[ he scoots; she pulls. peggy doesn't so much as lighten a fraction of her grip on his arm, hauling him bodily back into place the very moment he tries to pull away. it's a futile sort of gesture. if steve wanted free, he'd already be it. ]
A shot. [ she breathes in. goddammit, he hit her bag and he split the damn thing. didn't he? this is precisely what she'd been worried about and why she'd cautioned him away from doing anything with it. ] You couldn't leave the ship? Oh, don't you dare blame this on my coma.
[ she gave him, like, two rules. and he's managed to break both of them. ]
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A shot. [ she breathes in. goddammit, he hit her bag and he split the damn thing. didn't he? this is precisely what she'd been worried about and why she'd cautioned him away from doing anything with it. ] You couldn't leave the ship? Oh, don't you dare blame this on my coma.
[ she gave him, like, two rules. and he's managed to break both of them. ]