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Yeah.

Maybe a little.

But then, they're already here. Might as well.

[ already here. ]

Are you still at the ranch?

yeah

I folded laundry and organized the closets. She says i'm pretty good with making use of shelf-space.

What are you wearing?

[ no one tell her this is the opening to just about every sexting conversation ever. ]

I altered some of the things bucky brought.

[ he listened and as a result he eventually accepted as well. ]

Good.

Shall I bring anything down from the ship?

[ just in case there's something he's missing. when they'd packed, initially, they'd not intended on such a change. ]

[ he releases a breath he had been holding for a few moments. ]

when they saw what happened they gave me four extra blankets.

I'm good.

[ ...four extra blankets. ]

I won't be long.

[ too much, even for someone whose hands are constantly cold. Still, he kept one, folded the others on a chair. It all adds to a sense of winter, even if it's not that cold - soft blankets and the strong smell of tea. He makes sure to start boiling water, place the little plate of pastries close to the fire so they'd run warm.

Small as he is, he does seem as if he grew up into his shirt and jeans. Not his best altering work but then, his mind was focused on other things. ]

[ she arrives much as she left: bold strides and steeled lines. this time, however, her shoes are on her feet. and her bag looks a little...fuller. the time apart gave her the opportunity to put her armour to rights, as well. lipstick and curls. starch and stockings.

but she fights against her natural instinct to stay like a statue in the doorway. instead, she strides straight into the rented room. peggy ignores the immediate details of the setting and makes for him. once in reach, she tosses her luggage aside and takes his hand.

only then does the tension in her shoulders dissipate. ]

I suppose it was inevitable.

Hey -

[ he welcomes her hand in his, turns his palm, thumb sliding across her knuckles, feeling the strain - a boxing session, no doubt. ]

Yeah, I guess it was.

[ some would say that it's a miracle two people with a tendency to butt heads have made it nearly a year without any incident. It's like the first scratch on a car, really - unpleasant, unhappy and unavoidable. ]

Peggy, I'm sorry. You were right. The first reaction to - anything shouldn't be to hide it.

[ it's a mistake he keeps making in the last couple of years, learning the lesson time and time again. ]

What I said, I didn't mean it.

No. [ heedless and forthright, peggy has a gun or two to stick with. she lets her nose crinkle when he reads the state of her knuckles and deflects that examination into a tug. she pulls him into her arms. ] You meant it. You meant every last word of what you said. No use in pretending otherwise.

[ point is, she came back with her own edge of supplication despite his conviction. peggy could be awfully patronizing at the same time as being awfully right. he's not the first to underline that trait, and she doubts he'll be the last.

even without her heels, she'd have towered over him. peggy pulls him hard into an embrace and tucks her chin against the crown of his head. ] I may have been right -- but I ought to have gone about it in a gentler fashion.

You care.

[ he shakes his head, takes a moment to relax in her arms. It's oddly comforting exactly because of the height differences, she's strong and solid and warm. ]

Very fiercely. I'm one hell of a lucky bastard for having that. You.

[ especially now. ]

I always have.

[ cared. once a terrifying admission, it flies easily to her tongue. strife and absence makes the heart pliable (at least) and she finds herself eager to soothe both their ruffled prides. she cloaks him in her arms and pins him close. ]

I doubt you heard it. [ her heart beats a little faster; her usual symptom of vulnerable honesty. ] But when you started yelling in the Vita-Ray chamber, Steve, I tried to shout the whole lot of them into shutting it down.

[ agent carter, surrounded by top brass and visiting politicians, scolding the whole room because she was concerned. not her finest moment, she felt. ]

Well, you know, seeing neither of us felt it when this happened, it'll probably hurt less this time around.

[ ever the optimist and perhaps there is something else here too. She's such a strong individual, always was but even the strongest person could do with a little assurance from time to time . ]

It'd better -- [ a sulky sort of answer. it tells more than she's willing to articulate: she can't bear to see him endure pain, and so it's just as well that he's so hardy and hale most of the time. it frightens her (truly) to imagine that same struggle fighting its way through his body when the serum's effects return. if the atroma have any mercy, they'll make it painless.

peggy's unprepared to let him loose. no matter how enticing the tea smells as it brews. ] Not that I otherwise mind the change. You do understand that, don't you?

Yeah, yeah I do.

[ tentative, he moves his palm from her side to her back, rubbing circles there as he debates how to explain this. ]

When my mother died, Bucky wanted me to move in with his family, not be on my own. I refused him for days, kept tellin' him I was fine on my own. All them years and it seems I haven't changed that much. Not that good at accepting help.

[ it's easier if it's an OP or a war. Easier as a soldier than it is in his private life. ]

All at once, it felt as though you never had to accept it again.

[ but it's not true. steve had been right, of course -- there had been a time when she'd felt certain that he alone could carry the world on his shoulders. it took jarvis to disabuse her of that notion. ]

I can empathize -- that is, I've never been any sort of super soldier, [ she laughs hollow at the idea. ] But I know what it's like to look a gift horse or two in the mouth.

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That was my first mistake.

[ no matter the size, trying to do anything on his own was a mistake. Ending up in another century should have been enough of a lesson. There were people steve needed in his life and they were here now. Learning to accept their help was the best process in the world to go through. ]

Having help to accept, you were right - it's a good thing. About time I learn how to do that.

Quite mature of you, darling -- [ but there is a certain sort of injustice still permeating the conversation. peggy's alluded to her own share of the blame, but she hasn't articulated it quite as humbly as steve has. given the opportunity, she never will. but that doesn't mean she isn't feeling contrite.

she curls her fingers against his nape, dragging her thumb up the back of the neck. ] So perhaps you'll do the proper thing and accept my help in putting those extra blankets to good use.

[ -- blanket fort. she's talking about a blanket fort, so that it can be scratched off the list. though it's entirely possible she's left the interpretation dangerously open. ]

All of 'em? It's not that cold.

[ though it might be, outside. He moves his hands to her arms - no goosebumps. ]

Is it?

Not at all. [ peggy relents, then, and puts enough space between them that they can see one another. plainly. ] I'm not talking about staying warm. The tea'll help with that.

[ you'll be drinking some, won't you? steve? ]

[ it takes another moment before it clicks into place and he smiles. ]

We'll have to move that mattress down. Think they'd mind?

In this instance? [ -- his smile makes her heart flutter. brief, but potent. ] I suspect it will be better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

Good point. Right. I'll get the right end, you'll get the left.

[ it's said with a bit of a tragic sigh; as embraces go, this one is a really good one. ]

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