[ Peggy grins at Steph and then takes her offered hand before standing and smoothing down her skirt. ] Alright, then.
[ She leads the way through the barracks, her heart fluttering in her chest like a tiny bird. When she reaches the door to her room, she opens it, gesturing Steph in. She closes and locks the door before immediately moving to the window and pulling the curtains tight. She tries to keep her voice unconcerned. ] Will Private Barnes miss you?
[ She moves to her nightstand, pulling out a bottle of whisky and a single glass, pausing to look back at Steph before pouring a finger's worth into it. She holds it out to her.] Go on. You've earned it.
[ Peggy's not the only one with her heart pounding in her ears. Steph finds herself almost unable to breathe when Peggy locks the door and starts closing the curtains. There's nothing wrong with two women having a private conversation, of course... but they both know they're not only here to talk.
She snorts at the question. ] Nah. He'll be too busy with the chorus girls and won't surface until morning. Besides, we've had time to catch up on the trek back.
[ Something in her voice says that hadn't gone well, but she doesn't expand. She's not here to talk about Bucky.
She accepts the drink with a murmur of thanks, then tips it all back in one go. She feels the burn in her throat, though only that and nothing more. Sighing softly, she looks at the glass before handing it back to Peggy. ] Guess it's for the best. I wanna remember every moment of tonight, anyway.
Oh? [ There's an invitation for Steph to say more about the trek back if she wants to. Peggy knows how much Bucky means to her. She watched her brave boot camp at Lehigh and the dismissal of every man in the room before the serum, and she'd seen firsthand the way they'd dressed her up and wound her up like a porcelain pin-up afterwards. All so she could join the fight. So she could do the impossible when the 107th was in danger.
She gives her an apologetic smile as she takes the glass back and pours herself a finger before knocking it back. She wants to remember every moment as well, but she could use a little courage of her own. She sits on the bed and pats the spot beside her. ] Do you miss it?
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[ She leads the way through the barracks, her heart fluttering in her chest like a tiny bird. When she reaches the door to her room, she opens it, gesturing Steph in. She closes and locks the door before immediately moving to the window and pulling the curtains tight. She tries to keep her voice unconcerned. ] Will Private Barnes miss you?
[ She moves to her nightstand, pulling out a bottle of whisky and a single glass, pausing to look back at Steph before pouring a finger's worth into it. She holds it out to her.] Go on. You've earned it.
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She snorts at the question. ] Nah. He'll be too busy with the chorus girls and won't surface until morning. Besides, we've had time to catch up on the trek back.
[ Something in her voice says that hadn't gone well, but she doesn't expand. She's not here to talk about Bucky.
She accepts the drink with a murmur of thanks, then tips it all back in one go. She feels the burn in her throat, though only that and nothing more. Sighing softly, she looks at the glass before handing it back to Peggy. ] Guess it's for the best. I wanna remember every moment of tonight, anyway.
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She gives her an apologetic smile as she takes the glass back and pours herself a finger before knocking it back. She wants to remember every moment as well, but she could use a little courage of her own. She sits on the bed and pats the spot beside her. ] Do you miss it?