You ought to be able to walk straight in, now. #114.
[ And when he walks in, she will honestly look quite fine. A bandage at her temple for a laceration that will most likely be healed by morning, but beyond that, she's laid up with a book and a very bored sort of expression. All right, maybe a cracked rib or two. But honestly, kept overnight for observation? Please. ]
Hello, beloved Director-Princess. I come bearing gifts.
[He brandishes the brand new pack of Oreos in the air at her, the unopened milk carton in his other hand (because he'd rather not accidentally get doused in milk somehow).]
Fresh from the convenience store, the finest cookies and milk I could find.
[ She rolls her eyes at the nickname but it's fond more than anything else. And then she sees the snacks and looks immensely pleased, putting away her book and shifting gingerly so she can sit up a bit more. ]
Shut the door and come along, then. I want to enjoy my tea in peace before some nurse comes along and scowls at us. You're welcome to them, too.
[He nudges the door shut with his food and makes his way to the bed, handing the package of cookies over and looking around for some glasses to the milk.]
Cool, we can pretend to have a picnic in here. How long are you supposed to stay anyway? Overnight?
[Because that pretty much seemed like overkill to him. Finding a couple of clean glasses sitting on a tray, he pours them each some milk and brings them over to Peggy.]
[ It is overkill, especially since she has a form of the serum in her, too. But given that even Steve Rogers needs a stay in the hospital once it a while, it stands to reason that the woman with the slower-acting brand of the stuff certainly ought to. (Her ribs might need some time she isn't willing to give them.) ]
Overnight. I suppose I should be thankful it isn't longer. [ She tears into the package of cookies while he works on the milk and once he hands her a glass, she lifts it in a toast. ] Cheers to that. And to you for bringing something more exciting than gelatin.
[He lifts his own glass to her with a jaunty tilt to his head and a grin on his lips.] I'll drink to that, too.
[He takes a sip of the milk, then drops into the chair left in the room for visitors, the kind that seem to be as uncomfortable as humanly possible. Accepting a cookie from the offered pack, he dunks it into the glass a couple of times.]
I was joking about the hospital food, but looks like they're actually serious about it. I don't get why they have to make everything so bland.
[ Her smile takes on a wry turn as she rests her glass on the table that comes over her bed, taking an Oreo and twisting it open. This is very methodical, all right, cream peeled off and eaten first and the individual cookies dunked on their own. ]
Incentive to stay well away for as long as possible. That's my theory. [ God, these cookies hit the spot. ] It's a sound one, really. Why on Earth would we want to come back to a place utterly determined to leech all the flavour out of perfectly fine food?
[It is pretty fascinating to watch just how she takes the cookie apart before eating the components one at time, but Sam only spares himself a few seconds to watch. Any longer, and it'd be rude.
He chews thoughtfully on his own Oreo, nodding.] Decent enough deterrent, but a crime to food everywhere. Patients won't get better faster if they won't want to eat the food.
That's why we've got friends like you to bring us snacks.
[ She's already reaching for a second cookie. ]
And to keep secrets. Although Lord knows once Steve catches wind of this, he'll come charging through that door in a heartbeat. [ Lightly, as a fond afterthought, ] Bless him.
[He takes a sip of his milk before helping himself to another Oreo.]
Jesus, I hope he doesn't actually do that. That'd give me a heart attack. [A pause.] And I'd rather not be in the line of fire right when he realizes what happens.
We were just talking about his Disappointed Look, remember? [It's funny how the capitalized first letters can be clearly heard when you say it out loud, even when you're not trying to add the effect.]
As much as he'll be mad that shit went down in the first place, he'll probably go all wounded puppy eyes at us both.
[He gestures with a cookie in hand to make his point.]
Even if he does things like this all the time himself. [A pause as he nibbles on the cookie.] Worse things.
[ She takes a sip of milk, voice light and comment offhand. ]
He once threw himself at a grenade, did you know? It didn't detonate, obviously, but he didn't know that at the time. This was back in Basic, mind you.
[If Sam's hands hadn't been full, he'd probably hide his face in his hands for a brief moment in an attempt not to cry or burst out laughing - he isn't sure yet which reaction would be more apt for this.]
He would. [He sighs and tries to comfort himself with more cookies.] Being noble is all well and good, but he's got less self-preservation instinct than a lemming, which is saying something.
Quite, yes. He always did have something against running away.
[ Pointing out the fights he had in Brooklyn, the grenade, charging after the POWs at the HYDRA base by himself, taking down the Valkyrie. People seem to believe Captain America didn't exist until the serum. Peggy believes otherwise. ]
Soldiers often say then don't believe in no-win scenarios — until they're faced with one. [ With a quiet smile, taking another cookie. ] And then there's Steve.
So he's always had that hero complex even way back when, huh? I believe that.
[He'd read somewhere that the serum had amplified Steve's virtues along with his physical traits, resulting in someone who - quite frankly - can be larger than life in all aspects of the phrase at times. Even then though, it had started with that spunky kid back in Brooklyn, who'd apparently never given up and always tried to do right by people.]
Man, we should start a club. People who think Steve Rogers is a punk, but the best meaning punk. Something like that, but catchier.
His face would probably go through a series of different expressions before it settles on one. I like to think it'd be amused exasperation that wins out in the end.
[He pours himself more milk, then shakes the carton slightly in Peggy's direction, a silent offer to top off her own glass.]
Can't be any worse than that time I ended up calling him Captain Small Ass.
