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It's a bit too high.

[ it seems that when it comes to this sort of missions and although he divorced himself from the title, he can still be captain america, making sure his team was ready for whatever it is they were facing. ]

Lower it a bit, it might do the trick.

I could wear it below the knee, [ she admits. ] But I don't much care for the lack of stability. It might stay put better if I...

[ she trails off, bending at the waist so she can adjust the holster as it is -- edging it further down her thigh, but still above the knee. ]

Better?

[ it was. ]

Turn.

[ he takes a moment before nodding. ]

Can't see a thing. Is it comfortable like this?

[ -- she's half-way through her turn before she realizes he'd just as good as given her an order. and peggy, without thinking, had complied. it's a rare enough occurrence that a slight colour enters her cheeks. she barrels through it. hands on her hips, she looks prepared to go to work. not dance. ]

It's not ideal. [ hesitation. ] But it's not the worst holster I've ever had to wear under a skirt. I think it'll do for this weekend.

Are you sure?

[ peggy can take care of herself just fine, he's very much aware of that. Still, he will always be a bit worried, it would seem. ]

Not too late to go for the second one, if it'll make it easier.

The second one's considerably tighter. [ ... ] Unless you don't remember.

[ he'd had a lot to drink, after all. ]

It's a bit vague.

[ he's more than willing to admit. usually so sharp in the way of visual memory, it's a proof to how useful the superbrew was that he can't seem to remember it all too well.

A pity, sounds like it would have made one hell of a good memory. ]

[ now, there's an interesting admission. peggy hadn't anticipated his recollection to be so foggy. perhaps the drink had been stronger than she first thought. so, with a thoughtful bobble of her head, she announces: ]

Well. I can't decide whether I should refresh your memory or make you wait for the next excuse to get formal.

That's some dilemma.

[ and he seems just fine with being this unhelpful if only because he's curious to see where her decision making skills will lead her with this one. ]

Might be a while.

Could be straight through to New Years, once more, before the chance returns.

[ doubtful, but she stakes her claim on that risk. ]

And judging by how the last one went, I'm not sure I'll remember it after that one, either.

[ after all, it's not that he remembers that much from the last one. stands to reason. ]

What a burden you must bear. [ she invades his space -- offering him a gentle tap on the jaw. the flats of her fingers going tap tap tap. ] Doomed to never quite recall what it looks like.

It is sad.

[ he looks up at her, both accepting her proximity and seeking to prolong it. His hands find her sides, the tips of his fingers against velvet. ]

You'll have to find another excuse to wear it.

Perhaps. [ but even that sounds conditional, long before she gives voice to the condition. ] Provided I'm not the only one dressing up. This is a partnership, after all.

[ something like that.

which is precisely the appropriate moment to turn back 'round, sliding against his hands, and present him once more with the zipper. this time for good. ]

Fair enough.

[ though there's an amused scoff that comes just seconds afterwards. seems like he really did paint himself into a corner this time. ]

Seems like there's not choice but getting something new.

[ funny how it all works that way. he takes a moment or two before finally lowering the zipper. ]

Don't suppose it can wait until tomorrow?

[ her posture relaxes under his touch. some might throw in for lavish celebrations. parties; gestures; grand getaways. but peggy can't imagine a better spent 'anniversary' than being just the both of them, living the sort of life they'll never get after this. not with each other, at least.

peggy's head turns. she weighs his request. ]

I suppose it could. [ there's no fight in her tone, now. she's sated. ] Provided I get your word that tomorrow means tomorrow, not some classic Steve Rogers procrastination that sees us all the way until Friday and the trip not yet made.

[ there's an opening here and he bursts through it as if it were a door left wide-open. a bit too happy with the outcome of this back-and-forth and just a bit on the daring side, he presses a fleeting whisper of a kiss to her arm. ]

Scout's honor.

[ -- she witnesses his opportunism take root. it's hard to fault it, really. once upon a time she's certain he wouldn't take nearly the same sorts of chances. not in this arena. peggy finds herself falling more and more in love with him with each new strength uncovered. ]

How about, [ with a shrug, and in the wake of his kiss, she lets her dress slither to the floor, ] I get back into something a little less formal and perhaps you and I can curl up with that film you insist we watch together.

[ it's just about the only thing left on his list by now. and that, she thinks, is the perfect way to spend their anniversary. ]

Princess Bride.

[ the last item on a long and now complete list. it feels like the easiest of accomplishments and at the same time -- ]

There's going to have to be a new list.

Must there?

[ peggy reaches to tousle his hair -- a shift in the day's mood now that the agenda's been settled. her wardrobe isn't far behind her and it would be a quick thing to change back into proper clothing. but he's here; he's warm. she doesn't retreat just yet. ]

What's the occasion this time?

Seems right.

[ feels right. he leans up, savors her touch for a moment or two before adding, ]

New year, new list.

[ starting tomorrow, a second year will unfold itself. it's a concept that makes him far too happy. ]

You're going to run out of things.

[ low and teasing. his enthusiasm moves her to utter affection, but she's not certain she should let the matter lie quite so neatly as that. ]

Unless, of course, you're allowing repeat performances.

No two are ever the same.

[ so that's a yes. ]

I think we have a while to go before I start having a hard time with those.

[ ideas. the way he says it, it sounds like it'll be years and years. ]

You sound so ambitious. [ and she's not complaining. peggy pats her palm against his shoulder twice, three times. but now it's time to step back and select a pair of hang-around-the-ship trousers. ] With the list, I mean. The bit about prepping for a whole next year is quite attractive. I'll admit.

We had such a short deadline with this one.

[ although that was charming too, in its own way, snagging stolen moments in the middle of an otherwise busy day. casual evenings turning into dates as one item after another was checked off. ]

Figured I'll give us more time this year.

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