Steph laughs at the thought, fingers curled around her glass, lifted but not sipped yet. "No," she admits, still grinning, "but probably only because I didn't have back pockets. Skirts and dresses," she adds, to explain.
He hasn't answered her question, hasn't said if he's all right or not. He asked about Peggy and he asked about Bucky and they both latched onto memories. Steph knows why she did, of course, she's still practically thrumming with relief. Freeing Bucky from that terrible place and the moment he was cleared for duty, healthy and fit - and crashing and burning, trying to cozy up to Agent Carter.
That's his business, Steve's, if he doesn't want to answer her. She's not going to press just yet.
"He did put a roman candle in my shoe once. I mean, I wasn't wearing it, but they were the only pair I had and boom!" She makes a motion with her hands of a shoe leaping into the air and doing a little spin. "Up it goes, right over the trees in Prospect."
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He hasn't answered her question, hasn't said if he's all right or not. He asked about Peggy and he asked about Bucky and they both latched onto memories. Steph knows why she did, of course, she's still practically thrumming with relief. Freeing Bucky from that terrible place and the moment he was cleared for duty, healthy and fit - and crashing and burning, trying to cozy up to Agent Carter.
That's his business, Steve's, if he doesn't want to answer her. She's not going to press just yet.
"He did put a roman candle in my shoe once. I mean, I wasn't wearing it, but they were the only pair I had and boom!" She makes a motion with her hands of a shoe leaping into the air and doing a little spin. "Up it goes, right over the trees in Prospect."