"Oh," Steph says, eyes dancing even as her nose wrinkles, a juvenile expression of disgust. "You knew her, too? Gosh, he made a good fool of himself over her. Not that he took a swing at me, but he tossed my school bag up a tree."

First comes love, then comes Susie regaining her senses and dumping you on your butt...

She grins, sudden and bright, relaxing a little more. "We are. The colonel's letting me put together a team and Bucky was first on that list- oh," she adds, smile all the wider for the waitrat who arrives, two glasses balanced on a tray. Steph digs into a pocket of her uniform and pulls out some bills. "Will this do?"

When the rat chirps and takes them, Steph beams and takes both glasses, handing one across the table to Steve. "Thank you."