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[uprightness]

STEVE ROGERS;

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[mucked]

And you'll simply -- what, stand still and let it happen?

[ take it? ]

[uprightness]

I did tear your punching bag.

[ so apparently, that's a yes. ]

[mucked]

You did tear my punching bag. [ she repeats. and here she is, displacing her frustration with a situation back home onto this one -- willing to the point of still flexing her fists in the air in front of her. she steps forward, closing the distance, and eyes him just over the tops of her knuckles. ] You must have been mightily upset.

[uprightness]

[ it says a lot for that infamous steve rogers nerve that came before captain america that he doesn't back away, he doesn't even flinch. she could have punched him square in the nose but steve notes that she hasn't yet. he looks at her and nods. ]

of course I was. you were -

[ out of it. three weeks for him, a week for her. the atroma went and stolen a whole month away from them. that's been the main reason behind it all, all that lost time. ]

I'm sorry about your punching bag, Peggy.

[mucked]

And when you were -- [ out of it. ] I managed not to break anything. Not a single thing.

[ do you count friendships, though? she bruised and bent a couple of those. ]

[uprightness]

You did.

[ he nods, there's no denying it. ]

I should have probably managed the same thing but I didn't.

[ perhaps he really does have the worse temper of them both. ]

[mucked]

You know, [ oh god where is this going, ] the more I think about it? The more I realize only getting a hit in on you isn't exactly fit retribution. It's not really quid pro quo, is it?

[uprightness]

--- No, it really is.

[ you know what! he just now realizes it. ]

It actually just dawned on me that we're finally equal.

[mucked]

Equal! [ she repeats. ] Equal for what?

[uprightness]

[ he smiles. oh lord, he does look happy all of the sudden. ]

if you have to ask -

[mucked]

[ well, now she might just hit him in order to crack the grin off his face. peggy doesn't ask so much as stand there, hands suddenly dropped to her hips, and stare at him with a measure of expectation.

spit it out, rogers. ]

[uprightness]

I'll tell you some other time.

[ he says, he promises ]

when none of us is affected by any atroma-induced glitches.

[ apparently, it falls into the category of things he won't discuss in her current situation. ]

[mucked]

You can't go and leave it at that. Steve.

[ steve. you can't go and dump a puzzle in her lap and then deny her the pieces. ]

[uprightness]

Well, I have to, we have a plan, remember?

[ keeping it safe. he does find her impatience endearing, however. ]

but I'm sorry, it does mean you can't hit me seeing that we're finally even.

[mucked]

I'm not yet convinced we are.

[ give us a hint, darling. ]

[uprightness]

well, I am.

[ and that will have to do for now but he does lean over to press a soft kiss to her cheek. ]

we'll have to talk about it again next week.

[mucked]

[ she puts the heel of her palm against his chest and gives him a steady little rock-back immediately following his kiss. but, once the deflection is done, she leaves her hand precisely where it is. it's nice, in the end, to keep a bit of contact. after all, it's been a week.

a week and two years, if you cram those fresh memories back into place. ]

I'll have you 'fessing up to whatever it is within that time. I swear it.

[ it's a challenge, now. ]

[uprightness]

No you won't.

[ and he says that with such confidence, too. ]

I'm not telling you anything until then. a plan is a plan.

[mucked]

Plans change all the time. They change every bloody day.

[ she gives him some nudges -- one to punctuate every word. ]

[uprightness]

Not this one.

[ but he grabs her hand, uses it to tug her close. ]

This one can hold for a week or so..

[mucked]

[ a shake of her head. but she bumps into him gladly, anchoring an arm around his waist. she's not happy -- she's far from it. but there are some urges that transcend questions of happiness and unhappiness. and being with him, relishing this windfall, will always be one of them. ]

We'll see. [ she levels the words like a threat. ]

[uprightness]

we'll see.

[ he agrees, wraps an arm around her, palm resting at the small of her back. there's a moment of comfortable silence and then - ]

Peggy?

[mucked]

[ she does, at least, sink against him. there's no harm in snuggling near, surely, even when her dander is up and her temper is raised. she can be both near to him and upset all at once. surely, she can multitask to that effect. ]

Steve. [ she acknowledges, speaking his name in a hushed tone. go on. ]

[uprightness]

[ he rubs soft circles at the base of her spine. there are things to do, her mood to improve, problems to solve but they have time for it, they have time. ]

I'm just glad you're back.

[mucked]

[ there are hundred little reasons to stay angered. panicked, worried, off-kilter, the whole lot of it. but then there is steve: caressing calm into her muscles and reminding her that she's more than just a rogue agent pulling unfortunate souls behind her like so many tin cans. they're a team, here. they're a partnership. her problems are his problems. his problems are hers.

it's a bewitching notion. it takes her a half-second to remember it. they have time. together, and to spare. he tells her he's glad she's back and it strikes her as a positively selfish sentiment. being here strips them from home.

but she's not all that disappointed in the suggestion. hell, she feels the same. ordinarily she wouldn't put so fine a point on it but so long as they're being honest. ]

Me too. [ she kisses the crook of his neck, just above the neck of his shirt. ] Now that I am.