[ To say the very least. He rubs his chin, there's a beginning of a stubble there. How many days has he devoted to this as of late? it's hard to tell. ]

I'm not going to write years on 'em, since it's different for all of us but I thought it might be a nice way to keep up with dates and holidays.

[ He frowns and confesses, ]

I feel like I've left some things out - and some of you have seen planets I haven't been around to see for myself. I figured I'd ask - if you have the time, you can describe some of them to me and I'll add them to the calendar. It can be anything you liked on any of the planets we've been to.

[ and, okay, fine - ]

I could use a description of where we're currently docked, too.

[ How can a person so big can seem so awkward? ]

Thanks you.

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[mucked]

Perhaps it isn't so bad. [ each and every morning. peggy turns her head -- dodging his kiss so she can continue to look him square in the eye. ] I'm getting used to it.

[uprightness]

You mean to say it's growing on you.

[ he dares correct her once again if only because he suspects it's true. ]

[mucked]

-- In the way a callous does, certainly.

[ and he is her morning callous. inevitable, gained over time, and through frequent contact. ]

[uprightness]

That so.

[ he watches her for a moment, runs a hand up and down her back. ]

Dunno. I think that without any argument about it, your mornings might get boring.

[mucked]

[ -- oh, but that's a pleasant distraction. peggy's shoulders roll. she half-smiles. ]

Trying to sell it as some sort of service? A favour?

[uprightness]

I'd be a terrible roommate if I didn't do anything for you. The least I can do is keep your mornings interesting.

[ with endless little battles and endless affection. ]

[mucked]

Oh, I think you're a little more than a mere roommate.

[uprightness]

A little.

[ indulgent, he allows himself to ask her, ]

What's the term for someone who's a little more than a roommate?

[mucked]

You ought to tell me. [ she throws it back on him. ] You're the one living through the modern era, with all manner of slack found in social customs.

[uprightness]

It may shock you to find out that most of the people I know haven't really reached that stage yet.

[ avengers and personal issues. ]

[mucked]

No -- I suppose neither of many of my colleagues. Mister Jarvis's happy marriage being the exception. [ although! ] The Chief at the Los Angeles office did just ask his sweetheart to marry him. I imagine they'll be very happy together.

[ -- she doesn't expect it but talking about daniel sousa isn't quite as awkward as she thought it might be. not least of all because of the context. it's easier to distance herself from those feelings when she thinks about daniel's new-found happiness. ]

[uprightness]

I think Thor would call me your courtier. Or swain - or suitor.

[ or anything just as terribly fancy ]

[mucked]

Suitor! [ a shake of her head. ] Makes it sound as though you're still in pursuit.

[uprightness]

I am, aren't I?

[ his intent is made clear a second later. He was denied a kiss earlier; he's quickly sweeping down for it now. ]

[mucked]

[ oh fine -- a kiss, then. earnestly given. peggy locks her hands behind his back and anchors herself in place. ]

Or perhaps I'm the suitor.

[uprightness]

You?

[ it's not doubt so much as amusement. ]

What are you in pursuit of, Captain?

[ he's rather fond of the fact they share the title now. ]

[mucked]

You came here, didn't you? [ perhaps she'd been luring him more than pursing him. still. ]

[uprightness]

You know I would.

[ and if that's the case, ]

I guess it really does mean it fits you better.

[mucked]

[ she's like the mounties. she always gets her man. ]

However, it does imply a certain ongoing nature to the pursuit.

[uprightness]

And?

[ will he make her explain? apparently he's going to make her explain. ]

where's the mistake?

[mucked]

Why, Captain Rogers -- [ she locks her fingers behind the small of his back, as if to secure him to her. ] I believe I've already got you.

[uprightness]

Yeah, you did.

[ a long, long while ago. he sighs then frowns, seems like they have a problem at hand. ]

So that doesn't fit, either.

[mucked]

[ she leans her chin on his shoulder -- thoughtful. ]

We keep coming back to this, don't we?

[ nothing's right. nothing works. except, of course, for them. but it defies any label they try and place on it. ]

[uprightness]

Seems like.

[ there are some things that are worth waiting for. Peggy Carter falls under that category but so is what he tosses at her next. ]

But I guess if we're going to follow your secret plans and get hitched we won't have this problem anymore.

[mucked]

[ her what?

she freezes -- just for a moment -- before deciding this is some horrible attempt at a joke. peggy leans back, eyeing him. ]

Oh, yes, very funny. Get hitched? Indeed.