[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.
Yes, ma'am. I'll leave the milk in the fridge for you, too.
[Good as his word, he puts the milk away, and tidies the room up a bit, tucking the cookies back into their pack and placing them on the bedside table so they don't get accidentally shoved off the bed.]
See you soon, Peg.
[He keeps his voice down as he slips out of the room.]
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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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[Good as his word, he puts the milk away, and tidies the room up a bit, tucking the cookies back into their pack and placing them on the bedside table so they don't get accidentally shoved off the bed.]
See you soon, Peg.
[He keeps his voice down as he slips out of the room.]