[His expression may be a little too innocent as he says it.]
[ The look she shoots him with the one eye she opens suggests how she feels about "resting up." But she doesn't say anything about it, just cracks a small smile and closes her eye again. ]
That's the idea. Do leave the Oreos, won't you? There's a good man.
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You ought to be able to walk straight in, now. #114.
[ And when he walks in, she will honestly look quite fine. A bandage at her temple for a laceration that will most likely be healed by morning, but beyond that, she's laid up with a book and a very bored sort of expression. All right, maybe a cracked rib or two. But honestly, kept overnight for observation? Please. ]
Ah, my knight in shining armour. Hello.
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[He brandishes the brand new pack of Oreos in the air at her, the unopened milk carton in his other hand (because he'd rather not accidentally get doused in milk somehow).]
Fresh from the convenience store, the finest cookies and milk I could find.
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Shut the door and come along, then. I want to enjoy my tea in peace before some nurse comes along and scowls at us. You're welcome to them, too.
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Cool, we can pretend to have a picnic in here. How long are you supposed to stay anyway? Overnight?
[Because that pretty much seemed like overkill to him. Finding a couple of clean glasses sitting on a tray, he pours them each some milk and brings them over to Peggy.]
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Overnight. I suppose I should be thankful it isn't longer. [ She tears into the package of cookies while he works on the milk and once he hands her a glass, she lifts it in a toast. ] Cheers to that. And to you for bringing something more exciting than gelatin.
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[He takes a sip of the milk, then drops into the chair left in the room for visitors, the kind that seem to be as uncomfortable as humanly possible. Accepting a cookie from the offered pack, he dunks it into the glass a couple of times.]
I was joking about the hospital food, but looks like they're actually serious about it. I don't get why they have to make everything so bland.
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Incentive to stay well away for as long as possible. That's my theory. [ God, these cookies hit the spot. ] It's a sound one, really. Why on Earth would we want to come back to a place utterly determined to leech all the flavour out of perfectly fine food?
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He chews thoughtfully on his own Oreo, nodding.] Decent enough deterrent, but a crime to food everywhere. Patients won't get better faster if they won't want to eat the food.
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[ She's already reaching for a second cookie. ]
And to keep secrets. Although Lord knows once Steve catches wind of this, he'll come charging through that door in a heartbeat. [ Lightly, as a fond afterthought, ] Bless him.
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[He takes a sip of his milk before helping himself to another Oreo.]
Jesus, I hope he doesn't actually do that. That'd give me a heart attack. [A pause.] And I'd rather not be in the line of fire right when he realizes what happens.
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[ Well, who knows? Who can really tell with Steve Rogers? ]
And given everything you've done for him, I suspect he might let this little thing slide. For heaven's sake, it isn't as if I'm dead.
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As much as he'll be mad that shit went down in the first place, he'll probably go all wounded puppy eyes at us both.
[He gestures with a cookie in hand to make his point.]
Even if he does things like this all the time himself. [A pause as he nibbles on the cookie.] Worse things.
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[ She takes a sip of milk, voice light and comment offhand. ]
He once threw himself at a grenade, did you know? It didn't detonate, obviously, but he didn't know that at the time. This was back in Basic, mind you.
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He would. [He sighs and tries to comfort himself with more cookies.] Being noble is all well and good, but he's got less self-preservation instinct than a lemming, which is saying something.
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[ Pointing out the fights he had in Brooklyn, the grenade, charging after the POWs at the HYDRA base by himself, taking down the Valkyrie. People seem to believe Captain America didn't exist until the serum. Peggy believes otherwise. ]
Soldiers often say then don't believe in no-win scenarios — until they're faced with one. [ With a quiet smile, taking another cookie. ] And then there's Steve.
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So he's always had that hero complex even way back when, huh? I believe that.
[He'd read somewhere that the serum had amplified Steve's virtues along with his physical traits, resulting in someone who - quite frankly - can be larger than life in all aspects of the phrase at times. Even then though, it had started with that spunky kid back in Brooklyn, who'd apparently never given up and always tried to do right by people.]
Man, we should start a club. People who think Steve Rogers is a punk, but the best meaning punk. Something like that, but catchier.
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I don't know what he would make of it.
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[He pours himself more milk, then shakes the carton slightly in Peggy's direction, a silent offer to top off her own glass.]
Can't be any worse than that time I ended up calling him Captain Small Ass.
[His expression may be a little too innocent as he says it.]
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[ She wordlessly declines the offer for more milk and drains the last of her glass. ]
As long as I can come home to him in our bed at the end of the day, what you call him is your business.
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[He smiles, utterly unapologetic, knowing how childish he sounds and that he could very well earn a punch in the face for it. Worth it though.]
He's the one who started calling me Falcon Big Butt first. I have no designs on your man, I promise.
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I don't know. I'd say this is grounds for flirting, bringing me snacks like this.
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Why, Miss Peggy, I never. I had the purest of intentions coming to visit you.
[His eyes crinkling up at the corners gives away just how amused he is.]
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[ She smiles, easing back on the pillows and closing her eyes for a brief moment. ]
I do appreciate your visit, Sam.
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[He gives her his most winning smile, though his expression softens as she lies back down.]
No problem, Peg. I'll see myself out and let you rest up, okay? Then you can go back to whipping us all into shape once you're out of here.
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That's the idea. Do leave the Oreos, won't you? There's a good man.
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