In among the mass of drawings he's done of the future, there are some he's done from memory. The old neighborhood. A baseball player at bat. His mother's hands. A woman in a red dress. Almond eyes.
He shifts a little in his seat to get comfortable, somewhere in the last few seconds letting his gaze drop with Steph's. He's good at reading a situation, reading people (even when he's terrible at understanding women), and there's something about Steph that makes him think it being a great hit isn't all for her. Like it wasn't all for him, either. She's drawing Bucky's hands, she's lighting up when they talk about Peggy, and it strikes him like a bean ball that the important people in his life are the important people in hers, too. Not that he didn't realize that before, but ... Bucky is his best friend, and Peggy is, well. Peggy.
He squeegees his index finger along the lip of his liqueur glass, and looks at Steph. Maybe Bucky ... maybe Bucky's her best guy, and she's closer friends with Peggy than she makes out like she is. Or maybe ... hell, it could be the other way around. Or maybe it's exactly like Steph says it is, and he's reading too much into things because of what? Nostalgia? Hubris? Or maybe that seed of jealousy he's trying to pretend isn't there, because somewhere out there Bucky and Peggy are just how he left them.
"Yeah. If Hodge had the guts to treat Peggy the way he did, I figure he could be pretty vicious to a lady private. Especially one going for the same assignment." He wets his bottom lip, and smiles crookedly. "I hope you gave him what for if he raised a stink."
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He shifts a little in his seat to get comfortable, somewhere in the last few seconds letting his gaze drop with Steph's. He's good at reading a situation, reading people (even when he's terrible at understanding women), and there's something about Steph that makes him think it being a great hit isn't all for her. Like it wasn't all for him, either. She's drawing Bucky's hands, she's lighting up when they talk about Peggy, and it strikes him like a bean ball that the important people in his life are the important people in hers, too. Not that he didn't realize that before, but ... Bucky is his best friend, and Peggy is, well. Peggy.
He squeegees his index finger along the lip of his liqueur glass, and looks at Steph. Maybe Bucky ... maybe Bucky's her best guy, and she's closer friends with Peggy than she makes out like she is. Or maybe ... hell, it could be the other way around. Or maybe it's exactly like Steph says it is, and he's reading too much into things because of what? Nostalgia? Hubris? Or maybe that seed of jealousy he's trying to pretend isn't there, because somewhere out there Bucky and Peggy are just how he left them.
"Yeah. If Hodge had the guts to treat Peggy the way he did, I figure he could be pretty vicious to a lady private. Especially one going for the same assignment." He wets his bottom lip, and smiles crookedly. "I hope you gave him what for if he raised a stink."