Steph laughs, soft, and shakes her head, eyes still roving over his drawings. "Not like Agent Carter did, that's for sure. I'd've loved to, but I was still pretty small at the time."
She pauses, smile soft in pride for the memories - tricks and subterfuge and blackmail when she lacked the necessary muscle.
It fades a little when she catches sight of the hands he's drawn.
Her own hand is large, palm square, but proportionally speaking, the fingers are still long and elegant. Yet Stephanie recognizes her own mother's hands immediately, the gentle strength and comforting warmth she remembers.
It takes her breath away at first, makes her forget Hodge entirely. Bucky and Peggy are in this man's past. It's overwhelming to look at those hands, hands no one else in the world would know well enough to sketch from memory, and realize even that does not belong only to her anymore.
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She pauses, smile soft in pride for the memories - tricks and subterfuge and blackmail when she lacked the necessary muscle.
It fades a little when she catches sight of the hands he's drawn.
Her own hand is large, palm square, but proportionally speaking, the fingers are still long and elegant. Yet Stephanie recognizes her own mother's hands immediately, the gentle strength and comforting warmth she remembers.
It takes her breath away at first, makes her forget Hodge entirely. Bucky and Peggy are in this man's past. It's overwhelming to look at those hands, hands no one else in the world would know well enough to sketch from memory, and realize even that does not belong only to her anymore.