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[uprightness]

STEVE ROGERS;

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[uprightness]

[ she's positively the most stubborn person he knows and while there are moments when their edges rub one another the wrong way, most moments are like this - an almost perfect fit, a lock and a key.

And so it's easy to let her go for the day, knowing she doesn't need him to shadow her to deal with this fresh development. Steve stays where he can be seen, sees to his own work and the day goes by. He's rather glad when it ends, rather glad to wrap his arms around her and slip into his first good sleep of the week.

It all feels rather sweet, really. ]

[mucked]

[ so! mistakes were made. namely, the kind of mistakes where one tells a certain red-headed spy altogether too much. it's a wonder peggy manages to crawl into bed at all, considering the waves of distraction and disappointment cresting over her mood. but, eventually, she's coaxed to bed.

but she doesn't sleep. she's still treading and retreading that something steve had refused to name. something ruined, akin to her punching bag, and she keeps playing the moment over in her head as he walks to the drawer and...

the drawer.

in a struggle to sit up, she starts pawing at his arms locked affectionately around her middle. in the end, it takes an elbow jammed against his ribs to gain some measure of freedom from her clingy first mate. she nudges him awake -- and none too gently. ]

I figured it out. And you're wrong.

[ it might be just shy of three am. ]

[uprightness]

What --

[ he's curled up behind her, an arm around her waist and his chin tucked against the crook of her neck. Everything is right and everything is peaceful until -

He yelps as she elbows him, seeking her body and grunting. ]

What the hell Peg

[ he shifts until his head finds its way to her lap. ]

[mucked]

[ it's been a long time coming, this easy rapport between them -- the way she prods him awake and rather than jackknife to alert he sidles closer. peggy doesn't begrudge him the head in her lap. indeed, she goes so far as to comb her fingertips up the back of his neck. it's a short and loving touch, despite the context of his awakening. ]

Your botched proposal isn't near the same as my busted punching bag. [ she comes out and says it. that's what he'd meant, isn't it? clearly, she can't wait the week out to have this conversation at a more appropriate time.

no, she's having it now. ideally before he can wake up enough to defend himself. ]

[uprightness]

Yeah, mine was a much worse situation. I'm glad you're finally seeing sense on that.

[ is he being sarcastic? it's hard to tell with his face pressed against the night shirt she's wearing. ]

can we go back to sleep now - ?

[mucked]

Worse! [ excuse you, captain rogers. she doesn't push him away, but she certainly does register her protest. ] It's not my fault you're rubbish at hiding things.

[uprightness]

I didn't mean to ruin your punching bag but that's not nearly the same as you accidentally botching one of the most important moments of our lives.

[ look at him using her vocabulary. ]

we shouldn't be talking about this anyway.

[ he burrows closer, fully intent on having his cuddles one way or another. ]

[mucked]

Who keeps a ring in a book? It's idiocy. It's -- honestly, I would have thought at least a dash of better discretion would have rubbed off on you by now. You managed to keep your vast array of birthday gifts hidden for weeks; surely, you could have stashed this thing a little more prudently.

[ a rush of words, clearly intended to paint over the way her stomach flip-flops when he calls it one of the most important moments. quite to cross-purposes, she does lead a gentle caress across the line of his jaw and the slope of his neck -- thoughtless affection, almost. ]

[uprightness]

You hate Austen. How was I to know you'd go for that one? Peggy, it's been in there for months and months and you haven't found out.

[ his grumbles turn to a rather content noise at her touch. ]

I thought I was safe.

[mucked]

There's a lesson in that for you. Surely.

[ oh, prim. oh, proper. she chases another happy sound, raking her nails backward into the thick of his hair, cradling his head in her lap. ]

[uprightness]

What lesson is that? I'm rather attached to that ring. I'm not going to get another and hide it in a better spot.

[ ruined wow factor or not, he likes that ring. he hums, arches a bit before settling against her again. ]

[mucked]

I'm not saying you should get another.

[ far from it. ]

But it's a lesson learned in thinking that simply because something has worked for month and months, it'll still work for months more.

[uprightness]

-- if this is you chasing me away from this room, can it wait until morning?

[ dry, dry dry. ]

I'm kinda comfortable where I am.

[mucked]

I invested credits in merging our quarters. You really think I'd just turn around and chase you out of it? [ maybe he shouldn't answer that, though, considering how many people she's chased off in the last month.

she huffs. ] I still maintain that we're not even. Good God, man, this isn't even the first engagement I've ruined. It's not even the second.

[ -- oh, well, crap. ]

[uprightness]

You haven't ruined our engagement.

[ that, at least, is firm and not sleepy at all. he eyes her from where he rests before stretching a bit. ]

but you know, going by your logic - just because we've been unmarried for a year doesn't mean we need to say that way.

[mucked]

-- Our relationship is not a bauble, Steve. [ she snaps back, quite content not to explain anything about the recent engagement she'd wrecked simply by coming to california. ] There's no comparison between the two, nor between the logic governing each.

[ he stretches. she accommodates his movement -- leaning back against the headboard. ]

[uprightness]

you sure about that?

[ he grins a bit, mostly to himself though it's so very present in the lower register of his voice. ]

well in that case you can't compare an accidental torn punching bag to a lost wow factor.

[ just saying. ]

[mucked]

And that's exactly what I woke you up to say: they're not the same. We're not even. Not even close to it.

[ -- but his grin does move her, doesn't it? softens an edge or two. hard not to; she rather likes his smile. ]

[uprightness]

we really aren't.

[ what is this easy agreement? ]

you really owe me, I think.

[mucked]

I think otherwise. [ simple; direct; honest. ] Which leaves the two of us at something of an impasse, darling.

[uprightness]

Seems like.

[ but he nudges her backwards, his head against her middle. ]

we're not really meant to discuss any of this with the glitch going on.

[ he reminds her, again. ]

not a lot of ways out of an impasse, anyway.

[mucked]

I suppose you'd rather I shut it and let you go back to sleep. [ she doesn't sound prepared to -- there's an argument to be picked at, here, and peggy doesn't seem done with it. ]

[uprightness]

I never want you to shut it. I just don't want you to say things you don't want to say either.

[ he pillows his head just above her rib cage, arms wrapped around her again. ]

-- what is it?

[ there's something. he senses it in her tone. ]

[mucked]

[ he asks a question. direct, and unmistakable. something he said he wouldn't do. but maybe a slip can be forgiven. it's late, after all.

and she has been nudging him awake with wild accusations. even so, she frowns. ]

You realize, I hope, that I don't need any 'wow' factor. As you put it. It won't make a difference.

[uprightness]

I know.

[ he smiles and moves to press a kiss just beneath her collarbone. ]

I do. thank you.

[ good lord, he should think of another subject to distract her with but it's late and she's pleasantly warm ]